Zhurong's Worry! How to Make Iced Sour Plum Drink?
The completion of that "Gudugu Gudugu Stewing Meat Big Pool" completely overturned everyone's existing understanding.
They witnessed firsthand how a massive sinkhole, capable of burying stars, was transformed into a supreme artifact for brewing "Chicken Soup for the Soul" through the combined efforts of powerful figures Laozi Zhurong, Nuwa, and Taiqing.
The aroma of the soup rose, its domineering fragrance penetrating even the laws of nature, stirring up the Sage's long-severed desire for food.
The Adam's apples bobbed as the Sage silently turned their heads away, trying not to let others see their embarrassing state of secretly swallowing saliva.
"It smells so good!"
Lin Shen had been itching to act for a long time.
He lay on the edge of the sinkhole like a kitten, his little nose twitching as he sniffed the warm fragrance, his little face filled with bliss.
"Brother Qiankun, may we drink now?"
"Junior brother, don't be impatient!" The Qiankun Food Sage wiped his sweat, his expression showing the last trace of seriousness a master chef must have before achieving his goal.
"This is the 'Meng Po's Soup Pro Max Version,' which requires simmering in the Netherworld Yin Fire for eighty-one days until all its essence is perfectly integrated before it can be completed!"
He changed the subject, a smile spreading across his face.
"However, this little bit of broth left on the side of the pot can satisfy Junior Brother's craving for now!"
As he finished speaking, he used the Laws of Food as a spoon, gently scraping the edge of the jade-like soup pot, and a slurry of soup was drawn out and condensed in his palm into a crystal-clear "Soup Juice Candy Bean".
Lin Shen took it and stuffed it into his mouth in one gulp.
Boom!
An indescribable feeling of warmth and happiness exploded in the deepest part of his Divine Soul!
He seemed to have returned to the beginning of time, when he was still that innocent Ginseng Doll, held in the arms of Grandpa Hongjun and his three Masters in turn, with the sweetest spiritual fruit stuffed in his mouth, and the lullaby woven from the Great Dao in his ears.
"Delicious!"
Lin Shen squinted his eyes happily, his little feet curling up. This was a million times tastier than any candy he had ever eaten!
Seeing Lin Shen's contented and meltingly satisfied expression, the Qiankun Food Sage Sage's Heart of the universe felt an unparalleled sense of comfort.
The title of Underworld Chef God is secure!
"Okay, okay, next one! Next one!"
Lin Shen's enthusiasm for this "underworld construction game" was completely ignited. With a wave of his hand, he couldn't wait to start planning his next project.
His gaze swept across the room before finally settling on one spot.
The group of Ancestral Witch, who had been eager to try since the beginning, with every muscle screaming "Choose me! Choose me!", successfully attracted his attention.
"Uncle Zhurong!"
Lin Shen's little finger pointed precisely at the muscular man with a full head of red hair and flames rising from his body.
"We should build you a 'chilled Sour Plum Drink lounge'!"
"Okay!"
Zhurong waited for these words until the flowers had almost withered!
With a roar that shook the void, he took a step forward, his overwhelming momentum making it seem as if he was going to challenge the entire Demon Race Heavenly Court, rather than to do renovations.
"The lounge, I know!"
Zhurong patted his chest, which thumped loudly like a bell.
"First, the place has to be big! Big enough for all twelve of us brothers to stretch our legs out and lie down!"
Before he could finish speaking, his elder brother, the Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, had already stepped out.
Dijiang faced a void, reached his hands into it, and then pulled them outwards with a sudden force!
"Sizzle--!"
The space cracked open, as if a tattered cloth had been forcibly ripped open by him, leaving a deep gash.
Beyond the opening, a vast subspace was forcibly created, dotted with stars, far more expansive than any celestial palace beyond the Thirty-three Heavens.
Let alone the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even a 120,000- Witch Clan army would find it too empty to go in and roll around.
"Secondly, it has to be comfortable!" Zhurong continued to expound his "design philosophy."
"The walls can't be cold stone; they have to be the kind that's soft and warm to the touch, and that can even heat up on its own!"
This time, the Metal Ancestral Shaman Rushou forward.
The Geng Metal Qi emanating from him, capable of cleaving through everything, was now undergoing an incredible transformation.
Sharpness transforms into gentleness.
The hard laws of metal, in his hands, become softer than clouds and warmer than down.
With a casual wave of his hand, countless streams of dark golden light flew into the Naya space, covering every inch of the inner wall like wallpaper.
