readx;? It's a stinky problem brought about by learning to cook, and once you integrate into your own world, you will directly ignore everything around you. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Feng Qingge has long been accustomed to her own style of doing things, when she was cooking, the people outside didn't need her to talk, they knew to take the food and enter the table.

She is not used to putting cooked meals on the stove in the kitchen, only this area, it is inconvenient to put anything, it is better to put it out of the pot while it is hot. What's more, what she is doing now is a full banquet that can only be done with a Xuanji knife, which is different from the legendary Manchu and Han full banquets, and there are only sixty-four dishes in total.

At first, she was also curious and asked the master, wouldn't it be better if she could make a hundred and eight dishes? But what he replied was that manpower was limited. It is simply impossible for one person to make so many dishes in a very short time. Whether it's steaming, cooking, or stir-frying, the time must be stuck.

It's like a simple cold dish, which is usually served first, which seems to be no problem, but in their eyes, it has a huge problem. Cold dishes are appetizers, and it's okay to eat them first when they are served. But in modern society, everyone knows the word etiquette, and the cold dishes served first must be placed on the table, waiting for other stir-fried dishes to come up, and then move the chopsticks.

There is nothing particular about the cold dish itself, just use fresh ingredients and use your own condiments to blend the ingredients. However, the preservation of ingredients is very short, and as long as the ingredients themselves are destroyed, umami will be lost. Although it is the same dish, the taste is very different.

The average person may not be able to eat it, but as a chef, you know what is lacking when you look at the saturation of the ingredients. Therefore, in the industry, soup is the first thing to hit the table. On the contrary, the soup burger will be served slightly earlier, and wait for a period of time after it is served, just to release the most delicious stage of the ingredients, and then serve the cold dishes again, drink the soup first, and then eat some side dishes.

This simple order is extremely easy for Feng Qingge, and after mastering, it is even more difficult to improve, and the firewood cooking, at the maximum, can only be sixty-eight! When the last dish flies out, the Xuanji knife in Feng Qingge immediately returns to its place and falls back into her ring. The dense beads of sweat on his forehead fell, and thinking of the natal flame that Xue Ji used at the beginning, Feng Qingge took a towel and wiped his cheeks.

It's time to try out how to make food with the Xuanji Knife and the Natal Flame. It's just that I came out in a hurry this time, and I haven't seen Mr. Baili's cooking skills in person. But soon, after Lin Qingxuan leaves, she will be able to return to the Chaoyang Sect, and when the time comes, she will learn a lot from Teacher Baili.

Casually wiping her cheeks, Feng Qingge put down the towel in her hand and turned her head to look outside, but the two funny people outside scared her a lot. In order to catch the plate, He Lanbo hunched his body and cushioned his toes, both hands were spread out, as if he was in a posture of saluting, but he lifted his left foot, a plate of vegetables in each hand, and a plate on his toes. Feng Reverse is supporting He Lanbo's back with one hand, the whole person is standing upside down, his legs are open in a straight line, two dishes of vegetables fall on his feet, the other hand is holding the bowl and chopsticks, and there is a chopstick on his mouth, supporting the soup bowl above, and a plate of small dishes on his head, and his whole body is trembling.

"What are you two doing, playing monkey show, just having a meal, as for it?" Holding back a smile, Feng Qingge helped the two of them take over the food, and his wrist was still a little sour, and Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning. Sixty-four dishes was already her limit, and after making such a feast, her hands had to be cultivated for a month before she could pick up a knife again and make such a feast.

"Woo, Ergou, you're embarrassed to say that I was scratched by the old demon cat in order to pick up your food. Look, my ass is still out there!"

"Meow meow!"

"Flash aside, Feng Ershui, you're done now, come with me to my room, I'll show you a baby, you promise to like it." ”

"What kind of team to grab, get out of the way, I'll ...... first"

The burning stick on the trunk yawned, fell to the ground a little bored, put his hands into his sleeves, and winked at the wind.

Ruoshui, who was lying on the table, was still muttering, absent-minded, even in the face of her favorite food, she didn't look excited, but depressedly ravaged and ravaged the corners of her clothes, and the blue and white clothes were kneaded into a ball by her.

"Ruoshui, what's wrong with you?" Feng Qingge sat beside Ruoshui, and before he touched Ruoshui's little head, the frightened person jumped up like a little rabbit, and a vigilant look flashed in his eyes.

"Did I just cook and scare you?" Feng Qingge was also slightly stunned, not expecting Ruoshui, who had always been calm and calm, to have such a panicked side.

It's just that Ruoshui is a person who doesn't like to talk, even if Feng Qingge questioned it, she just shook her head, shifted her gaze to the table, and then picked up the chopsticks and tried the sixty-eight dishes in front of her.

Even if it is the best thing, in front of a distracted person, it is like chewing wax, Feng Qingge is not in a hurry, he turned his head to look at the uncle on the side, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Uncle, was I scared like water just now?"

Shrugged her shoulders casually, yawned with a burning stick and said, "The problem is not you, she will naturally say it when she wants to tell you." However, I'm more curious about what Helan Bo wants to show you now. ”

...... "What kind of good treasure can that kid Helan Bo take! Connecting all the dishes like this, there is really no way to imagine how advanced the treasure in his room will be."

Feng Reverse put down the dish in his hand, and after watching Ruoshui eat the first chopsticks, he quickly picked up the chopsticks, aimed at the roast chicken in front of him, and grabbed a chicken leg first. Helan Bo's speed is also fast, and the other chicken leg fell into his hands, and the appearance of sweeping the dining table has the temperament of a son of a family.

"It's delicious...... chewing the food in his mouth, Ruoshui slowly put down his chopsticks, his indifferent eyes met Feng Qingge's eyes, and asked softly: "Why, there is a taste that I miss?"

"Missing?" His eyes closed slightly, Feng Qingge reached out and touched Ruoshui's little head, and smiled softly: "Every dish has its own soul, what kind of feelings the person who makes the dish will taste like it." If you think about someone, can you tell me conveniently?"

"Senior brother......" The two words indifferently spit out, Ruoshui hugged the old demon cat alone, turned around and left.

Her character has always been like this, even if she turns around and leaves, no one will doubt it, but Helan Yubai joined the team to grab food without saying a word, vigorously.

"A Ruoshui is already so strong, will her senior brother be even more powerful?" muttered Feng Qingge, looking at the blue-white figure in the mountains with some curiosity, but found the familiar fiery red figure, accompanying her, walking outside.

was about to catch up, but the arm in front of him blocked her, Feng Qingge frowned slightly, "Uncle, what are you doing?"