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Half an hour is indeed too long, from the thought of doing a good job, it only took half the time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 With a delicate small plate to bring out the four dishes that have been prepared, she is the only one who carries the dishes to the wind.

This...... Is it really possible? Feng Chao was also asking himself, opening the lid, looking at the dishes placed on the plate, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, "Scrambled egg yolk, boiled egg white with lettuce, scrambled egg white, a bowl of soup with eggshells floating ......" This, can you eat it?"

The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, but Feng Rebellion didn't dare to count down the disciples of this divine chef in front of so many people, but this dish looked really ordinary. He thought that Feng Qingge would produce some earth-shattering dishes, but as a result, the ordinary ones couldn't be more ordinary, it was really ...... Disappointed.

"Three dishes and one soup, a total of four dishes, I have finished it. Feng Qingge said with a smile: "The dish I make is really simple, but it's not a scrambled egg yolk and egg white, you can hear it clearly." I will read it to you in this order. ”

Pointing to the first dish, Feng Qingge laughed softly: "Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky." The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship. ”

When the last word fell, everyone's hearts throbbed, and they saw that the first dish, the two egg yolks were intact in the plate, and I didn't know how Feng Qingge did it, and actually made the shape of the egg yolk into the shape of a yellow bird. And the second sentence is a row of boiled egg whites on the lettuce leaves, which is so opposite to this verse. The scrambled egg whites are piled together, just like the snowflakes on the snow-capped mountains of Naxiling, and the last bowl of soup is not the lake, the floating eggshells, like a ship.

Really, it's true! With two eggs and a lettuce leaf, it was actually made, and this verse fits so well with the vegetable, it is really eye-opening!

"Feng Ershui, well done!" He Lanbo jumped up, rushed in first, looking at the ordinary dish, although he had no appetite, he admired Feng Qingge incomparably, he was so powerful, he deserved to be his person!

Feng Chao didn't expect Feng Qingge to really do it, and suddenly thought of the Baili Sect Master, he finally knew why he wanted to make this question, the Emotional Sect Master had long known that the person in front of him would definitely be able to do it, so he set up such a topic, it was completely for the sake of Feng Qingge!

"Okay, in the cooking bonus competition, only Feng Ershui will pass, full marks!" threw away the scroll in his hand, and Feng Reverse slapped He Lanbo's ass with a slap.

The force of this slap was very strong, and He Lanbo even covered his ass and screamed, "Why are you spanking my ass!"

"Nonsense, if you don't let me slap Ergou's ass, I can't slap my own ass. Feng Reverse laughed, and was about to hug Feng Qingge.

It's just that the indifferent figure stood in front, and the cold voice restrained Feng Chao's next movement, "I'm not convinced, I can decide the full score based on the verses alone, then it's too easy." The test of cooking skills is the taste, the name is only secondary, before you have tasted the taste, rashly decide on the full score, is it a bit too much. ”

Even if Baili wants to favor her, it won't be biased like this!

"You can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, this question is a test of poetry ability, and you don't even know the intention of the question, so what else is the test. Glancing at Xuemo, Feng Rebellion said angrily: "You're not a chef, you are talking about three farts crookedly!"

"Fart, he's not a chef, we are, if you don't look at the craftsmanship, what kind of chef is it called, just include it in the literary exam!"

"That's right, you'll have to give us an explanation anyway!"

"Yes, the Chaoyang Sect is too partial this time, and it actually gives a full score, and he still doesn't taste it, which is clearly an insult to the chef!"

The noisy voice was set off again, and Feng Qingge only felt that one head and two were big, no wonder these people's cooking skills could only stay at this point, and they didn't even know what the Baili Sect Master wanted to test when he came up with the question, how could he answer the question correctly, and the success would be a plus. Something so easy to understand seems so difficult to them.

Without waiting for Feng Qingge to react, the vegetable leaves in the crowd were thrown directly and smashed on Feng Qingge's head.

Well, you can get shot that way.

Feng Qingge can be regarded as obeying the wind rebellion and He Lanbo in front of her, she could have avoided it, but she didn't expect to be squeezed away by these two people, and the wet vegetable leaves drooped on her hair, exuding a faint smell. It's a good thing it wasn't the poison that was thrown, otherwise she would be lying here right now.

"Huh?" a long, nasal voice came from the crowd, and the indifferent voice seemed to be a soothing, instantly quieting the audience.

The pale blue figure appeared slowly, he was like a walk, his pace was slow, like the king of beasts patrolling his territory, so calm, but in the blink of an eye, he had already passed through the crowd and arrived in front of Feng Qingge. Before the people around them could react, they had already met those deep black eyes.

Like the stars in the dark night, so dazzling, with an irresistible power, pulling them, as long as a look, it can completely shock them. A shallow smile hung on the corner of his mouth, better than the spring breeze in March, and his heart was extremely warm. The long hair on his shoulders danced in the wind, and he was as cold, quiet, and indifferent as he came out of the painting.

Just in an instant, it captured everyone's hearts. But he raised his hand, gently took down the vegetable leaves on Feng Qingge's head, and asked softly, "Are you hurt?"

Gentle as the wind, heartbeat.

It's as if something has sprouted in his heart, Feng Qingge feels the warmth of that piece, but he doesn't want to open his mouth to break the warmth.

"Who are you?" Even though that smile charmed everyone, Xue Mo was unmoved. As soon as he spoke, all the warmth seemed to be sealed in ice, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and everyone was dissatisfied with Xuemo.

Feng Qingge's whole body was stunned, and he immediately saw the person in front of him clearly, and quickly distanced himself, and said with a smile: "Master Ye Hua, why are you here." I just asked Feng Rebellion, and he said that there are no Ye Hua disciples. You came out just in time, the wind was against the ......"

"You're a disciple of the sect, why haven't I seen it? Dragging his chin with one hand, Feng Rebellion couldn't help frowning, and he didn't think about who such a handsome mentor was for a long time. He knew almost all the sect master's mentors, how could there suddenly be a person with such a high appearance, but he didn't know?

Gu Shen, who was standing in the crowd, was frightened by this, and his old face shook fiercely, and he hurriedly walked out quickly, and said, "Sect Master Baili, why did you come out?"

Look at the book rim for the first time

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