Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

The preparation of fried crispy dumplings is not complicated, otherwise it would not be placed on the first page of the recipe. Fortunately, Ximi’s recipes are real recipes, and each ingredient has a specific measurement unit, rather than vague words such as a little or an appropriate amount.

According to the tutorial, Fang Qingyun picked a relatively hard and sharp gladiolus leaf as a kitchen knife, removed the mouthparts of the big mosquito, cleaned the remaining part of the big mosquito, added salt and stirred it in the pot to marinate. Fortunately, Ximi left two pots. One was the cooking pot where she hid the devil. It was shaped like a pressure cooker, like a rice cooking pot. Fang Qingyun used this pot to marinate.

After it’s marinated, put it on the frying pan next door to cook. I just hope the campfire here is hot enough so that the food won’t be undercooked.

As a Chinese, cooking is not part of my DNA. I still need other people’s recipes to help me. Isn’t this a form of degeneration?

Fang Qingyun was distracted and accidentally put the marinated mosquitoes directly into the frying pan, ready to start grilling, and ignored the step of adding oil.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you standing there for?" The frying pan spoke, and the voice frightened Fang Qingyun, who was distracted, and trembled. It was only because he couldn't speak now, otherwise he would definitely swear: "Heat the oil first! Are you making roasted mosquitoes or fried big mosquitoes?"

Fang Qingyun was speechless and could only show the pot where he had just pickled mosquitoes to Pan. Pan seemed to understand something and began to instruct Fang Qingyun: "Fried big mosquitoes... I'm good at this. Come on, I'll teach you how to do it."

So, some things cannot be applied in a universal way. A steady and calm hand when beating a monster may fail to sprinkle the right amount of salt. A brain that can react in time to the monster's attacks from all directions may fail to cope with simple cooking steps.

Chapter 168: Are you stupid? I can fly!

The frying pan did teach Fang Qingyun how to make fried crispy mosquitoes, but its words were too intense, containing all kinds of swear words and just the right amount of sarcastic sarcasm, so that Fang Qingyun was almost scolded to death, and even learned a lot of swear words from the frying pan, which seemed to open the door to a new world for him.

Although Ping Pan's words were harsh, they were to the point. Fang Qingyun had no chance to fight back and could only listen with anger in his heart.

In the end, there was not a single flaw in the frying pan, let alone any mistakes. It was as skillful as a master chef. Fang Qingyun even thought that he was participating in the filming of Hell's Kitchen and was scolded like a "stupid sandwich" by a food judge named Gordon.

After cooking for him personally, Fang Qingyun felt as tired as if he had fought a long battle. If he were a human, his head would definitely be covered in sweat.

"Now let's try your dark dish that barely doesn't kill people." The frying pan looked at the slightly burnt fried crab meat it had made and sighed, "Oh my God, just to make me serve this imperfect dish, well, this is an insult to the word dish, I have the urge to put it back into the furnace..."

There's no need... Fang Qingyun was a little unconfident. After being evaluated like this, he picked up a pair of chopsticks cut from gladiolus leaves, picked up a small piece of the processed and best-looking fried mosquito, hesitated for a moment, and still put the mosquito into his mouth.

As long as you don’t die from eating, eat until you die.

I thought I would be eating rotten meat with all kinds of disgusting tastes, but I never expected that when I took a bite, the mosquito meat, which looked ordinary on the surface, would burst into a fresh and fragrant aroma. It did not taste as chewy as uncooked beef, nor as crispy as stewed pork. Instead, it felt like eating fish.

What’s more important is that these fish-flavored mosquitoes have no bones!

Fang Qingyun chewed another piece of slightly blackened mosquito meat. It tasted slightly crispy, but without the bitterness and hardness of being burnt. It also had the unique flavor of being salted and crispy. Overall, this dish would be considered a staple in a big restaurant.

Fang Qingyun was very satisfied that he could make a dish of this quality for the first time.

