"Perhaps." Intentionally or unintentionally replied, Bu Jinyu opened the flour in front of him, and with a slight pull of his right hand, a trickle of clear water fell into the flour, he took a deep breath, and had already ignored everything in the outside world, this gift should have been given to you.

A powerful hand suddenly landed on the flour, and he waved a hand, and there were more than a dozen bags of white flour, all of which landed on the board at the same time. His hands moved as he wished, his hands were like lightning, and the afterimage passed by, as if a thousand hands were waving, and the flexible big hands fell, kneading or kneading, and the dough was in his hands, changing as he wanted.

Do you need to put so much stuff in making dough?

The burning stick was a little speechless, in his opinion, these flours are made into steamed buns, and steamed buns don't all have the same taste? Besides, he is now a spirit and cannot eat. Is it feasible to use food to awaken the soul of the wind and song?

......After a long time, Mu Cangyun let go of his clenched hands, the essence in his black eyes flashed, his black figure was like lightning, and the whole person galloped out, pushing out with a strong wind, and slammed towards the cliff in front of him.

"Boom!" In the thick fog, the small thing flashed quickly, slipped away from Mu Cangyun's fingers, and shot into another place.

Tied to the rattan and falling back to the same place, Mu Cangyun said coldly: "It is a three-eyed phantom butterfly, a three-star spirit beast, capable of creating illusions." It's just that this thing is too cunning to lure it out. However, it is greedy and fun, the cattle and sheep sacrificed by the herdsmen of Sang Country are estimated to have entered its stomach, and no one sacrifices in winter, and there is a shortage of food, so it will tempt people with illusions and devour the human body. But...... It forced out the girl's human soul this time, and it didn't move, maybe because of the thunder and lightning in this layer. ”

"That's what it was." The burning stick knew in his heart, and said coldly: "The three-eyed phantom butterfly dares to do it in front of me, if there is an entity, I will destroy its clan!" ”

Mu Cangyun smiled coldly and explained: "You don't need to do it, the number of three-eyed phantom butterflies born is already very small, and there are few cubs that have survived for tens of thousands of years, and it is already rare to be able to meet one here." This thing likes psychic attacks, but it's pitifully weak, and there's nothing but speed. After it comes out for a while, you and I work together to make it nowhere to hide! ”

"Why should I listen to you?" Raising his eyebrows, the burning stick was a little impatient, but for the sake of the future, he had a cold face and muttered, "Don't take it as an example." ”

"Bump!" The movement in his hand sank, and the kneaded dough trembled in Bu Jinyu's hand, and the cold light in his eyes exploded, he stood coldly, looking at the dough in front of him, his eyes seemed to see through the dough, and his mental power was highly concentrated.

At the next moment, the pair of slender hands, under the flying of ten fingers, small butterflies appeared in his hands, even Mu Cangyun didn't see his movements clearly, skillful movements, his hands were gently closed, and vivid butterflies appeared.

The knife in his right hand flew over, and at the moment when he pinched it, the patterns on the butterfly's body and the slightly trembling tentacles were all outlined at this moment. If Feng Qingge is sober, he is also praised by Bu Jinyu's cooking skills.

This kind of hard work alone can't be done in ten years. Even if she is good at knife carving, she can't carve such a perfect butterfly. That one-shot action is completely casual, and it can't be done with strong sword skills.

At the same time, the little thing hidden in the dark poked its head out, blinked its eyes, and looked at the delicacies made, and it couldn't help muttering, and its little feet were tightly attached to the rattan, revealing a sad expression.

The steamer fell quickly, the seasoning in his hand fell into the plate, Bu Jinyu lowered his head and said nothing, but his right hand was placed under the steamer, and he gently opened his palm, and a wisp of crimson flame burst out, replacing the firewood with a natal flame to cook.

"Natal Flame!" Twilight Cangyun's eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook upward, a good step Jinyu, using his own natal flame to cook, it was really luxurious.

Turning his head to look at the figure in front of him, Mu Cangyun sat indifferently on the cold stone, he was not afraid of the thunder and lightning in front of him, his hands were wrapped in star power, pressed on the thunder and lightning.

"Girl, can't you see me? Is there really no me in your world? In a low voice, with a hint of lamentation, in the depths of his dark eyes, a trace of strange light that was difficult to find with the naked eye flickered, Mu Cangyun couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and said in a low voice: "I believe in you, and I won't arrange people to be by your side anymore." Can you hear me, girl......"

"Heh......" laughed self-deprecatingly, and the soul of the seated person finally moved. Stiffly lowered his head, looking at his arms like a treasure, his hands in a strange arc, wrapped around the thing in his arms, and raised his hands, as if he was discarding something.

She staggered to her feet, like a walking corpse, and was about to leave.

"Oh no, stop her!" Mu Cangyun's face sank, and he stretched out his hands to stop Feng Qingge. The star power in her hand exploded, and under her thunder and lightning, the two star forces collided with each other, and the surroundings trembled violently.

The person who got up seemed to be disturbed by this movement, and his helpless eyes looked towards Bu Jinyu, and the focus in his dark eyes refocused, attracted by the ingredients that were on the table.

"Why do you get into cooking, why do you learn?"

Airplanes......

With a buzz in his head, Feng Qingge stood, his slender fingers grabbing forward, holding the ball of flour in his hand.

"The dough made by the fusion of thirteen kinds of flour, which contains the hard flour of the north, is dry and rainless all year round, and the wheat is rooted in the soil and is very chewy when eaten. There is also a mixture of southern flour, the wind and rain are smooth, the flour is soft, but the chewiness is insufficient. There is also a soft flour blend at the intersection of the two sides, mixed with other mixed noodles, the hardness is medium to high, easy to carve, and there are mixed noodles, which will not be too hard to eat, but will be more fresh and delicious. A shallow voice came out of her mouth, completely attracted by the dough, unaware of her surroundings.

Slowly pulling up the shirt on her arm, her white little hand into the flour, she was pensive.

It's just these words, but Jin Yu trembled all over. Ordinary pastry chefs don't take these things into account at all, and will only use the same kind of flour to make steamed buns or buns, and some of them are delicious, but they have worked the strength of the pastry to make the noodles more tough, chewy and sweet.

But for a true pastry chef, in addition to yeast, the choice of pastry is also very important. Feng Qingge just kneaded the dough and knew what he was using, how could this not give in Jin Yu surprised. It's just that in the next scene, his eyes are about to fall to the ground, which is unforgettable for him for the rest of his life!

The weak and boneless little hand suddenly opened, and the ten fingers suddenly exerted force, and the whole board trembled, and at the moment when she lifted the dough, she only heard a "poof", and the cutting board made of wood disintegrated and turned into ashes at that moment!

Bu Jinyu's face was even more difficult to see, how strong does it take to press his cutting board like this without star power?

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