The dim sunshine continued to spread weakly, but it made Jevrevan's mood particularly clear.

Looking up, I looked around and there was silence. Apart from the whistling wind, there was no trace of other creatures.

"I'm so scary? I don't know where to go, so I can't even have a chance to show my power."

However, looking at the messy camp, especially the collapsed tents, Jevrevan felt his little heart beating rapidly.

Must be there, there must be seasonings!

These bastards who are rolling and leaving, just take away other things by hand, and you must keep the indispensable seasonings.

After all, it is hard to be a cooking expert who has always been a good cook without rice, but he is extremely eager.

A chef without seasoning is really not a good chef.

Without any condiments, the pure original flavor is just that.

Think back to the eight major cuisines, local specialty dishes, Chinese cuisine or other Chinese flavors, how many delicacies are there that don’t even add a little seasoning?

Salt is also a basic seasoning.

Jevrevin approached the animal skin tent step by step, carefully pulled out the platinum-colored bone knife, and cut the collapsed tent one by one.

Jevrevan widened his green eyes and searched carefully.

Stone tables and chairs are worthless if you don’t mention them.

The rough wooden bed could lie down a dozen tall Jevrevans. The light of the knife flashed by and turned into a pile of scattered wood.

After digging back and forth a few times, I found no objects worth viewing.

Apart from this, there was nothing else in this huge animal skin tent.

Damn! These bastards are really clean.

It's simply not giving others the chance to pick up trash!

It only took a short time to go from looking forward to being lonely.

After searching for four tents with different shapes and slightly different materials, Jevrevan found nothing.

In layman's terms, it's cleaner than a dog licked!

Standing in front of the last tent and looking at the obviously delicate, compact and clean animal skin tent, Jevrevan took a deep breath, and a familiar smell came from the tip of his nose.

Blessed by Gods and Buddhas in the sky, Miss Succubus must have seasonings here!

I was nervous and picked up most of the damaged animal skins, allowing the dim sunlight to shine completely on every corner.

The carved large bed is not as good as the traditional Chinese carving craftsmanship.

The Western classic style tables, chairs and benches are not very good, they are obviously inferior products.

Suddenly, a black metal jar that fell to the ground, the size of a head attracted all the attention of Jevrevan.

These bastards are still not dedicated enough! There are actually fish that miss the net.

Jevrevin nervously rolled it around with a platinum bone knife. Fortunately, there were no other abnormalities.

Except for the seven and eight small rectangular boxes that scattered out.

The box that had been opened long ago was simple and generous, without any unnecessary decoration, but it completely fascinated Jevrevan.

"This smell is right! Although it looks beyond recognition, it still smells like spices."

Since he truly possessed this little timid body, Jevrevin's sense of smell has at least several times more sensitive than before his death.

The not-so-strong seasoning fragrance is simply thrilling.

The cautious Jevrevan did not dare to try it with his tongue.

Instead, he put all the boxes back into metal cans, cut a piece of animal skin from the tent, wrapped it tightly, tied it tightly, then carried it with his left hand and continued to look around.

"I don't believe it anymore. Is there no dedicated kitchen area? This number of soldiers with thousands of people will not eat or drink?"

Jevrevan, who was searching for the collective kitchen, searched the area within a radius of five miles carefully.

Finally, in a remote corner, I discovered the so-called kitchen.

It's really cold.

There are still many pits, stone shelves, and burnt bones in the open-air kitchen.

Scattered prey bones, fur everywhere, colorful blood dyed the gravel floor

These gangs of miscellaneous demons are really casual!

No hygiene awareness, bad reviews!

Jevrevan, who was shaking his head, looked around and didn't even see the pot. He couldn't help but feel cold and planned to give up searching.

Suddenly, a large stone jar attracted Jevrevan.

Jevrevin walked over curiously, intending to see what the hell was.

A hint of surprise appeared on his indifferent face.

Isn't this rock salt?

Judging from the color and fineness, it is obviously processed.

Jevrevin smiled and searched around again, but found nothing.

Shaking his head, Jevrevan was a little disappointed and excited. He lifted the stone jar and slowly walked back to the ruins a few miles away.

"Lias? Where did you go? Something is wrong, please help!"

Jevrevan, who stopped in front of the magic tower, found no trace of Leas, was too lazy to wait in a while, so he shouted loudly.

It took me ten times to call before Leas's response came.

"What's the name? I'm busy! What's the special situation?"

Leas flew back quickly and floated aside, and complained in anger.

"Haha, aren't you finding two cans of seasonings? Use detection to see if you have been poisoned or cursed or something."

Jevrevan, who was scared by the poisonous low-level mitre silver before, felt like he was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of a rope for ten years.

Only by being careful can you sail the ten thousand-year-old ship! Jevrevin comforted himself so much.

"You? Haha, that's really good!"

The white detector flashed and the two cans were checked inside and out.

"There is no abnormality, don't worry and use it boldly. These are the common basic seasonings! Do you want me to introduce them to you one by one?"

Leas curled his mouth, his face full of disdain.

"Let me introduce it later, let me taste it myself first."

Jevrevan, who is obsessed with cooking, has to experience it personally. A little difference in origin and quality may bring a different taste experience.

Just like Pixian bean paste sold in batches, it may not taste better at some low-key handicraft workshops.

With a little sticky seasoning on his fingers, Jevrevan felt it with confidence and boldness.

"This is salt, average quality! This is sugar, and the taste is more like brown sugar! This is"

The more Jevrevan tasted, the more excited he was.

Although there are still many seasonings and no chili, these nine seasonings are enough to show their strengths.

The most important thing is that there are onions and cumin.

Although the quantity is not large and the shape is very different, Jevrevin stubbornly gave them familiar names.

So what about the Heru Continent, so what about the devil? I just call it like that, what's wrong!

Don't run away from the devil

Don't run away from the devil
Chapter completed!