Feng Yunshang said, Yan Zhao Ge took a closer look at the thing being roasted on the fire rack, it was only as big as a palm, resembling both a frog and a fish, seemingly indeed resembling the appearance of a tiger paw fish.

  Yanzhao Song smelled it and savored the aroma: "Hmmm, smells pretty good, might actually be delicious."

  "You look like you have a good eye for things, and it seems like you know how to enjoy yourself."

  I actually also enjoy savoring all kinds of delicious food, it's just that after coming to this world, on the one hand there are too many and too much important things to do, on the other hand I have been eating luxurious food without having to lift a finger.

  It's no longer like when I was a foodie and searched everywhere for delicious dishes.

  Now that I've seen Feng Yun Song's appearance, the Yan Zhao song has a lot of resonance. Once again, smelling that flavor, I suddenly feel like my own appetite is also being hooked up.

  The swallow's song coughs out a sound, and with an honest and straightforward stride, he walks out.

  Feng Yun Song was suddenly startled, as if a cat had its tail stepped on, and jumped up in an instant.

  She saw Yan Zhao Ge, and the vigilance in her eyes dissipated.

  But in the next moment, the girl's eyes were filled with embarrassment, and she subconsciously took a step to the side, blocking the fire pit and grill behind her.

  She who had always been eloquent stumbled over her words: "Yan... Brother Yan, wh-when did you return to the mountain?"

  Yanzhao Song said nonchalantly, "Today, I heard that your injuries have basically healed and the reconstruction of your foundation is complete, so I came to talk to you about your training after this."

  Walking up to Feng Yun Song, Yan Zhao Ge took advantage of his height and leaned forward to look behind Feng Yun Song: "Then, I discovered something that can't be described..."

  Feng Yun Cong calmed down at this time, clearing his throat: "Brother Yan, you also know that we martial artists have a large demand for food and drink, needing to constantly replenish the physical strength that's been consumed."

  "Well, I personally prefer to cook my own food, which is also a hobby and interest, just like some people enjoy playing the piano, chess, reading or painting. It's just that mine is slightly more unusual."

  She speaks fluently, but somehow, there's a feeling of guilt and embarrassment in her tone.

  Yanzhao song one smile, big horse golden knife towards fire frame side sit: "Those who see have a share, those who see have a share!"

  Feng Yun Cong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Good food is meant to be shared, it's more fun that way. If Yan wants to try my cooking skills, then that would be great."

  She paused and added: "Don't worry, although tiger paw fish is poisonous, I've processed it, so you won't be poisoned if you eat it."

  After the grilled tiger paw fish was strung together, Feng Yunshang immediately picked them off one by one and distributed them to Yan Zhao Ge and Ah Hu.

  The cat wagged its tail and approached, looking extremely affectionate.

  "It can't be without you." Feng Yunsheng smiled and gave it a stroke.

  Ah Hu was still a bit dazed, Feng Yun Song smiled: "Try it, my taste is very picky, and the delicious food that makes me unforgettable is not much."

  The Song of Yan and Zhao suddenly gives me a feeling that is beyond laughter or tears.

  Something's off about this plot...

  Isn't it usually a male protagonist who roasts fish and chicken in another world and hooks up with girls?

  A barbecue feast, beautiful women dying of heartbreak and whatnot...

  It's come to me, but somehow it seems reversed?

  As expected, there's something wrong with the script!

  But...it's really unexpected...

  The taste is indeed not bad...

  It's really delicious...

  "Eat, but don't forget the main thing." Yan Zhao swallowed what was in his mouth and looked at Feng Yuncong: "Do you still remember what I told you when we parted ways in Dongtang half a year ago? Your hard days are coming."

  Feng Yun Song's eyes suddenly lit up at the words, even a bit piercing: "I've been waiting for this day all along."

  Yanzhao Song said, "You've wasted over two years of time and now you still want to start anew. Let alone Meng Wan, even if it's other Taiyin girls, wanting to catch up with them won't be an easy task."

