"By the way, Uncle Burning Stick, I can only trouble you." Hehe smiled, Feng Qingge casually spread his hand, and the iron rod that was divided and split into hundreds fell into Feng Qingge's hand, one in one hand, and all the snake meat and scorpions were skewered.

"Dead fatty, I'll go to your uncle, what are you doing, you actually use me to string these things, are you looking for death!" The burning stick's face suddenly darkened, thinking of these inferior beasts, the filthy bodies and internal organs were cleaned up, and it connected them together like this, and the disgusting feeling made the burning stick unacceptable.

The uncle who was too lazy to take care of the consciousness space, the speed of Feng Qingge was even faster, and he happily got all this done, and said angrily: "You don't allow me to take the food, now I'll do it myself, can't I have enough food and clothing?" ”

", I'm afraid of you now, I just burst chrysanthemums and flowers, and now I'm stringing these, can't you take things from the ring now!" The burning stick is completely blown up, what does this dead fat man think of him! It's a rolling pin and a lamb skewer, and she's not one of those inferior things.

"It's late, I want to try the taste of this thing now, it's a big meat fat, and it's definitely delicious to make a skewer." Feng Qingge laughed and went in with the meat of the skewers.

There was already a fire inside, warm, Feng Qingge put down the bag in his hand, and those people sat in one direction at the same time, but the meat had been processed, and there was no difference in it, it was those scorpions, still ordinary appearance, it looked very disgusting, and no one dared to approach.

Feng Qingge didn't care so much, and planned to roast it in her own way, but just when Feng Qingge was about to roast the scorpion, a fiery red light flew out of her eyes, falling into the scorpion like lightning, and before Feng Qingge could react, it seemed as if there was something else in her mind, and slowly unfolded.

Recipes, Prologues......

The countless words were displayed in his mind, and Feng Qingge didn't have time to read them one by one, only remembering that his cooking skills were declining, the chef was slumped, and the healing pill of the year was overflowing, causing the chef to fall into a desperate situation. And this book is to write all the books about ingredients, which contain the food made by everyone, all of which are collected from the most popular delicacies among the people, and recorded them one by one. In the back, it is the fusion of star power and cooking skills, so as to research the food equivalent to the healing elixir, which is very popular.

There are many introductions, I haven't seen the wind light song, the red light is like blood, covering the bottom, and the next thing is the method of making roasted scorpions and snakes.

"This is ......" was completely stunned, Feng Qingge didn't react for a long time, why did the recipe appear in his mind, and in what state did he open the recipe.

Why did the pages of white paper change from this moment to handwriting, just like the elixir on the incineration? She had a natal flame, so she started the Burning Flame, and now ...... It was Xingli who opened the recipe with something.

"Dead fat, the recipe is activated!" The figure of the fire stick uncle quickly appeared in front of Feng Qingge, staring at the fire stick that looked like a bamboo stick in the wind light singer, as well as the things on it, and said with a somewhat ugly face: "Could it be that the opportunity to start the recipe is me and these messy things?" ”

"How is it possible, the long brain knows that it can't be you!" Feng Qingge roared out directly, how could this narcissistic fire stick uncle think of this opportunity, then she used the fire stick as a rolling pin, why didn't she see what was shown in the recipe? Could it be that this is a recipe for skewers, so every time you burn a fire stick and poke someone else's chrysanthemum or flower, the recipe will appear!

The people on the side were completely stunned, and suddenly saw Feng Qingge roaring into the air, and they only felt that their scalps were exploding. Now at such a tense moment, although the five poisons outside will not rush in for the time being, they may sneak over and bite them!

"What's that, it's okay, it's okay......" Feng Qingge hurriedly retracted his gaze, wanting to bake this thing according to his own method, who knew that his hands actually didn't listen to her, and according to the first step in the recipe, he threw the skewer directly into the flames.

I'm going, it's over!

Without waiting for Feng Qingge to reach out to pick it up, the natal flame operated naturally, completely wrapping the flesh inside, and the demonic purple-red flame burned, and she felt the star power and the power of thunder and lightning in her body go towards those flesh together. It's like alchemy, wrapping the contents with its own spiritual power, and the method of making skewers prevents direct contact with open flames, and bakes them on the earth with charcoal fire. It's the same in this way, but it's more inclined to do so.

After a while, Feng Qingge suddenly came to her senses, this practice is very similar to calling a chicken, her star power is like the soil and lotus leaves outside, wrapping the chicken inside, the natal flame is naturally countless times better than the ordinary charcoal fire, and the aroma is completely baked, and then what about it......

The natal flame of "......" dispersed, and a rich aromatic breath came out, and the flesh wrapped in the flame did not turn into the imaginary black charcoal, but with golden oil stains. With both hands moving, Feng Qingge picked up the burning stick with one hand, grabbed the ingredients with the other hand, and scattered them casually downward.

Simple and convenient, each piece of meat had some cumin, chili pepper and salt stuck to it, and when the hundreds of pieces of meat were finished, the control of her body returned to her hands, and the fiery red light returned to her body, showing the handwriting at the end of the tutorial.

If she cooks according to the recipe every time, won't she be able to control her body? In that case, is she making it or is it the recipe? Fortunately, it's just a tutorial, and next time she controls it, she'll have to tear this recipe apart.

"It's so fragrant, what a smell!"

"Meat, it's the meat ...... just now"

"Goo...... How do you do it, aren't they all burnt? ”

The people who had just reacted immediately looked in the direction of Feng Qingge, looking at the golden flesh and the terrible scorpion, they only swallowed their saliva.

Feng Qingge paused for a moment, picked up a string of roasted scorpions, and said with a smile: "This thing actually tastes very crispy, let's try it?" Although there is less meat, the mosquitoes ...... No matter how small a scorpion is, it's meat. ”

Ignoring everyone's eyes, Feng Qingge bit down the scorpion and ate it, the taste was obviously not as delicious as her own cooking, it was a little hard, and the cumin on it was not even, and there was a strange taste, it just looked good, in fact, it was ...... Not at all. As an absolute chef, I have a judgment on the quality of the ingredients and the deliciousness of the taste.

Although the recipe is good, it is only a book after all, and I only know how to cook according to the requirements, but I don't know that sometimes with the change of seasons and food, I also have to put other things to enhance the freshness. It's like if you cook according to something in a food book, and the product you make may not be bullshit.

Read the first book of the novel