If it's just a simple instant noodle, the soul can barely be completed in the immortal cultivation hut, but a complex process like stir-frying and cooking can only be done by the soul of the foundation building period. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, Jiang Ning got out a set of kitchen utensils and prepared to cook a delicious meal himself.

"Hehe, how do you know that my brother is good at cooking Sichuan food, so good at ordering!" Jiang Ning smiled, and he started work.

I went to college in CD City for four years, and when I was fine, the friends in the dormitory also had dinner parties from time to time.

Being in CD City and liking Sichuan cuisine, Jiang Ning naturally learned some of the more famous local dishes.

Now that he heard Zi Ling order a traditional Sichuan dish, he is even more energetic, and he can show off in front of a beautiful girl, there must be no man who is unwilling, right?

"Cut, you say that you are like you know how to cook, can you do it?" Zi Ling's words were full of disbelief.

"Yes, of course, how can a man 'not work'!"

"! Say these meaty words again, be careful of the old lady, I'll kick you out!"

"What's the matter? Are you going to tell me?"

"Say I'll kick you again!"

It wasn't until Zi Ling raised his hatred of the sky, ready to make the thin and pointed heel have an intimate contact with Jiang Ning's body, that Jiang Ning was so frightened that he shrank his neck and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Zi Ling stood next to Jiang Ning and looked at it twice, and saw that he was very quick to do his work, and he had a good eye, so he couldn't help but lean down and think about helping Jiang Ning wash the vegetables or something.

However, as soon as Zi Ling got started, Jiang Ning grinned, looking at such a beautiful girl, the kitchen matter, she simply didn't know anything, the rice didn't even buy it, she poured it into the pot, and when she picked the vegetables, she was also clumsy, but Jiang Ning had to let this aunt leave quickly, don't make a mess here.

Jiang Ning, as a monk in the foundation building period, is very proficient in kitchen matters, so he washes vegetables and picks vegetables, washes rice and cooks, and the one who does it is called a slip!

Whoosh whoosh ......

Under Zi Ling's dazzle, it didn't take long for Jiang Ning to steam the rice and cut out the washed and picked vegetables.

The gas stove that Jiang Ning brought was the kind with two stoves, the one on the left was simmering with rice, and the one on the right was put on the wok by him.

As soon as the oil is poured and the fire is boiled, Jiang Ning stir-frys.

At this time, Zi Ling naturally stood beside Jiang Ning, and said two poisonous words from time to time......

However, as the oil pot heated, the green onion and ginger were put into the pot, and the meat slices were put into the pot, when a rich aroma wafted out, the frequency of Zi Ling's poisonous tongue plummeted, because her little nose was busy sniffing the refreshing aroma gushing out of the pot.

Five or six minutes later, a plate of steaming, fragrant back to the pot meat was out of the pot, and Zi Ling's big eyes were full of little stars and brought this plate of her favorite dish to the table, it seemed that if she didn't still retain the only little girlish reserve, she would start eating.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house, which couldn't help but startle Zi Ling and Jiang Ning, thinking that there was some news about the phantom demon.

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, Taoist priest Zhang Shaoxia and monk Fahe walked in with their noses shaken.

"Yo he, it's really you here, Dao Ye, I said, how can the vegetables come out of this wilderness, haha...... Jiang Ning, you kid cooks, I didn't see it, you still have such a hand, well, I want to try your skills today!"

"Hehe, Jiang Ning's donor, Xiao Wei is also going to be bothered!"

The monk and the Taoist priest said without seeing each other at all.

"I didn't say it, the two of you are welcome to join, since both of you are monks, then I'll fry two more vegetarian dishes, how about it?" Jiang Ning asked tentatively.

"Ahem...... Jiang Ning, now that the monk is not so particular, okay, Daoye, I like to eat some big fish and meat, well, the sweeter the better!"

"Jiang Ning's donor, Xiao Wei also likes meat......"

"Uh, then let's have a fish-flavored shredded pork and kung pao chicken, right?" Due to the limitation of ingredients, Jiang Ning naturally didn't make too many tricks, and what he said was some home-cooked side dishes.

"Okay, Master Dao, I'm not a picky eater, as long as it's fried enough to satisfy your cravings, whatever you do!"

"The little monk also thinks like this, it's troublesome for Jiang Ning's donor!"

"Wow, go back to the pot meat, hurry up and bring me a pair of chopsticks!"

Zhang Shaoxia pretended to look around Jiang Ning's place, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a steaming plate of freshly cooked meat on the table, and his eyes suddenly lit up and he pounced.

"Hey, Stinky Daoist, this dish was ordered by this girl, and you are not allowed to eat it...... Oh, damn it!"

Zi Ling originally wanted to stop it, but the silver-white light flashed under the feet of Taoist priest Zhang Shaoxia, and an arrow step passed by Zi Ling, and then he picked up his chopsticks and started moving.

The monk was not slacking off, and bypassed Zi Ling from the other side, and tasted it unceremoniously, so angry that Zi Ling stomped his feet.

In the end, the girl finally put aside her reserve and started eating, because if she had to be reserved again, her favorite plate of back pot meat on the table would be gone......

So, when Jiang Ning was stir-frying, behind him, a monk, a Taoist priest, and a girl, like three hungry wolves, waved the chopsticks in their hands and ate a lot.

When Jiang Ning stir-fried the second dish, fish-flavored eggplant, the three of them couldn't wait for him.

"Damn! You can't leave me something!"

Jiang Ning subconsciously looked back and saw that the plate of meat that had been placed on the table had already been wiped out, and there was not even a single meat residue left......

"Ahem...... Jiang Ning, the amount of your fried vegetables is too small, fry more, everyone is hungry, right, hehe, hungry......"

The Taoist priest licked his face and said a word, and snatched the fish-flavored eggplant in Jiang Ning's hand without any sense of shame......

"Jiang Ning's donor, come on and stir-fry!" the monk encouraged.

"Four eyes, fry me another plate of back pot meat, they were all grabbed by the two of them just now, and I didn't even eat a few bites. Zi Ling gave Jiang Ning another indicator.

And then...... Then all three of them ran to the table again, picked up their chopsticks, and the wind swept away.

I'm rubbing, you're forcing me to make a trick!!

Jiang Ning said viciously, and started to make the third dish-mapo tofu.

This dish is an authentic Sichuan cuisine, which integrates numb, spicy, tender, crispy, fragrant, fresh and other flavors, highlighting the characteristics of Sichuan cuisine 'spicy', and it is called a cool to eat!

Jiang Ning divided five by two, made mapo tofu, and then picked up a pair of chopsticks in a hurry, ready to use the chef's 'trick' - when he tried it, the chopsticks and vegetables were snatched away by the three guys who lurked beside him at some point, and threw down the intimate words of 'we will try it for you, you quickly stir-fry', and started eating again.

Jiang Ning burst into tears......

Fortunately, at this time, the rice on the other stove was cooked, Jiang Ning hurriedly served the rice to the table, and then took out a wok and stir-fried the vegetables twice, which was worthy of withstanding the wind and clouds of the three people.

But even so, Jiang Ning finally had to fry several of the dishes in double, which ensured that when he ate, he had dishes to eat......