Don't worry, let her, the peerless magic cook, slowly teach them how to eat these things.

The kitchen knife in the hand of the "Titicaca...... jumped, and Feng Qingge directly pried open the shell of the turtle, and the violent knife technique made several people even more frightened. The poor little turtle, under such a violent knife technique, only the body remained.

A few traces of silver light flashed, and Feng Qingge gently pressed the turtle in his hand, and the kitchen knife in his hand passed back and forth on the turtle's back a few times, but he didn't touch the turtle at all. At the moment when Zheng Zixu was puzzled, Feng Qingge stretched out his fingers and gently clamped it, and the skeleton had been taken out.

"Plug-in, plug-in!" screaming, Zheng Zixu couldn't wait to hit himself with tofu.

Feng Qingge was too lazy to care so much, set up the steamer, stuffed the turtle in his hand into the snow strange fruit, and stuffed the flesh of the snow strange fruit into it together. Without waiting for everyone to reflect, she put the condiments in her hand, nodded with satisfaction and said, "OK, continue to add firewood." ”

"......" is gone?

Until it was completed, Zheng Zixu didn't reflect it, stiffened his neck and looked at the things in front of him, and for a while, he really wanted to cry.

"Do you know everything?" Washing his hands, Feng Qingge smiled indifferently.

Bu Jinyu was a little puzzled, and said as if he didn't understand: "I understand, but I don't understand." ”

"Let's go, I'll tell you why in a moment." Let Ying Lingfei hold it, and the wind sings lightly and pushes Mu Cangyun towards the room inside.

And Bu Jinyu also reflected at this moment, wait, just now, it seems that Mu Cangyun has always been burning firewood, and His Royal Highness King Cen is actually helping to burn the fire!

"Eh, sister Tangyuan, I got it wrong, it's rice, rice!" Watching Feng Qingge pick up the bowl of soup, Zheng Zixu hurriedly scolded.

Who doesn't know that it's drinking soup after dinner, what is this tangyuan sister doing, making soup and porridge, how do people eat?

The faint fragrance echoed in the room, and Feng Qingge looked at the old man on the bed and said softly, "Grandma, get up and eat." ”

"The generation is wrong, you and Bu Jinyu are the same generation, you should be called aunt." almost knocked down on the gate, Zheng Zixu leaned on the pillar helplessly, looking at Feng Qingge with a depressed face.

With a glance at the corner of his mouth, Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows and said, "Stand in the corner of the wall and learn to bark." ”

"This is my adoptive mother, who is seventy years old, and she can be called grandma." Bu Jinyu said indifferently.

Foster mother?

Feng Qingge didn't say much, and gave in Jin Yu to help the old man in front of her, she took the spoon and gently opened the bowl in front of her, and the light fragrance emanated from it, filled with a trace of sweet and sour smell. She didn't rush to feed the old man until the smell dissipated, and then she said indifferently: "Okay." ”

"It's really a panacea for your stuff, just say yes." Zheng Zixu helplessly hugged the pillar and dismantled the platform.

Weakly opened his eyes, the old man's face was a little pale, looking at the strange person in front of him, but he didn't know who it was. Dizzy, she only smelled the taste in front of her until the red soup was sent into her mouth, and she swallowed it gently.

At that moment, she licked her lips and subconsciously shouted, "Eat, eat......"

"Slow down." The corners of her mouth hooked upward, Feng Qingge fed the soup in her hand into the old man's mouth, and after drinking this bowl of soup, the old man had a little strength, as if she felt the hunger in her stomach, she looked around and opened her mouth slightly.

Before she could speak, Feng Qingge had already scooped up the rice porridge and put it into her mouth.

Gulping down the rice in front of him, the old man kept swallowing, never having been so crazy.

Even Bu Jinyu was stunned, he had tried countless ways to let his mother eat, but no matter what, he couldn't get her to eat. But now, what did he see? With only those strange wild fruits, the people in front of them have a great appetite.

He admitted that some of the green vegetables put in the pot when they were about to start the pot released a fragrant smell, like a snake finishing touch, adding color to the rice porridge, but it was not so crazy that his mother was so crazy, and she ate the whole bowl of rice porridge.

It seemed that he had eaten enough, the old man waved his hand, leaned on the head of the bed and rested for a while, before he opened his cloudy eyes, looked at Feng Qingge with some surprise, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, who are you, how can this thing be so delicious?" ”

"Take a break and one last dish, and after eating, you'll be much better after a night's rest." Feng Qingge chuckled softly.

However, Zheng Zixu was quick-eyed, and hurriedly reached out to grab the last snow qiguo, he didn't believe that this last dish had such an artifact, and it would let this old woman eat it. It's just that he was anxious, and he didn't see a sly glint in Feng Qingge's eyes.

At the moment when Zheng Zixu pounced, Feng Qingge's little feet stepped forward, stretched out his feet and hooked towards Zheng Zixu.

Poor Zheng Zixu didn't realize that he was calculated at all, and the figure that swooped out was like a wild monkey out of orbit, in a hurry, Zheng Zixu grabbed Ying Lingfei's clothes with one hand, not wanting to fall so badly.

And under this pull, Ying Lingfei's whole body leaned over, crashed into the wheelchair and fell to the side.

Mu Cangyun's face sank, and when he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by the soft and boneless little hand, and with a slight pull, the wheelchair that was about to roll out fell to the ground, and Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"Nope." Subconsciously holding the little hand, Mu Cangyun's heart moved, and with sharp eyes, he quickly glanced at Feng Qingge's round cheeks, and there was a subtle connection between the neck and the face.

"It's over!" Zheng Zixu, who fell to the ground, secretly said that it was not good, and watched the snow qiguo that flew out fall to the ground, he didn't expect that he was just curious to see what was in it, but he didn't expect to knock this last meal to the ground.

But you can't eat any meat in it anyway, right? Thinking of the flesh that Feng Qingge pulled out, and the way he pinched out the bones, goosebumps all over his body rose, and that thing must not be eaten!

"I don't know how you run a business." Reaching out and patting Zheng Zixu's buttocks, Feng Qingge picked up the snow fruit on the ground, and said with a smile: "But the time is just right, grandma, this flower is rich and rich, it is today's third dish, please enjoy." ”

"This ......" The old man was slightly stunned, looking at the thing in front of her, she knew this snow strange fruit, it must be cooked before it can be eaten, and now, how to eat this thing? Even the skin is stuck to it, no matter how you look at it, can you eat it?

Smiling indifferently, Feng Qingge reached out and grabbed the head he had just cut off, and said with a smile: "I think, you will like it." ”

"Wow!" The continuous peel flew out, and the crystal snow fruit was revealed, and after being steamed, the white skin inside was even more translucent. And with the peel of the fruit, starting from the top of the snow fruit, the white skin that floats down like a blooming flower.

The transparent white skin, like sharpened bamboo shoots, falls layer by layer on the plate, and in the end, it forms a petal stacked from the bottom to the top, and the sharp part above is slightly shaken, and then, as if it has cracked, a silver light is dazzling.

The whole bamboo shoot seems to crack open, from top to bottom, turning into powder and falling. In the last third, it stops automatically. Form a lotus throne in general.

Such a wonderful scene, even Bu Jinyu was stunned. As a chef, how could he not know what Feng Qingge had done with this ingredient. It's just that Feng Qingge's movements are too fast, it seems to be a knife, but in fact, more than a dozen knives have been moved, this carving, I'm afraid it was already completed when she peeled the skin!

This book was first published in Reading Books