Pu Zheng snorted coldly, weighed the heavy seven weapons in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Go, kid, come with me and send something to her." A good chef doesn't even have a kitchen knife, how can he compare. ”

"It's a little late...... "Heavy gasps and breaths sounded, and all eyes shifted.

The black figure was even more thin and slender in the sun, and her smooth little face was already covered with dust, like a little wild cat that had just rolled around. She took off her coat, wrapped herself in the ingredients she was looking for, ignored everyone's gaze, and returned to her stove.

There is still half an hour, what can be done?

Putting down the coat, Feng Qingge carefully untied it, but saw that the clothes were wrapped in white powder.

The cold light in front of the "flour ......" flashed, Xiao Xu stared at the things on the wind light song board, and the pair of sword eyebrows suddenly rose, she could actually find flour in a poor area! No, there's no such thing in a place like that, how can she ......

His eyes fell on Feng Qingge's red fingers, Xiao Xu's face changed again, did he find wheat and grind it into flour by himself? The wind is light and singing, which is a little interesting.

However, the wind light song is relatively depressing. No way, who called her a magical alchemist. I found what flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and swam in the water, and finally found that the most important flour was missing. In desperation, she could only ask for the fire stick.

As a result, this uncle threw out the great flour seeds, wheat, and asked her to refine the Jiuqu Dan that ripened wheat, and used the thirteen-star magic core as nourishment, planting wheat, harvesting wheat, and finally polishing it.

She spends the most time, but she is the most prepared.

"Bang la la......" bit open the kettle in his hand, and integrated the water made by the thirteen-star magic core into the flour, Feng Qingge gently led his hands, and after feeling the suction between the flours, he smiled softly.

Subconsciously, the pair of sensitive little hands turned open, rotating in the two directions of yin and yang, and with a slight flick of the right hand, the pattern of Tai Chi appeared on the board.

"The Emperor's Eighteen Swords, the Nine Hands of Purgatory...... Scold...... Master, your apprentice is really embarrassing to you, and he has never realized the last move. With a self-deprecating smile, Feng Qingge lowered his head, and his slender little hand moved suddenly like lightning.

The palm of her hand flew open like lightning, and the movement that was difficult to see with the naked eye unfolded, and with a heavy hand, the whole dough trembled violently, and jumped up with her movements. On the dough, the sturdy palm prints appeared.

"The first of the nine heavy hands of purgatory, the gossip palm...... One palm, two palms, four palms, sixteen palms......" dazzling movements were displayed, the strange figure seemed to be a ghost, it had arrived in the blink of an eye, the flying dough was tumbling in the air, her hands fell accurately, hitting all corners of the dough. Before the deformed dough could change, it was hit by a fist, constantly crushing and deforming.

"Thirty-two palms, forty-eight palms, sixty-four palms!" A deep voice erupted, and a wonderful figure fluttered on the edge of the stove, and the dexterous little hand fell, and the whole dough fell on the board with a clatter, and became extremely soft.

Xiao Xu's face darkened, this palm technique was something he had never seen before, and it could be used to hit flour. The flour used to make steamed bread is naturally tougher, and the flour of the wind is so soft at this moment, it is definitely not a bun or steamed bun, such flour is only suitable for making siu mai!

Flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, how is she going to do it? That taste, if you are not careful, it will be crossed, and everything you make is a failure!

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Feng Qingge straightened his breathing, reached out and pressed on the flour, his left hand gently pinched and loosened, and his right hand quickly pressed on the small dough, and the moment he threw it out, the perfect round thin crust appeared on the board.

Not big, not small, not thin or thick, each thin skin is exactly the same, perfect.

"This, how can it be so finely ......" The cold sweat on his forehead kept falling, and Xiao Xu couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Nowadays, when chess meets opponents, it is completely impossible to determine who will lose and who will win. The wind is light and singing, you can't see it, you still have two brushes!

"Okay, it's amazing......" Mo Yang was completely dumbfounded, although he had learned cooking skills with Feng Qingge, he had not yet reached the point of this kind of worship. Even when she fought with the people of the Silver Star Moon Pavilion, she didn't show her true level.

Dozens of thin skins had been made in a few breaths, and Feng Qingge spread out his coat, and the wrapped thing was also presented in front of everyone's eyes.

"Poof, hahaha......" King Sang's laughter echoed, staring at the contents of the wind song package, his fat belly trembling with laughter.

Those tattered little bowls, I don't know where they came from, contained some unknown liquid mixed together, and they looked extremely disgusting. If Feng Qingge made this thing, then he would definitely not take a bite.

"What is this, can you eat it? I said, do you want to play or not, don't want to play, just abstain now. Wiener stifled a laugh and laughed mockingly.

Even Xiao Xu broke the gong at this moment, swept the contents of Feng Qingge's bowl, and grinned: "It turned out to be some eggs, shouldn't you use this to embarrass people?" ”

"I said you can close your chrysanthemums and flowers, and don't interfere with my cooking?" Feng Qingge laughed coldly, it seemed that if Xiao Xu shut up, it also made the faces of King Sang and Wiener darken, if it wasn't the time of the game, Feng Qingge would have been taken down a long time ago.

Stirring the contents of the bowl, Feng Qingge frowned, the wind and sand in it were too big, and the eggs she collected were already covered with dust, and if it went on like this, it would definitely not work. As soon as you take a bite, you will be spit out immediately.

You need to use something to get the sand and dust out of it. But......

"Uncle, can you think of a way?" Grabbing his head, Feng Qingge said depressedly.

And the resting burning stick almost didn't think about it: "Just filter out the sand and dust inside." ”

"What you said is good, I'll go find something filtered, I'll ......" The light in front of her flashed, and Feng Qingge was slightly stunned, yes, how did she forget this trick. Yes, it works.

"Uncle, I know that you are well-informed, and you usually like to read and read when you have nothing to do, my acceptance rings have been confiscated, and only the Xuanji knife is placed in the Qiankun ring, can you lend me a book?" Feng Qingge reached out and put it in his arms and made a fumbling motion.

The burning stick uncle rolled his eyes and muttered, "Rory, okay, lend it to you, don't bother me." ”

"Uncle Xie, you have a lot of rest." With joy in his heart, Feng Qingge touched the extra book in his arms, hooked the corners of his mouth upward, and confidently took out the book.

This scene shocked Wiener, she has never liked to read and write, and now she saw Feng Qingge carrying books with her, and said a little unconvinced: "Yo, you still have books, do you think you are entering the examination room for the exam, do you still want to read books temporarily?" ”

This article is from the book king novel