In the hall, Aunt Chen was like a storm, and in just a moment, she ate the dishes on that table. While patting her bulging belly, she gave a thumbs up and praised the old man, saying that she had the best food in her life......

And the old man simply turned around, out of sight and out of mind.

However, when he saw Aunt Chen gobbling up, like a hungry pig eating, his heart was dripping blood, just like his beautiful daughter, who was ruined by a savage and ugly man.

She, she...... I don't know how to taste or appreciate at all......

This is a cow chewing peony!

Alas-

The old man sighed, he really shouldn't have let Aunt Chen sit down.

"Ah, have you eaten it all for me?"

At this time, Aunt Chen was a little embarrassed, as if she couldn't imagine that she could eat so much. It was a twelve-course dish, a serving of eight people, but in the end, the three of them ate it all.

"It's okay, we're all full. ”

Feng Qingyan said, although Aunt Chen did eat a lot, he and Li Jing were really full, "Aunt Chen, how do you feel about the dishes made by my uncle?"

"It's delicious! It's the best dish I've ever eaten in my life. ”

Aunt Chen was a little excited, and added: "I didn't expect my uncle to cook so deliciously, I have always heard that my uncle is a big chef before, but I can't imagine it's true......"

"It's delicious. Feng Qingyan smiled and nodded.

"Well, then I'll clean up the dishes. Aunt Chen stood up with her stomach in her hands, she was really too full, fortunately she was not so full that she couldn't move, and she could still do it after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Then it's troublesome Aunt Chen. Feng Qingyan said.

"It should be, it should be. ”

Aunt Chen said again and again, looking very satisfied, her hands and feet were very nimble, and she quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. When she was about to send it into the kitchen, she suddenly remembered that she couldn't enter the kitchen, so she looked at the old man and asked, "Uncle, this bowl of chopsticks?"

"Kitchen. The old man snorted unhappily.

"Didn't you say that I—I can't go in?" Aunt Chen whispered.

"If you want to go, you can go. The old man's face was calm, his heart was still dripping blood, and seeing Aunt Chen's stout body was like seeing his own artwork, ruined by a pig.

"Oooh. Aunt Chen nodded resignedly.

And when Aunt Chen completely cleaned up the Eight Immortals table, the old man couldn't help it and asked, "How is the old man's cooking skills?"

"Worthy of the god of cooking. Feng Qingyan said.

The old man frowned, looking a little dissatisfied, and said, "That's it?"

"There's no hurry. ”

Feng Qingyan said, as if he was reminiscing.

At this time, Li Jing was cleaning the tea set in the garden, which belonged to the old man and had been placed on the stone table.

"Sir, tea is ready. ”

After a while, Li Jing said, wafting with the fragrance of tea.

"Huh?"

The old man was slightly surprised when he smelled the fragrance of tea.

Because, the tea set is his tea set, the water is his water, the tea leaves are his tea leaves, and everything is his. However, the fragrance of the tea he smells now is a little different from the fragrance of the tea he brewed.

This tea is fragrant and fragrant, refreshing.

Smelling it, it makes people feel comfortable, and the depression just now is swept away.

"Please. Feng Qingyan said, and took the lead in walking over and sitting down on the stone, and Li Jing immediately poured him tea.

The old man was polite and sat down opposite Feng Qingyan.

At this time, the old man picked up a cup of tea, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, and the surprise in his eyes became even stronger. He couldn't understand why the tea brewed was different, it seemed to be the same as two kinds of tea......

He tasted it carefully, and said after a while: "Little girl, you can't do this tea art, ordinary tea makes ordinary tea, and you can be called a tea master." ”

"Don't dare to be. ”

Li Jing was very modest and said, "I only learned a little bit from my husband. ”

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but look at Feng Qingyan in surprise, could it be that this young man was still a master of tea art? However, seeing that Feng Qingyan was just drinking tea quietly, he didn't seem to want to say much, so he didn't bother to ask, and he was also tasting it carefully.

After all, the tea brewed out of this brew is thousands of times better than his.

After a pot of tea, Feng Qingyan offered to leave.

The old man sent Feng Qingyan to the gate, and then asked Aunt Chen to go back, and then returned to the room to rest and prepare dinner with enough energy.

It's just that he can't sleep all the time, and he's thinking about how to become a kitchen god.

Soon after, he thought about the well water again.

I don't know why, he always feels that the well water is an opportunity.

At this moment, he immediately got up and went to the well, looking at it with a frown. This well, which he dug until dawn last night, had been dug very deep, but there was still no water.

It's kind of weird.

Because, at this depth, it is impossible to run out of water.

"Do you want to keep digging?"

The old man questioned himself, and at last he shook his head and went back to rest.

At six o'clock in the evening, a strong fragrance once again fills the vicinity of Zaojun Temple, attracting many people to look for it. After all, the old man is the god of cooking, although he is only a line off, but the fragrance of the dishes he makes can float hundreds of meters, like a cloud condensed in the sky, and it has not dispersed for a long time.

Therefore, outside the Zaojun Temple, there are many people who are trying to sniff their noses and greedily inhale the fragrance.

And at this time, Feng Qingyan and Li Jing appeared in Xie Mansion again.

"Uncle, I've made you dinner. ”

After the old man delivered one dish after another, Aunt Chen walked in with a bamboo basket, and when she saw the sumptuous dishes, her eyes suddenly lit up.

At this time, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, her eyes were like green light, and she couldn't move it at all.

When the old man saw this, his face suddenly darkened, and he said, "Didn't I say that you don't need to cook?

"Uncle, you think my food is unpalatable, why don't you teach me?" Aunt Chen said with some expectation.

"Neither will you be taught. The old man said coldly.

"If you don't teach, how do you know I won't?"

Aunt Chen retorted that she really wanted to learn a few hands from the old man, and if she did, she could open a small restaurant to ensure that business was booming.

"Have you ever seen a cow play the harp?" said the old man, rolling his eyes.

"Cut, if you don't teach, you won't teach, do you want to say it so ugly?" Aunt Chen muttered quietly, a little dissatisfied that the old man always hurt her, and was too unkind to her.

"Who are you? Who said cows can't play the piano, huh?"

At this time, a rough and loud voice with anger suddenly came down from the sky, "Hmph, now the old cow will play it for you, see if the cow can play the piano......"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, so he took a few steps abruptly, looked up at the sky, and then was stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

Because in a black cloud in the sky, there was a big black buffalo, playing with a guqin seriously.

"Qiang, Qiang......"

The sound of the piano is rapid, like a torrential rain, like a boiling and surging view, with the image of a dragon's roar. Listen quietly, as if sitting on a dangerous boat across the Wu Gorge, dizzy, thrilling, almost suspect that this body has been running in the mountains, when thousands of ravines are contending......

The old man couldn't help but be stunned, even if he didn't know the rhythm, he knew that the sound of the piano was extraordinary. However, this amazing sound of the piano was played by a big black buffalo.

Didn't I just say that cows can't play the piano?

……