The walls had a dark golden sheen and a soft, warm touch. They even had a built-in temperature control function, able to sense the will of living beings and automatically adjust to the most comfortable temperature.
"Finally! And most importantly!"
Zhurong's expression became extremely solemn.
"The lounge must have... chilled Sour Plum Drink!"
Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch, who had just been full of pride, fell into a deathly silence.
The entire room fell silent.
They were formed from the Pangu's Blood Essence, born with the power to control the laws of nature, and their physical bodies were unparalleled in the Primordial World.
They can fight, they can destroy houses, and they can crush all enemies with the purest violence.
Can...
Make Sour Plum Drink?
Is this the real name of some Chaos Demon Gods?
What kind of great principle is acid?
Which tree, with its Innate Spiritual Root, bore this plum blossom?
Seeing his brothers looking at each other with blank expressions that seemed to say, "You're asking me? Who should I ask?", Zhurong jumped up and down in frustration.
He couldn't very well use his own All-Heavenly Divine Fire to brew a pot of "divine fire Sour Plum Drink," could he?
If you drank that stuff, even Sage would probably be burned through the cycle of reincarnation on the spot.
Just as the Ancestral Witch collectively encountered a "knowledge barrier," and the scene became so awkward that even the air seemed to freeze.
A weak, uncertain voice drifted out.
"Um... maybe I can give it a try?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
Jumang, the Wood Ancestral Shaman Goumang, walked out from among his muscular brothers, his face slightly flushed.
With his handsome face and gentle demeanor, he seemed to have wandered onto the wrong set among a group of ruggedly styled Ancestral Witch.
"Sour plums... I think I have some here."
Goumang spread out his palms somewhat embarrassedly.
A wisp of emerald green Wood Element Law swirled in his palm, and amidst the flowing light, plump, round fruits, with their verdant color and fine fuzz on their surface, materialized out of thin air.
A refreshing fruity aroma, tinged with a hint of tartness, wafted through the air instantly.
"This is the 'Source of Ten Thousand Fruits' that I created by combining the essence of the Origin of Yi Wood with the essence of Primordial World herbs. It... can simulate the shape and taste of any fruit."
Goumang's voice grew softer and softer, sounding somewhat unsure of himself.
"So... it should be able to simulate the taste of 'plum', right?"
Zhurong's eyes lit up instantly, shining like two small suns!
"Good brother! You're truly my savior!"
He gave Goumang a bear hug, almost snapping her slender waist.
"Then... how about chilling it?" Zhurong turned her burning gaze to Gonggong again.
Gonggong's face was dark, and he let out a cold snort from his nose.
He, the mighty water god, the master of all waters, has now been reduced to being a "block of ice" for his brothers?
Utter disgrace!
However, when he met Lin Shen's bright, expectant eyes...
All of the water god's temper vanished in an instant.
He silently extended one finger.
A flash of cold air touched my fingertips.
A massive block of ice, formed from the purest "Nine Nether Profound Ice" and containing a lifelike ice lotus, appeared out of thin air.
The biting cold even made the Sage in the distance feel a chill.
We have the plums, and we have the ice.
The "The First Primordial World Sour Plum Soup Symposium" was officially held.
Under the personal direction of Lin Shen, the "chief advisor," the scene became both sacred and comical.
Goumang was responsible for providing the "specially blended Wanyuan sour plum".
Gonggong a dark expression, Gonggong was in charge of sculpting various "artistic ice sculptures".
Zhurong was sweating profusely as he carefully separated a wisp of Solar True Fire, thinner than a hair, to boil. His tense expression was even more focused than when he fought the Demon Emperor.
Even the Qiankun Food Sage couldn't help but come over, using his professional eye as the "Underworld Chef God" to give precise guidance on the cooking time, Heat Control, and the golden ratio of sugar (the Great Dao Candy of the Taiqing Saint) and acid.
Final.
Surrounded by a group of top-tier figures from the Primordial World.
A gigantic bucket, exuding an enticing sweet and sour aroma, with delicate ice lotus blossoms floating inside, its mere whiff enough to invigorate the Divine Soul... "Ancestral Witch Special Supply - Sage- Level Iced Plum Sour Plum Drink," a masterpiece!
With trembling hands, Zhurong scooped up a bowl and respectfully handed it to Lin Shen.
"Young friend, would you... would you like to try some?"
His voice held an unprecedented tension and anticipation.
This bowl of Sour Plum Drink embodies the unprecedented wisdom and unity of their Witch Clan since the World Creation.
Its taste will directly determine the level of "employee benefits" for the Witch Clan in the underworld!