Xing Zhi is indeed very pitiful.

After all, no one wants to have a different sense of taste than ordinary people.

However, it is absolutely impossible for her to eat those four lotus cakes again.

Lan Zhi put down his chopsticks and placed the freshly served chicken in front of him: "How about you try the delicacies made by others? I think you might like this."

There is a lot of Sichuan peppercorns in the saliva chicken, which is definitely the strongest among the strongest flavors.

Lanzhi has tasted all the flavors of life in different worlds over the years, and now he has returned to his original roots in food. Except for desserts, he likes the original taste of light food most of the time.

Except for the lotus seed heart kind.

This plate of chicken with saliva was specially ordered by her for Xingzhi.

She felt that such heavy-flavored dishes might be a rare commonality between him and ordinary people (her).

Facing her pity-filled eyes, Xingzhi said: "..."

Xing Zhi silently ate a piece of saliva chicken, and saw her asking expectantly: "What do you think?"

Xingzhi: "Yeah."

It seems that we can still find common ground.

Lan Zhi was thinking in her mind, and was about to suggest him to cook something delicious that both of them could accept, but as she spoke, she suddenly remembered that she had eaten with him at Pinglan City Restaurant before, and he was willing to try any dish.

Moreover, he didn't feel it tasted bad at all at that time.

That--

Lan Zhi glanced at the food on the table and picked out a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for him with serving chopsticks: "Where's this?"

Xingzhi: "Yeah."

Lan Zhi gave him another piece of salty beef tendon: "Where's this?"

Xingzhi: "Yeah."

Lan Zhi asked: "Which one do you think is the most delicious?"

Xingzhi: "It's all the same."

Lan Zhi: "..."

It's over.

It’s not that his taste is different from ordinary people at all, it’s that he has no sense of taste. He tastes sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty all the same!

No wonder he could eat the spicy pepper noodles without changing color, and he didn't feel anything about the extremely bitter lotus seed heart.

Having no sense of taste is worse than having tastes that are completely different from those of ordinary people.

Lan Zhi looked at him with even more pity.

She didn't want to rub salt into his wounds, so she didn't mention anything related to vegetables, and instead asked him about the weapon refining he had chosen before: "Did you take the weapon refining class? Is there any problem in the exam?"

Xingzhi pointed to the plate with lotus cakes: "Here we go, this is my work."

Lan Zhi was a little surprised. She brought the lotus cake in front of her and took a closer look. She found that it was not made of jade, but of porcelain. Its fetal bones were as white as jade and as thin as paper, and its enamel was as moist and translucent as a mirror, which made her mistakenly think it was

Just jade.

This kind of dish seems simple, but in fact it is the test of skills and character.

As long as your character is a little worse, you can't be perfect.

Lan Zhi's fingertips flicked the edge of the dish, listening to its crisp sound, feeling its texture and star energy, and a stunning light showed in his eyes: "It's so beautiful! You also refined other things.

Of?"

Xingzhi said: "I refined a set of utensils for making snacks and cups and dishes."

Lan Zhi raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You didn't make weapons or alchemy furnaces?"

If he uses this skill to forge weapons or alchemy furnaces, he will definitely be very popular.

Xingzhi said: "No."

Lan Zhi was a little surprised.

No matter how perfect the food utensils are, it means nothing to a monk.

Even in the eyes of most monks, doing this is simply not doing their job properly, and only those who can't make weapons will do these things.

Lan Zhi wasn't sure whether he didn't know or didn't want to, so he asked, "Have you ever thought about making weapons?"
Chapter completed!