Seeing Fang Qingyun eating so deliciously, the sound of the frying pan was like a father who saw his poor child. He felt indescribably sad: "How can such a crappy dish taste so delicious? What do you usually eat?"

Fang Qingyun recalled his previous meals, which were pretty average. He could only say that the dishes he tasted this time opened the door to a new century for him, making him realize, oh my god, there actually are such things in this world.

When I get back, I must cook a meal myself and let everyone in hell come and taste it.

After finishing the fried mosquitoes, the unbearable feeling of hunger slowly disappeared, and a warm current gathered in his abdomen, bringing him an indescribable feeling of comfort, as if a caterpillar that had never grown wings had emerged from its cocoon and become a butterfly.

Soon, Fang Qingyun realized that this description might not be an illusion... He turned his head and looked at his lower back. A pair of mosquito wings had grown there. A few flutters would allow Fang Qingyun to leave the ground...

Oh no, I ate a big mosquito and now I’ve become a big mosquito...but that’s not right, doesn’t the Big Fried Mosquito in the original game have a double jump ability?

Fang Qingyun flapped his newly grown wings, which were as easy to control as his arms, and then made a short sprint in the air, causing a gust of wind that blew away the grass and pushed Fang Qingyun's body forward. If he had not reacted quickly, he might have come into close contact with the wall at this time.

“…You and Monster Food are really compatible.” Frying Pan looked at this scene and didn’t know what to say for a moment. He could only give a dry comment.

In the past, zombies could only flap their wings twice in the air after eating a fried mosquito, which enhanced their jumping ability and allowed them to reach things that they could not touch before. However, after Fang Qingyun ate a mosquito, he was like a bird with wings, able to control the sky and fly freely.

"Hey...newbie apprentice, do you want to take me with you?" Pan gave Fang Qingyun an idea: "I think you have great potential. Hey, hey, hey, don't stuff me into the plastic bag so roughly. I need to breathe...be gentle! Oh, my old bones, oh..."

In the end, Fang Qingyun was unable to put the frying pan into the plastic bag. He rolled up a bedding, dismantled the tent, made a simple bag and backpack, put the plastic bag and the frying pan into the bag and carried it on his back. Anyway, there were not many things in it, so it did not affect the flapping of the phosphorus wings. After thinking for a while, Fang Qingyun took the other kitchen utensils together, strung them together with a rope and hung them behind his butt.

After checking to make sure that he had forgotten nothing, Fang Qingyun flapped his phosphorous wings and began flying at low altitude.

It has to be said that flying is an addictive activity. Watching yourself diving at a low altitude, your hands and feet swinging with inertia, or feeling the stimulation of being close to the ground will make your adrenaline surge and endorphins secreted crazily.

Although it was just grass, Fang Qingyun did a vertical climb, a cobra maneuver, and occasionally a barrel roll to consume energy. Except for a little stagger at the beginning, he became very familiar with it later on.

He skillfully controlled his phosphorus wings and soon arrived at the next key point, the blacksmith shop.

Calling it a blacksmith shop might be a bit of an exaggeration. It is actually just a small camp with some anvils and hammers used for forging, as well as some tools that Fang Qingyun cannot recognize.

Could it be that he had to do the blacksmithing himself? Fang Qingyun had never touched a hammer or anvil before. Although he had learned some theoretical knowledge about quenching, after all, he studied mechanical processing in college. But if he really wanted to do it himself... Having watched a few episodes of the sword-forging competition, he could only imitate. If he really asked him to fuse the steel billets, he could make four cracks out of three steel billets.

"...Looking at your horrible cooking skills, I feel that your blacksmithing skills are not much better. Do you need my help? I know a few people who are good at it." The frying pan spoke, as if he saw Fang Qingyun's dilemma. He took the initiative to say that he would help Fang Qingyun solve the problem.

Fang Qingyun opened and closed his mouth but couldn't utter a word. He could only nod his head to indicate that Pingpan was right. He couldn't even say that he was terrible at blacksmithing, but he just knew nothing about it.

