The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 208 The Mutual Influence of Precious Spirits

As Qin Lang opened the cage that held the rice spirit, the rice spirit cautiously stepped out, looked at the people behind it, and then cheered and ran happily into the rice paddy.

"Was it just teasing you and now it's going to run away?" Cao Dongdong couldn't help but ask.

"No, it won't happen." Qin Lang smiled, completely confident.

With the little fat chicken persuading him so earnestly, he believed that Rice Spirit was now completely willing to stay with him.

Just as he had guessed, the rice spirit only wandered out of its cage for a short while before running back to Qin Lang. It even gave him a friendly wink, looking quite adorable.

"Wow--"

The sound of the Traveler's Book turning pages echoed in Qin Lang's mind, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After much searching, I finally managed to complete the ninth painting.

"Let me give you a name too," Qin Lang said with a smile, picking up the rice spirit. "What do you think of Xiaomili?"

"Cluck cluck!" Before the rice spirit could speak, the little chubby chicken beside it nodded excitedly.

This name is great; it makes my mouth water just by hearing it!
Qin Lang: “…”

Sure enough, this guy's active persuasion of the rice spirit was driven by ulterior motives!
Rice Spirit didn't have much of an opinion on this, but Egg Baby was very upset because Rice Spirit was occupying Qin Lang's arms and there was no room for it!
After patting Danbao to comfort him, Qin Lang turned to Yang Xingze and said, "We'll leave for now. Once your house is repaired, I'll teach you how to cook."

"Mmm!" Yang Xingze nodded vigorously.

During the period of house repairs, he and his mother will stay temporarily at Chi Yu's house, which they have already discussed.

"Good luck in the finals!" Yang Xingze pumped his fist. "I'll definitely be watching on TV on time!"

"Me too!" Chi Yu nodded with a grin. "Chef Qin, beat Du Ziyan and win the championship!"

"I will do my best." Qin Lang nodded with a smile, his gaze involuntarily falling on the little rice grain in his arms.

The final competition's theme was rice...

It seems that luck is on my side.
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Back in his hotel room, Qin Lang turned around helplessly as he prepared to close the door, looking at the three people following closely behind him.

"How long do you plan to follow me?"

"Stop nagging and go to the kitchen to cook." Zhao Qian said matter-of-factly, "The finals are coming up soon, and we need to supervise your training."

“That’s right, supervise the whole process!” Yu Zaozao nodded in complete agreement.

The idea of ​​freeloading is just something that happens incidentally.

“I’m different,” Cao Dongdong said in a teasy tone. “They all only care about how high you fly, but I care about how tired you are from flying. Qin Lang, we should eat something to replenish our energy when we’re tired.”

"I think premium rice is pretty good."

As he spoke, his malicious gaze fell on Xiaomili.

"Woo~"

Xiaomili shrank her head into Qin Lang's arms.

There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me!

"Even with the millet grains in this state, you still have the nerve to let it produce food?" Qin Lang pushed the three of them out with a dark expression. "We'll train again tomorrow."

After closing the door, Qin Lang smiled speechlessly.

"These three guys."

Sitting on the sofa in the room, Qin Lang closed his eyes and quickly entered a state of inner vision. He opened the Traveler's Book and turned to the ninth painting.

Then, turn to the next page.

Upon seeing the objects on the back of the ninth painting, Qin Lang's smile carried a hint of predictable calmness.

A small but perfectly maintained rice paddy. Just the right size for millet grains to live in.

With a casual touch, he sent millet grains into the rice paddy, and Qin Lang began to observe them with curiosity.

The little fat chicken made quite a commotion when it entered the chicken coop before; I wonder what special situation will occur this time.

Soon, the entire Traveler's Book lit up, and a terrifying suction force erupted once again, continuously absorbing star power from the surrounding space.

All the star power flowed into the rice paddy where the millet grain was, and the color of the field changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even someone like Qin Lang, who doesn't know much about farming, could tell at a glance that the soil, shimmering with a deep, rich color, was full of nutrients.

Xiaomili cheered and burrowed its body into the soil, leaving only its long tail sticking out.

The rice-like tail, which had been drooping almost to the ground due to the wilting of the millet grains and looked as if it had withered, stood up again in just a few seconds and looked just like a normal rice plant.

Immediately afterward, under Qin Lang's watchful gaze, an ear of rice fell from the tail of a millet grain, quickly completing the threshing and drying process as it landed, becoming ready-to-use rice upon landing.

Then came the second ear of grain, the third ear of grain…

Each ear of millet doesn't contain many grains, only about two hundred, but the millet grains fall off very quickly!

Qin Lang silently timed it in his mind, and on average, a ear of premium rice was produced every three minutes.

What level is this roughly?

A typical bowl of rice contains about four thousand grains of rice, while millet grains can fall into a bowl of rice in an hour!

Qin Lang couldn't resist picking up a pill, exiting the Traveler's Book, and examining it closely.

Each grain of the premium rice was as lustrous as mutton fat jade, and under the light, it had a translucent, crystalline quality. Even from just one grain, Qin Lang could smell a rich, mouthwatering aroma.

Rice cooked this way...

I dare not think about it, I really dare not think about it.

Qin Lang swallowed hard, planning to cook himself a bowl to try after an hour had passed.

No side dishes are needed, just plain rice!

He's definitely going to be the Rice Master today!
However, when Qin Lang entered the Traveler's Book again and stared at the rice paddy where Xiaomili was, he couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Where is rice?

Where is all that rice of mine?
When they left, there was a small handful of rice on the ground, but now there's not a single grain left.

Does this thing just disappear if it falls on the ground and isn't picked up for a while?
Just as Qin Lang was pondering, another ear of rice fell from the millet.

Immediately afterwards, an excited "coo coo" sound suddenly rang out.

Under Qin Lang's dumbfounded gaze, the chubby chick suddenly darted out and, with lightning speed, pecked up all the rice on the ground.

"Huh? No..."

Qin Lang stared wide-eyed at the chubby chick, then turned to the page about the chicken coop where the chubby chick had been before…

"So these two areas are connected?!"

Looking at the chubby little chicken staring at him with a possessive expression, Qin Lang hesitated, then said, "Little chubby chicken... no, Brother Chicken, isn't it a bit too much for you to eat all the rice produced by Xiaomili?"

The chubby chick tilted its head, thought for a moment, and seemed to think that Qin Lang's words made sense.

Then it slowly returned to its henhouse, squatted in the nest, and under Qin Lang's dazed gaze...

A whole, lively chicken was born.

(End of this chapter)