All Lan Fei'er's anger and discomfort were accumulated in the pain of clenching her fat hands into fists and stabbing her slightly long nails into her palms. The head www.biquge.info of the pen fun pavilion flickered over the expectant eyes of Ling Er and Mo Xiaolan, and her panicked eyes swept over the ten overseers of the Li Palace, only to find that no one stood up to speak. Lan Fei'er knew that none of them wanted to see their shadow tomorrow. So choose to turn a blind eye.

Suddenly, a pile of sweet potato leaves behind an overseer attracted Lan Fei'er's attention. Her eyes swept over the time on the hourglass, and she immediately took a few grains of garlic in one hand and a small wooden basket in the other. The whole person rushed to the pile of sweet potato leaves. I started to quickly select and plant fresh sweet potato leaves. Fortunately, the sweet potato leaves in this sweet potato pile are quite fresh, and the taste should not be too bad.

"Oh my God, she's ...... It won't be the sweet potato leaves that you want to give to the pigs, so let's cook! ”

"Hahaha......"

"She's dead!"

"The pigs were also brought to the chefs. It's really delicious, and it may last for a few days and nights. ”

"She's a beggar who picks up garbage, and it's good to have something to eat with pigs!"

"Could it be that the problem with her body is that she eats these foods???"

"A garbage picker is a garbage picker! Haha........."

"Haha......"

Lan Fei'er directly ignored the sneers of different timbres in her ears, but instead began to plant and wash vegetables faster, and then began to look at the rice on the hourglass time, and swept the tiger stove that the kitchen might grab.

When the hourglass was only half a cup of tea, many people's dishes were already well prepared and neatly placed on the wooden table next to them. And Lan Fei'er cleaned the sweet potato leaves and prepared to go to one of the tiger stoves to fry the sweet potato leaves. Just as Lan Fei'er walked past a group of negotiating and chuckling crowds, one was inadvertent. The little feet were suddenly stirred up. The sweet potato leaves in the wooden basket in his hand were all scattered to the ground: "Wow! ”

"Poof! Hahahaha......"

"This fat woman, she fell down while walking, you just give up!"

"There's no time! Fat beggar, you just wait to be eliminated! ”

"Hahaha......" Bursts of shameful laughter swept into Lan Fei'er's ears again. She bit her lower lip, quickly got up and took a deep breath, jerking up a clump of sweet potato leaves on the ground. Then he ran out of the kitchen.

Fortunately, the ground is dust-free and the mud is cleaner and cleaner.

In less than half a breath, Lan Fei'er walked into the kitchen again with the wooden basket. This time, she began to walk cautiously to a tiger stove. began to quickly light the firewood, nervous about to jump out of the heart, and then glanced at the time on the hourglass.

Time goes by drop by drop, watch closely. There are only two breaths left. Steward Qi had already stepped through the door with the chefs, and slowly walked to the wooden table where the dishes were placed. At this time, Lan Fei'er directly ignored the panic of the scene and all kinds of whispered discussions. Her mind seemed to be back to the state of cooking at home, and her heart and soul were beside her, pulling the corner of her clothes and saying, "Mommy, it's so fragrant." What to fry this time. ”

It's as if she's entering the world of her own chef. I saw her suddenly raise her fat hand to test the temperature of the hot pot slightly. Only then pour the prepared lard into a hot pan and put the lard into the pan. Immediately set off a burst of lard explosion: "Zizi ......"

Greeted and put into the pot is a flattened garlic. As soon as the garlic was put in the pot, a fragrant smell of minced garlic filled the entire kitchen. This fragrant garlic fragrance not only makes people feel aftertaste, but also faintly makes people want to put it in the bowl, and smell it close to their noses: "Zizi ......"