The distant and ancient shouts surged into his ears. Zhuji found many strong and powerful palms touching his body, holding him up, heading towards the depths of the mountains. These palms made Zhuji very uncomfortable. He felt that he might be in a state of no inch, but he was unable to resist, and could not even turn over, and could not turn his perspective. He could only lie on his back and look at the sky quietly, watching the scorching sun above.

Then, he seemed to have become part of a certain city wall in the mountains.

ah.

I suddenly came to my senses. It seemed that I had been exposed to the sun and rain for several years. Zhu Ji had no choice but to feel novel again. It turned out that I had become the Great Wall.

The world changes.

The newly built wall has been integrated with the land.

And under the soil, there were so many dead bones that Zhuji could not understand the most. It was the young and strong labor who had held him up the mountain and had pairs of strong arms. When the shouts sounded in his ears again, the sky at the far end of his vision seemed to be high wolf smoke, and the aliens blew the horns... Zhuji's face gradually became solemn, "No! This is not the "Mother Sun Ball" recorded in the past!"

"Liu Maoxing's "Mother Sun Ball" is relaxed and interesting, and contains his love for cooking and the pleasant mood during the cooking process... Of course, he may also have his longing for his mother's taste."

"And the reappearing of "Mother Sun Ball" is Xia Yu's own recipe!"

A completely different style of painting.

The smell of the sun is still there, but the "power" of the earth is not just about gravity, but also heavier.

determination!

momentum!

Zhu Jixin said in shock: "The dish that can only be made in the Great Wall? The Great Wall has not only become his wok and cookware. It turns out that he has absorbed the soul of the Great Wall into the dishes... Isn't this mighty momentum pointing to that king?"
Chapter completed!