  "So I can only give you a strong dose." Yan Zhao Ge said calmly: "It's about the overall situation of our sect, it's no longer just your personal matter. If you can't hold on, I'm afraid I'll have to force you to hold on too."

  Feng Yun Song smiled slightly: "If it's possible to catch up with the predecessors without paying more, where would the similarly talented Xiao Wan and others be?"

  She didn't flinch at all, looking straight at Yan Zhao Ge, and said solemnly: "No matter how hard it is, I can endure it. Either I succeed or I practice to death in the mountains myself, rather than going up to the Taiyin trial and losing face!"

  Yanzhao Song waved his hand: "Relax, no need to be too tense, there's no requirement for you to succeed the first time. On the contrary, fighting with other Taiyin girls is a necessary tempering process."

  "It's important to take it one step at a time, constantly ascending until finally reaching the summit."

  Feng Yun Song nodded: "I understand."

  In the following days, Yan Zhao Ge began to guide Feng Yun Sang in making initial preparations.

  As time passed, the disputes between Guangmou Mountain and Dari Holy Sect also gradually subsided.

  One day, the heavens shook and the Taicheng robes returned to the mountain. The old master Yuan Zhengfeng and other powerful Guangcheng cultivators who had gone out to battle returned to the mountain one after another.

  In these days, Yan Zhao Ge who was staying in the mountain also received a summons from his own Master Yuan Zhengfeng.

  Yuánzhèng Fēng looked somewhat thin and small in stature, a dry little old man, but sitting there, he was like the focal point of the main hall, impossible to ignore.

  On his left side was an old man and an old woman.

  Yanzhao Song recognized that these two were both senior elders of their own sect, and were of the same generation as Yuan Zhengfeng.

  On the right side of Yuanzheng Peak, Shi Tie, Fang Zhun and Yan Di were sitting in order.

  Fang Zhun and Yan Di sat side by side, and Yan Zhao's eyes flickered slightly.

  His second uncle was known as the Hidden Dragon.

  But it was precisely because of the sudden appearance of his own father that the hidden dragon is still a hidden dragon, missing the last step of the hidden dragon's rise to heaven, and remains like a dragon in the abyss.

  However, in this world where martial artists are respected, personal strength and potential are certainly important standards for measuring the leader of a faction's power, but for the long-term plan of a sect, other aspects must also be considered.

  In the eyes of most people, Fang Zhun's personal martial arts achievements are not as outstanding as those of Yan Di. However, in other aspects, Fang Zhun seems more suitable to become the next leader.

  In previous years when Fang's stance on foreign affairs was not as tough as it is now, he also received consistent support from the moderate faction led by Wen Zhong.

  Outside of Guangsheng Mountain, several other major sacred sites are also paying attention to the next Guangsheng sect leader.

  Not just the discordant Dajishengzong and Tianleidian, but also Bihai City and Cangmang Mountain are very concerned.

  In recent years, Fang Zhun has also started to become more tough, but compared to the sharp and revealing Yan Di, he is still too gentle.

  Before Yan Di's rise, Fang Zhun was also widely expected inside and outside the party to be Yuan Zhengfeng's successor.

  But Yan Di's momentum of coming from behind is becoming more and more obvious.

  The thoughts of "Yan Zhao Song" flashed through his mind, he gathered his spirits and paid respects with the crowd.

  Yuanzheng Peak smiled and said: "This time, we are all running errands for Zhao Ge."

  As for his own master, Yan Zhao Ge also has enough understanding. The old man is actually very humorous in front of his juniors. Now, it's not criticism or sarcasm, but seeing that there are talented juniors at home, he is overjoyed and joking around.

  Yanzhao Song smiled with a thick face: "Your words are really killing me, I've been nervous for days, afraid of being sent to the Punishment Hall."

  Yuánzhèng Fēng shook his head with a smile: "You are indeed going to the Palm Punishment Hall, but not for punishment, rather for an award."