"Hey, hey, hey... Old man, get up!" With the volume of the frying pan almost shaking Fang Qingyun off the air, the hammer lying on the anvil just moved slightly, like an old man who didn't want to be disturbed. He just turned over in the bed and still didn't want to get up.

"...Shame on you." Ping Pan seemed to want to cover his face, but unfortunately he had no hands, so he could only knock on Fang Qingyun's back through his backpack instead: "Fly lower, I don't believe he won't wake up at such a close distance."

Fang Qingyun landed on the ground and walked to the side of the blacksmith shop. Pan took a deep breath. The movement caused by the inhalation made Fang Qingyun feel that his skin seemed to be pulled: "Old man Zhang, your fish ran away!"

This was a shocking blow to the world and a huge blow to a middle-aged and elderly person who likes fishing. The hammer flew up with a snap and knocked on the anvil twice, like an old man who was awakened and touched his reading glasses. After the hammer looked around and found that it was fooled by the frying pan, it hit the anvil angrily: "...What are you arguing about! I was just wondering why there was such a loud noise when my fish ran away. It turned out that you were the one who did it?"

"Aren't you busy with business?" The frying pan sounded a little lacking in confidence: "Hey, hey, hey, I advise you not to use the hammer. People who don't speak well will always come back empty-handed when fishing in the future."

The hammer slowly put itself down and hit the anvil with a clang. "If you have something to say, just tell me. If you don't have anything to say, don't disturb my sleep."

"That..." The frying pan floated out of Fang Qingyun's backpack. "I think this kid has a good chance of becoming a hero. Now that we have a cook and a hero, we may still lack a good blacksmith. You can't just watch him save the world with that broken stick, can you?"

"...If you want to go, go ahead. I won't do it anyway. You're already a grown-up...and you still believe in heroes." Tiechui swung his hand left and right, like a person shaking his head: "Besides, if a hero who saves the world doesn't bring a few girls with him, can it still be called saving the world? I won't go!"

Girl? Is it really okay for you to be so disrespectful to your elders? Fang Qingyun gestured, trying to tell Tiechui that there were not only girls who could save the world, but also several girls, and dragons!

But unfortunately, Pan and Hammer obviously didn't understand what Fang Qingyun meant. Pan began to persuade Hammer: "Look, this kid is still dumb. To save the world, doesn't it require the opinions of a few elders? Old Zhang, why don't you go and help?"

The hammer knocked on the anvil. "If he has the guts to take both the anvil and the hammer away, then don't say that. I love my bed, and I can't sleep well without this anvil."

Carrying an anvil on your back? Damn it, I'm not a god... But on the other hand, if a frying pan has the power to turn decay into magic, then the hammer is probably not an easy task either. Fang Qingyun naturally can't say he can't do it without trying.

A man cannot say that he can't do something, let alone say that he can't do it before he even tries.

Fang Qingyun took two steps forward and came to the anvil. Amid the warning look and strange cry of Tiechui, he held the anvil with both hands and pulled hard.

Is this really an anvil? This was the thought of Fang Qingyun, who almost fell backwards due to an unstable center of gravity.

Is this really a human? This was Tiechui's thought when he saw Fang Qingyun easily lift up the anvil weighing at least 40 to 50 kilograms, and even when he almost fell backwards because it was too light.

Is it so light? Fang Qingyun sat up holding the anvil and weighed it up and down. The weight felt like a small stool, so light that Fang Qingyun could throw the anvil up.

"Okay, okay, put it down!" Tiechui hurriedly asked Fang Qingyun to put down the anvil. This was his workplace and also his bed. He couldn't let this guy with super strength break it: "Okay, okay... I'll go with you, just take the anvil with me... This old bone has really fallen into your hands."

Fang Qingyun used the tent cloth to wrap the anvil, trying to make it into a bundle to carry on his back, but obviously failed. The weight of the anvil seemed too much for the tent cloth to bear, and it broke into several pieces with a tearing sound.

