"You!" Murong Chu's face sank, a pig that ordinary people could afford to raise, couldn't eat meat here?

How did Murong Chu know that Cen Cheng was originally outside the border of Yun Kingdom, and it was a temporary march to fight, because Mu Cangyun was the god of war back then, and the surrounding people such as Sword City took the initiative to participate in the construction of the city. However, as soon as the city was halfway completed, Mu Cangyun was transferred back, and his legs were disabled, and since then, Cen City has been abandoned, and there are very few people left.

Coupled with the bad weather here, the pigs can't survive, or after Feng Qingge arrived in Cen Cheng, he began to plan here, and if he wants to eat pork, he has to wait for a year and a half, and then see the actual effect.

The corners of his mouth hooked upward, Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Of course, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has come to Cen Cheng to appreciate his face, how can we entertain His Highness with low-grade spirit beast meat." What's more, His Royal Highness worked tirelessly, rushed to Cen Cheng day and night, running around and tired, seeing that His Highness's complexion was not very good, I am afraid that he would have to eat vegetarian food for a few days to alleviate it. If you eat meat, your stomach can't stand it and it's easy to get upset. ”

"Hmph, whether it's vegetarian or meat food, as long as you can make what His Highness wants to eat, then, if you can't make it......" Murong Chu smiled coldly, and his eyes swept the room.

Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows, and laughed softly: "Could it be that His Highness still thinks about this Cen Cheng? If His Highness likes it, then why not give this Cen City to His Highness? In this way, His Highness does not have to run back and forth between Cen Cheng in the capital." "Since you want it so much, then you will live here for a long time, as for who in the capital will inherit the throne, it depends on the mood of Emperor Laozi.

Murong Chu didn't know Feng Qingge's thoughts, he sneered: "This Cen City is barren and desolate, and His Highness doesn't care about it at all. As a disciple of the Divine Chef, His Highness just wants to know how much true inheritance you have obtained, this is only the first course, if you can't even pass this, it will not only be your own face. ”

"This is nature, Your Highness, please wait a moment. Feng Qingge smiled, but she was depressed in her heart, it was just a contest between the two of them, and this Murong Chu actually took Lan Yu out to suppress her. As for her god chef, since she gave her the ghost knife, she has completely disappeared, and she can't find a trace at all.

Lose face?

Little brat, I just want to see her jokes.

I didn't plan to deal with Murong Chu for anything, but now I ......

Feng Qingge felt that he couldn't be underestimated by him.

The palm of her hand stroked the stove in front of her, her black eyes closed slightly, and the wind at this moment was singing lightly, as if she was looking at something else, and she was in focus, completely ignoring the people around her. The pair of jade-like fingers brushed over the board, as if they were doing tai chi, extremely slowly.

Wei Na was injured and wanted to go back like this, but she still followed Murong Chu in, but her identity was not enough, so she could only stand at the door and watch. Seeing Feng Qingge's antics like this, she opened her mouth and mocked: "What kind of bullshit apprentice, don't tell me that you can come out to eat by touching the board!

"Wow, it stinks, why does someone smell of as soon as he opens his mouth!" made a fan with his hand and fanned around him, Pu Zheng pinched his nose with one hand, and ghostly approached Wiener's side, stinky one by one, staring at Wiener with disgusted eyes.

was almost so angry that Pu Zheng vomited blood, Wiener couldn't wait to slap it over, but because of Murong Chu, she could only forcibly hold back, pretending not to hear it, and glared at Pu Zheng fiercely.

And at this time, the wind light song finally moved.

The white hands were like noodles, incredibly soft. Quickly took out a persimmon, her hands flipped around the persimmon, as if they were slapping in the air, and she didn't touch the persimmon at all, and the whole process was even more funny.

Even Pu Zheng, who was watching the excitement, was stunned, how could Feng Qingge drop the chain at a critical time, what kind of handsome play at this time, his hands moved around like this, and he didn't even beat the persimmon, how to do things!

Pu Zheng was about to collapse at this moment, but Bu Jinyu, who was standing at the door, had straight eyes, looked at Feng Qingge's movements in amazement, and said in surprise: "How is it possible, how did she do it!"

"What and how to do it, I'm dying, Master Bu, what do you say, why don't you wait for her to do it in a while, I'll have a pig urine bubble and ruin that dish?" Scratching his ears and cheeks and looking at the people inside, Pu Zheng really wanted to take out a handful of poisonous scorpions from behind his ass and put them in Murong Chu's rice bowl.

This prince is not a good thing, he was all kinds of moths in the capital at the beginning, and his eyes were all on his head. Now that he has arrived in Cen City, there are still all kinds of shelves, and he really thinks this is still his home.

However, Bu Jinyu shook his head, took a breath of cold air, and said in a deep voice: "You take a closer look, pay attention to the persimmon on the board, not her hand." ”

"What's wrong with the persimmons, they haven't been photographed, is it possible that they have become scum?" Pu Zheng pouted and said, according to Bu Jinyu's words, looking at the persimmons on the board, there was still no movement, just like just now.

Bu Jinyu pressed Pu Zheng's head and said in a low voice: "Look again, look under the persimmon!"

Persimmon underneath?

Half-squinting, Pu Zheng deliberately went to look at the persimmon, but the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he exclaimed: "How is it possible, the persimmon actually didn't fall on the board, what did she do to the persimmon!"

That's right, the persimmon didn't fall on the board, but a centimeter away from the board, and it looked just like on the board. Ordinary people don't know what she's doing at all, and no one will notice such a subtle change. Directly below the persimmon, wrinkles visible to the naked eye slowly spread around the persimmon.

"It's amazing, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that someone could hit the flesh inside the persimmon with the palm wind and crush the flesh in the persimmon. Bu Jinyu clenched his fists, unwilling to say any more, this kind of technique was something he couldn't do anyway.

Not only that, Feng Qingge can only go so far, if anyone knows, they will be surprised, this is Feng Qingge's famous stunt as a magic kitchen, air control, the third heavy hand in the purgatory nine, with ingenious methods to control food, presented in the most primitive and perfect state.

At the moment when the fold extended to the upper end of the persimmon, a silvery-white light flew out like lightning.

"Escort!" The guards around immediately panicked, and they were about to rush towards the room one by one, but there was only this little gap in the door, and a group of people rushed up, and with a "bump", the door of Shaolin was directly squeezed and collapsed. Wei Na was even more exaggerated, and she didn't know if she was intentional or unintentional, her steps staggered, and with a sigh, she fell straight into Murong Chu's arms.

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