"Uh-huh, the little ruffian is quite smart this time, that's right, use medicinal diet, first improve from the most basic places, and nourish the body, before you can take other auxiliary things to breathe your body. Feng Qingge nodded, looking around.

Bu Jinyu's home is even more crowded, the family is poor, and there must be no good things in the kitchen.

It's impossible to make a delicate meal, but it's not suitable for the elderly nowadays to eat something too greasy, and it's much better to eat something ordinary and nutritious.

Sure enough, Bu Jinyu's cheeks turned red, and he said hesitantly: "I, I only have some rice at home, and a little greens, I don't have anything good to prepare, I, I'll go to the market to buy something right away, what do you need?"

The big hand rubbed on his clothes, and Bu Jinyu was about to take a step out.

As a chef, the kitchen at home is so shabby, which has made him very embarrassed. It's not that he wants to do this, but no matter what he does, his mother won't take a bite, so that he can't help it, and he can't eat those things himself, and in the end, he eats a little porridge every day, and the greens are enough.

"No, as a chef, getting some ingredients is just a trivial matter. "As long as it is a living thing, something that can be eaten, the wind and light songs will come and go.

Bu Jinyu frowned slightly, in Cuiwei Pavilion, he had already seen Feng Qingge's cooking skills, although it was only approximate, but it had already made him admire from the bottom of his heart, and no one had ever been able to use such a skilled knife skill. At that time, he had already decided that Feng Qingge was a chef, but ......

Shaking his head, Bu Jinyu reminded: "I also tried to let my mother eat, but she didn't open her mouth anyway, so ......"

"That's the wrong way you're using, you're making something delicious, but alas, you're ignoring it. Turning to look at the old woman in the bedroom, the essence in Feng Qingge's dark eyes flashed, and the white little finger pointed to the person on the bed, and said softly: "The most important thing as a chef is to understand the people who eat. No matter how good the food is, if it is not in harmony with the crowd, it will surely die in the cradle. Just like babbling children, they love new sweets, fun and delicious. Adults, on the other hand, focus on taste. Older people, on the other hand, prefer chewy and tasty. Different people have different requirements for what they do. Do you think your mother can eat abalone now?"

"You mean......" His eyes lit up, and Bu Jinyu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, yes, his mother's current appearance, even if she served the delicacies of the mountains and seas that the emperor liked to eat, she would never touch a bite. Because, he doesn't know enough about the people who taste his own food!

Just ask a person who is dying of illness, who would eat those greasy things.

Smiling indifferently, Feng Qingge said softly: "Clean the kitchen, I'll go out for a walk." ”

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Bu Jinyu nodded excitedly, the most important thing for a chef, in addition to his hands, is the kitchenware, and any chef doesn't want to see the kitchenware in his hands dirty. Although his kitchenware is cleaned every day, now he is washing pots and pans over and over again, hoping to see what Feng Qingge does.

My Xuanji Knife.

Thinking of the things in his previous life, Feng Qingge's flesh was about to hurt. If the Xuanji knife is here, she still chirps so much to do, all the delicacies made by the Xuanji knife, even cancer patients have to eat a few bites, such an artifact kitchenware, she has to create it as soon as possible.

"Boss, Sister Tangyuan's words, do you understand?" Standing as if stunned, Zheng Zixu looked at Bu Jinyu who was brushing the bottom of the pot blankly, Feng Qingge was making a fuss alone, and Bu Jinyu, who was Cuiwei Pavilion, was also making a fuss, could it be that he really believed that he could save people with this ingredient?

In that case, what do you need a pharmacist and an alchemist to do?

Waving his hand slightly, Mu Cangyun showed a shallow smile and laughed softly: "I don't seem to understand, but if she can really make a meal to cure the disease, it's not ......."

"No, boss, do you actually believe that Sister Tangyuan? That meal can heal the body, I, I'll be a puppy for life, and every time I see her, I will say hello!" Zheng Zixu said angrily, I really haven't seen a brainless person, what are you kidding, although medicinal food is available in various countries, it can't be used as the main medicine to treat ah.

Ying Lingfei, who was on the side, said with a cold face: "Bet once, lose once." Have you been a dog less often?"

"You, you, you, Eagle, others say that a woman's elbow is turned outward, how can you be like a girl, tear down my platform!" Zheng Zixu, who was depressed, shouted angrily, but it was true, he followed the wind and sang a bet a few times, and it seemed that he lost?

Ying Lingfei asked in a cold voice, "Are your elbows facing inward?"

"...... "It's not good to change my team!"

At this moment, Zheng Zixu just wants to hold the pillow and cry, and it is really sad to have a teammate who lacks roots.

However, after a stick of incense, Feng Qingge had already returned with the ingredients, she ignored the few people who were still depressed in the back room, and walked straight into the kitchen. And the brightly brushed kitchen utensils were placed one by one, and more than a dozen kitchen knives were placed in turn, which looked more gorgeous than his bedroom.

"I'll go out first. Seeing that Feng Qingge was in the kitchen, Bu Jinyu lowered his head and turned around to close the door.

You must know that on the Xingyue Continent, every chef has his own skills, and it is not easy to learn from a teacher, if you stay in the kitchen, it is equivalent to stealing other people's things. Therefore, when the chef cooks, only a few potential young chefs are left to help, and everyone else avoids it.

However, Feng Qingge waved his hand and said, "What are you going out for, stay." Cooking is a thing, pay attention to a fateful word. Jin Wuzuba, no one is perfect, Master Bu, you are good at pasta, and your attainments in this area are much higher than mine. You can see what I'm making now, and when the time comes, I can make it for your mother, and it will make her hungry. ”

"This, is it appropriate?" Rubbing his hands, Bu Jinyu hesitated a little.

Feng Qingge said depressedly: "It's not suitable, I can learn it, I try to slow down the movement." Really, the ancients were just too pedantic and too conservative......"

The white hands separated the collected things, and Bu Jinyu didn't hear the words muttered behind Feng Qingge. But it's a good thing that he can stay and see what Feng Qingge has done.

I don't know when, Mu Cangyun was already sitting in the kitchen, with one hand on the wheelchair and watching the wind singing while washing the dishes. I only felt that at this time, Feng Qingge, her eyes became clearer and clearer, like a black hole, attracting all his attention.

A simple look and the action of turning around are so natural. And the smile at the corner of the mouth, the thin lips that opened slightly, and the beautiful voice, it seems to be......

"Well, when you came over, I helped light the fire, and I lent you a burning stick. Stretching out his hand, the black burning stick was thrown directly towards Mu Cangyun, it was not that Feng Qingge was teasing Mu Cangyun, but that this guy was sitting in a wheelchair, just enough to reach the firewood and cook on the fire.

"Ahem......" Mu Cangyun retracted his consciousness, held the burning stick taken out of the cave, and looked at Feng Qingge with a little depression, obediently, the thing in it stinks very much, if he knew that he was used as a burning stick, he would definitely be furious.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com