There was no other way, Fang Qingyun could only tear the tent into several strips of cloth, twist them into ropes, and tie the anvil diagonally to his back. In this way, he had to carry an extra small bag to put the hammer and frying pan in it.

By the way... without any heating bellows or something like that, isn't the anvil just a large decoration?

"Let's go, let's go...ah, my old bones are so weak." The hammer leaned steadily on the anvil, urging Fang Qingyun to keep going. Fang Qingyun shook the anvil, adjusted his position to prevent it from hurting his back, and set out on the road to move forward.

At the end of the passage is an abandoned...subway exit. Fang Qingyun walked down the stairs and came to the lower level.

Chapter 169: The Real Novice Village

The subway is deep and a bit leaky, and there is no light source inside.

Fang Qingyun groped his way out of the subway in the dark, his hands covered with rust from the walls. He knew that this would dirty his hands, but he had to hold on to the wall. The entire subway was a bit tortuous, and if he didn't hold on to anything, the various detours would only cause people to frequently bump into certain things. Fang Qingyun's current dirty look was all thanks to the walls.

Some walls are made of iron and are now rusted and rotten. Bumping into them will only give you a headache at most, as long as you don't hit any sharp protrusions. But it's different for some painted walls with wallpaper. The long-term humid environment has caused the painted walls to rot. They look like a solid wall, but if you hit your head against it, it will only break, and then a pungent stench will cover your face. I don't know if it is a liquid or solid paste covering your face, the smell is enough to make you vomit.

Fang Qingyun wiped off the rotten wall residue on his face and touched his forehead which had just hit the iron wall. It was just a little rusty and nothing serious. The good news was that there was a pond in front of him, so he could wash off the mess on his body.

Unlike what most people imagine, the Food Addiction Dungeon is not a dungeon in the conventional sense. If the setting has not been changed, the Food Addiction Dungeon was actually originally a dungeon used for living, and its positioning is more like a "small cave" underground.

The passage is not an exploration path made up of stone roads and traditional earth walls like a traditional dungeon, the kind that connects one small room to another.

The passage is more like a part of the "small cave", but its scope is limited to this narrow passage. The terrain here is like a grassland, and all kinds of small creatures live here. When Fang Qingyun flew up and dived into the water, he saw a lot of fish with patterns.

After seeing Fang Qingyun enter the water, the fish no longer maintained their kind disguise and revealed their deadly natures. The fish showed their sharp teeth, and the razor-like teeth sparkled in the water, like small mirrors, shining brightly under the water.

The little fish just flicked their tails and turned around easily, then pounced towards Fang Qingyun at an extremely fast speed, eager to share the zombie meat soup.

Fang Qingyun was certainly no joke. Having played the Food Addiction Dungeon from beginning to end, he knew exactly what kind of monsters he would encounter. However, he still encountered a problem.

It is difficult to use a sword in water.

The zombies in the original game can swing their weapons at any time, even in the water. As long as the weapons touch the monsters, damage will be applied.

But now it was different. The resistance of the water made it difficult for a pistol bullet to advance more than one meter. If it was a sword or a stick, the damage it could cause would be even more limited. Not to mention self-defense, even the simplest escape might be a problem. Apart from anything else, Fang Qingyun was carrying a big anvil on his back! After that thing entered the water, Fang Qingyun had a hard time just swimming with it, let alone protecting himself.

"Evil fish!" The sound of the frying pan sounded so clear in the water: "This thing has good meat... It tastes very good after a little adjustment of the flavor, and it is also easy to cook."

"I agree with that." Tiechui's voice was still in 4K ultra-clear: "It tastes really good, but it's a pity that it's meat. Now I know why I couldn't catch any fish in the first place. It turns out that these evil fish ate them all."

