The thunder and lightning of white light fell fiercely on its fleshy body, and the green body turned black in an instant, just as it had first come into contact with this strange human soul. It couldn't get closer, this strange force was holding it back, it couldn't devour this man's soul at all.

"Chirp, tweet...... Chirp!" A sharp voice erupted from its mouth, and orange star power encircled its body, controlling its consciousness and quickly unraveling the illusion it had created.

When everything in front of him returned to reality, and there was no longer the appearance of Hongzhe around him, the person standing looked at the few people around, and his last gaze fell on the pastry in front of him, licked his lips and said, "Pack me a ......"

“……”

It's not that Feng Qingge is greedy, Bu Jinyu's unique skills are definitely not something that ordinary people can eat. This is a pastry made of more than a dozen kinds of flour, the perfect carving shape makes people appetite, and the perfect dipping sauce melts in the mouth, and the deliciousness that the pastry should have is completely blended together.

It's as if this pasta should taste like this, and you can't taste it with added condiments at all. The original flavor of the food, even if it is added with condiments, only makes the food more delicious, such a taste is really great!

"Chirp!" The fat body rolled in the pastry, although the three-eyed phantom butterfly was not big, but it was very edible, with a small mouth, and in less than a second, the whole pastry had fallen into its stomach, and the speed was simply unspeakable.

Looking at the little chubby dun who had just woken up, maybe it was the reason for the injury at Sunset Cliff, he was half smaller, and his eyes lit up when he saw the food, and he couldn't help but say that he was in it. It usually only eats meat, and it also kills half of the pastries.

It's a pity for Zheng Zixu, who is hungry, before the chopsticks go down, a table of pastries out of the cage is gone. What made him even more depressed was that no matter how he begged Bu Jinyu, the person he brought back didn't give him face, he just didn't want to do it!

Automatically dispel the illusion, the soul returns to its place, but Feng Qingge forgot what happened to her, and after eating a pastry, she wiped her mouth with satisfaction, in her impression, she just went down to get the Xuanji knife, and then somehow, she fainted. After waking up, there was one more meat worm, and this delicacy, she was extremely satisfied.

"Little ruffian, when did you come? I heard Mu Cangyun say, you also brought Chef Bu by the way, and you ate a lot of good things along the way, right?" Touching his stomach, Feng Qingge smiled, stretched out his thumb, and said with satisfaction: "Chef Bu, this hand of pastry work is very good, it's a pity to work for Cuiwei Pavilion." I'm being sent to Cen Cheng now, and there's no business here, so why don't we join forces and open a restaurant?"

"Wind girl, your cooking skills are above me, just call me Jin Yu. Wind girl, you open a restaurant, I will definitely come to help!" Bu Jinyu's heart trembled, you must know this sentence, it means that Feng Qingge can teach him cooking. Thinking of the Purgatory Nine-fold Hand, the small dough can be made so well, and the effect of applying this Purgatory Nine Hand to the meat is even more ...... He can't wait to follow Feng Qingge to the kitchen now to see how many unique skills she has.

Zheng Zixu on the side looked at Feng Qingge even more pitifully, and said angrily: "Sister Tangyuan, you didn't expect me, I'm so sad." You don't look at it, the current Cen City is exactly the same as the empty city, there is a sword mountain behind it, and it is not populated. Ahead is the Sangguo prairie, relying on such a small number of people in Cen City, what kind of economy do you want to develop?"

"And the most important thing is that the Cen Cheng Mountains are exhausted, the grassland is full of cattle and sheep, and the yield of crops is close to zero, you want to open a restaurant, where do the ingredients come from? Do you think that the people in Sword City will give you the ingredients? Or do you plan to go a hundred miles and go to Sangguo to buy vegetables?" Shrugged his shoulders helplessly, the terrain here had already been seen when he came, a ruined city, there was almost no hope for development, and he completely needed the help of external resources.

It's good that it doesn't become a burden here, but if you want to develop, it's a complete fool's dream.

Have you ever seen the development of the frontier into a capital, let alone the capital, even if it is an ordinary town, it is impossible!

The perennial war has already determined the development trend here, unless the Sang Kingdom and the Yun Kingdom never go to war again, this place can still develop.

The corners of his mouth rose upward, and Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why don't we make a bet and see if I can develop my hotel?"

......Zheng Zixu only felt a chill all over his body, and goosebumps rose all over the body, every time he bet with the wind and song, he only had to lose, and now he is still coming, obviously jumping into the trap!

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Zheng Zixu hurriedly pulled out the long picture scroll from behind him, and said differently: "I have good news for you here, come and see, this is a cooking competition held in Sang Guo three months later." ”

Tearing off another notice on the scroll, Zheng Zixu frowned and said: "This is the news that my caravan brought back when it passed through Sang Kingdom, on May 5, there will be a cooking competition." Anyone who wins the first place in cooking will be rewarded!"

"Oh?" glanced at the notice above, Feng Qingge was a little speechless, this was clicked, it was nothing more than that the emperor wanted to eat well, the taste in the palace did not meet his, and the chef was recruited outside, and the first place had the qualification to enter the palace. For those ordinary chefs, this is an opportunity for a promotion and a raise, but for Feng Qingge, there is no need to participate in such a competition, it is just a waste of her time.

However, Zheng Zixu shook his hand and said with a wicked smile: "If you don't go, then it's a big mistake." The reward that Sang Guo took out this time is something that many chefs dream of. Even in the Chaoyang Sect, some new star chefs will also participate. Wide-eyed to see the reward for the first place!"

Quickly raise the scroll, and the scroll unfolds.

The pupils suddenly constricted, and the chopsticks in the wind singer snapped suddenly. Even Zhao Feng's gaze couldn't help but fall on Feng Qingge's waist.

The third Xuanji knife was perfectly presented on the paper, although it was only a few strokes, but how could she forget the appearance of the handle and the blade? The body of the knife is blood-red, and there is a flame printed on the body of the knife, and the skeleton at the end is even more soul-stirring. This is clearly her third Xuanji knife, called Tianquan Knife.

The characteristics of the Xuanji Knife were also written down on it, and it was named the Thunderbolt Blade. It can unleash lightning and devour those who wield the sword. The first place winner will receive this device. Weapon forging level, unknown.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com