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 persimmon 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 at the persimmon underneath!" ”

Persimmon underneath?

Half-squinting, Pu Zheng deliberately went to look at the persimmon, but the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, and 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, such a technique he could not do no matter what.

Not only that, Feng Xiaoxiao can only do this, if anyone knows, they will definitely be surprised, this is Feng Xiaoxiao's famous stunt as a magic chef, air control, the third heavy hand in the purgatory nine-fold hand, with ingenious methods to control the 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. Wiener was even more exaggerated, and she didn't know if she was intentional or unintentional, her steps staggered, and with an ouch, she fell straight into Murong Chuge's arms.

Murong Chuge, who was staring intently at Feng Xiaoxiao, didn't take Wiener in his eyes at all. At the beginning, Feng Qing'er, whose face was above Wiener, was still complained about as a pheasant by Murong Chuge. Murong Chuge, who was sitting upright, didn't pay attention to Wiener at all, almost subconsciously reacted, and kicked out with his left foot violently forward.

Wiener, who had just turned upside down, rolled on the ground a few times like a ball, wailing.

"What are you, get out of the way." Glancing at Wiener, Murong Chuge said coldly.

Wiener was even more annoyed, gritted his teeth and said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I am the concubine of His Royal Highness King Cen Gangna, the princess of Sang Kingdom, Wiener!" ”

Even if Murong Chuge doesn't give her face, for the sake of her being the princess of Sang Kingdom, he won't give her a step.

However, Murong Chuge didn't eat this set, his sword eyebrows raised, and he said coldly: "Sang Guo? Hmph, a mere princess of Sang Kingdom, dare to shout with His Royal Highness. You are a princess in Mulberry country, and you have to shut up even if you are a chicken and a dog here! Sang Kingdom, hmph, it's been too peaceful lately, it seems that His Royal Highness should tell his father that the territory of this Cloud Country should also be expanded. ”

"Your Highness, I'm ......" Wei Na's face changed, isn't the meaning of Murong Chuge's words like annexing the Sang Kingdom? Now she knocked out her teeth and swallowed it into her stomach, and she couldn't say it because of her bitterness. I only blame myself for deserving it, and I have nothing to do to provoke this god.

"Brush!" In the silver light, the small hand held the delicate ghost knife, and with a slight flip of the wrist, it naturally fell towards the persimmon.

A knife.

"Bump!" The whole cutting board trembled, but it was directly divided into two pieces, and then looked at the persimmon, there was no change.

"Poof" The guards who squeezed their heads laughed even more, this knife is probably crooked.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoxiao didn't notice the movement outside the door at all, and looked at the persimmon wholeheartedly, she pressed the top of the persimmon with her left hand and poked it gently. The persimmon skin, which is crumpled together like a chrysanthemum on the outside, is like a dancer's folding skirt, flying up layer by layer, like waves in the river, tumbling out.

And under this tumbling, the persimmon juice inside was carried by the peel and flew out directly. Feng Xiaoxiao was not idle, and took the fruit plate on the side in his hand, and the juice in it fell into Feng Xiaoxiao's plate as if it had eyes.

When all the peels fell off, and the flesh of the persimmon had all fallen into the plate, Feng Xiaoxiao took out a small bottle, poured some purple liquid into it, and put it directly on Murong Chuge's table without thinking about it.

"Please use dessert ......" subconsciously, Feng Xiaoxiao's words blurted out.

Fortunately, Murong Chuge stared at the things in front of him and ignored Feng Xiaoxiao. For a while, he didn't see anything good about this thing at all. Can you eat such a thing?

"It's the same shit, you did it?" Murong Chuge almost didn't lift the table.

Feng Xiaoxiao smiled indifferently, brushed his sleeves and said: "When the summer is coming to an end, most of them are mainly sultry, His Royal Highness has traveled a long way to Cen City, and his appetite is not good. ”

"The sun is rising? Hahaha, what is this, I saw something like poop, what's so strange! Wiener sneered on the side, such a thing dares to be served for His Highness to taste, Feng Xiaoxiao's courage is also big enough.

Without paying attention to Wiener on the side, Feng Xiaoxiao laughed softly: "Your Highness, don't worry, this thing needs to be presented slowly." Please see ......"

As if the onion-like fingers brushed the dessert in front of him, Feng Xiaoxiao explained: "The sun rises in the east, just like the dragon that is about to go to sea, if it doesn't move, it will change drastically. Please appreciate this rising sun. ”

......As if something had cracked, the juice that had been mixed together suddenly trembled, and then, the cracks visible to the naked eye cracked like spider webs in all directions, like budding flower bones, and the outer layer of ice turned into stars in an instant, exploding in that plate.

A cool feeling came to the face, driving away the heat around him, as if he had turned on the air conditioner, calming down the irritable heart. In this cool breeze, there is an enticing sweetness that tempts my stomach.

The cracked layer has long since disappeared, and the ice inside is constantly exploding, as if playing music, and the ice chips in the plate support the small piece of ice, constantly rising, and the fiery red color is like the rising sun. The temperature in the room was dropping, and it seemed to be a little cold.

And the ice layer completely broke open, and the circular sphere inside appeared, standing quietly on the ice and snow, and the air around it suddenly turned around and began to rise, warm, like a spring breeze in March, refreshing people's hearts.

I have to say that Feng Xiaoxiao's creativity surprised Murong Chuge for a while, but he still didn't have any appetite for the round thing, but all his anger was extinguished, and he didn't get angry at this moment.

This novel is from Reading Rim