If you two keep chatting, I'll be the next one to be eaten... Fang Qingyun paddled with both arms with all his strength. With the bonus of his strong physique, even with the anvil on his back, he was as fast as a torpedo entering the water. The surrounding evil fish wanted to pounce on him to have a share, but were soon left behind by Fang Qingyun. Only the ones coming from the front of Fang Qingyun could bite him, but the wound was not deep and it was not a big problem.

Soon, Fang Qingyun swam to the other side. It would be more accurate to say that he used another method to jet over rather than swimming over. On one hand, he used his hands and feet to paddle freestyle, and on the other hand, he used the phosphorus wings he had grown to vibrate and accelerate.

Although the phosphorus wings were targeted and bitten by several evil fish at the beginning, the thin phosphorus wings were not as fragile as Fang Qingyun imagined. They were even so tough that even teeth could not bite them. If the evil fish had not held on to them, they would have been blown away by the waves created by the phosphorus wings. After all, they were able to carry a living person like Fang Qingyun, uh, a dead person, and such a heavy anvil. If they were not tough, they would have broken into pieces long ago.

Fang Qingyun crossed a white wave in the water and rushed straight to the shore. The remaining kinetic energy even sent him directly to the shore. Swimming was not difficult. Although he couldn't fight in the water, it was relatively easy to run away. It was not as difficult as he had imagined at first.

Fang Qingyun shook off the water on his body under the light at the top of the passage, and water droplets fell from his phosphorus wings. The hydrophobic phosphorus wings dried up with a light wipe. Then the phosphorus wings vibrated at high speed, and the strong wind formed blew Fang Qingyun's tattered blue suit up like a balloon, and the water on it was soon blown dry.

The eldritch fish on top also realized something, and as soon as it left the water, it loosened its mouth and prepared to return to the water. But Fang Qingyun always wanted to take revenge, so he stepped on the body of the eldritch fish. The eldritch fish tried to struggle, but Fang Qingyun's feet were like a mountain, firmly pressing them down.

Fang Qingyun didn't forget that Ping Pan said the fish tasted good, so it must be true. Now your guys have bitten me several times, and now I want to bite back... Isn't it fair?

Fang Qingyun put a few fish into a plastic bag for later disposal and continued to move forward. Not far away, he seemed to see a familiar thing...

When he walked in front of the thing, Fang Qingyun found that he was not wrong. It was a heap of... well, there were not many objects that could be described with this word. The one in front of Fang Qingyun was one of those.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh..." A lump spoke. His image was like the ice cream on the chocolate sundae, and also like the feces on Lazy Sheep's head. Who knows what it is exactly? Anyway, he is Schrödinger's cat, in a superposition state of chocolate sundae and feces. Perhaps only a real warrior can tell his true identity after tasting it.

But I guess in the end, there is only one result, and that is chocolate sundae.

After all, I will tell the truth if I eat the sundae, but if I don’t eat it right… I can’t eat it alone, I have to have someone suffer with me.

"Those lowly insects actually mistook me for poop." Chocolate Poop said, "If I hadn't lost my cone, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

Fang Qingyun was speechless, but expressed his disgust with body language... There is no benefit in getting close to the sundae, but the disadvantages of getting close to feces are not small. It is not a loss to stay away from it, so it is better to stay away from it.

"Fuck, what a huge pile of dog shit!" The frying pan made a noise, and the hammer next to it echoed: "It's half a person's height... How big can it be?"

After being evaluated like this, Chocolate Shit seemed to lose interest in talking to Fang Qingyun and simply said, "...If you can find Ice Cream Cone, ask him to meet me and I will ask him to reward you. Before that, I will stay here. This is the best way to deal with being separated from your companions."

After that, Chocolate Shit stopped talking. No matter how much the Frying Pan and the Hammer commented on him, he kept his mouth shut, as quiet as a priest who was forbidden to say "Wow". Fang Qingyun was unable to stop the Frying Pan and the Hammer. On the one hand, he couldn't speak...

On the other hand, he felt that what the hammer and the frying pan said was right, they really looked alike...

After bidding farewell to the chocolate poop, Fang Qingyun continued forward. Soon he saw a green plastic recycling bin in front of the passage. The familiar shape of the trash can immediately brought Fang Qingyun back to his past life. The recycling mark on it reminded him of the modern life he had lived before...

To be honest, I miss my parents and that home a little bit...

A blue soul fell from the sky, revealing Ximi's figure. She was still wearing the chef's hat, and she introduced herself to Fang Qingyun with full energy: "Welcome to the special training camp I prepared for new members. Do you feel my dedication to you?"

Fang Qingyun took a look at his bitten trousers, lifted up the waistband and shook it, and a fish that had escaped the net came out from the trouser leg. Hmm... very attentive.

I just met him and he came over to inform Ximi that Zhiwei had blown up the gas tank. The skeleton with mushrooms growing on his head dismantled Ximi's stage: "To be honest, the boss knew you were coming, so he dragged out the stall that had been abandoned for ten years and flushed it with water. Also, don't mind the pile of shit at the door too much."

Very good...Tomorrow you will be fired by Ximi for entering the stall with your left foot...

Also, the stall? Where is the stall?

"Khamur!" Ximi's voice was very loud, and he looked furious. "You will lose this month's salary, and next month's salary, and the month after that... they will all be gone. I said it!"

Hamul, the office worker, was stunned for a moment: "Salary? This is such a distant topic. Have we ever had that?"

Ximi did not respond to Khamul's remarks. She must have been unable to continue because she was humiliated. She looked furious, but in fact, she quickly got rid of her anger. The anger on the surface was just for show to others. She and Khamul had always had a good relationship.

After watching this farce, Ximi returned to his original role as a qualified teacher in the novice camp, and dutifully taught Fang Qingyun some knowledge: "The dungeon is full of monsters that are affected by magic. By eating the food made from these monsters, you can gain the power of various monsters."

So... this is why I have phosphorus wings? But the effect of this dish seems to be enhanced? Fang Qingyun turned around in front of Ximi, showing the mosquito phosphorus wings growing on his lower back, and flapped them slightly, sending himself into the air.

Ximi didn't show any surprise at this. Fang Qingyun nodded secretly in his heart. It seems that the cooking effects in the game and in reality are indeed different, otherwise Ximi should be surprised. If the cooking effect is enhanced, then the monsters should also be enhanced? It seems that... Pu Cui should not be so easy to deal with...

But Ximi didn't actually look closely. She didn't understand what Fang Qingyun meant. Fang Qingyun wanted to show off his abnormality instead of interacting with the teacher like a good student. Ximi just thought Fang Qingyun wanted to show off his newly learned double jump to agree with her statement, so she didn't pay attention to Fang Qingyun's wings at all.

A lack of concern led two people to different conclusions.

Chapter 170: I'm not here to be a cook... Never mind.

"How to cook a giant toad? What effects will it have if it is eaten by slime? Everything is in my monster food encyclopedia." Ximi once again showed his encyclopedia, which was as thick as a dictionary.

By the way, where did you get this copy? Isn't it the only copy I have?

Maybe it was due to the psychological trauma, but after seeing the encyclopedia, Fang Qingyun did not feel the excitement of exploring the unknown. Instead, he felt a little worried, as if the frying pan behind him was moving, as if it was going to call him a "stupid sandwich" in the next second.

"Over the years, I have been looking for an apprentice to pass on my superb monster cooking skills." Ximi is full of energy and excitement, and it is hard to tell that she is still a "ghost" in the strict sense: "The sad thing is that there are no living people in this dungeon anymore."

Fang Qingyun nodded. The underground city was full of traces of human presence, from the lighting in the passages that were obviously made by humans to the "subway stations" with obvious human styles. All of these showed that all of this was the work of humans. But unfortunately, there were almost no humans left in the entire underground city. Finding a living person was as difficult as expecting a pot to cook.