(Cat flutter Chinese) The words written by Yun Cang are very vigorous and powerful, and between raising his arms and waving them, it seems that they are invisibly carrying the air flow in the air, making his whole person free and elegant at this moment, and the excellent temperament of the Tao is endless.

Yun Cang wrote a poem about the harvest of labor, the poem is also simple and vivid, as soon as Yun Cang's pen fell, Ning Congxuan studied it: "Plant a grain of millet in spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn." There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. Good poetry, good poetry! ”

The others present also studied and praised.

Yun Cang said: "This poem is a poem I once studied by a poet Mr. ”

Ning Congxuan said: "The poem is good, the words are good, this painting is almost perfect, I will refine it again in the future, this painting is worth cherishing for the rest of my life." As he spoke, Ning Congxuan lightly touched the paper with infinite emotion.

The painting is also done, and the poem can also be mentioned, Ning Congxuan waited for the ink to dry again, and then rolled it up, so that his subordinates could solemnly collect it. The villagers had already begun to collect their things and go back, and it was already time for lunch.

Bingyan smiled and said, "I'll show my hand today, how about inviting everyone to dinner?" ”

"That's great." Ding Shuang immediately clapped his hands and cheered, as one of the few people who have eaten Bingyan dishes, no one wants to taste her craftsmanship again, but it is definitely unrealistic to let Bingyan always cook, not to mention the issue of identity, even if Bingyan is really made, where did they come from with such a big face, let a princess cook for them every day and serve them?

What's more, Bingyan usually doesn't have any light time, this kind of opportunity is really not much, but it is precisely because there are few opportunities that it tastes very long, and then eats less or can't eat, which makes people miss that problem more and more.

Ning Yue was also very happy: "Yan'er still remembers this, I, I really want to hypocritically say don't want it, but the roundworms in my stomach have begun to make trouble, so I can only say cheekily, I've been looking forward to it for a long time, just waiting to eat this bite." ”

Ning Yue said that everyone was happy, anyway, they were all their own people, and they really didn't need to pay attention to those vain heads, what was the matter, it was better for them directly.

Bingyan smiled and looked at the dance, and the dancer immediately understood: "After the princess mentioned it to the fifth princess and Mrs. Cheng earlier, she asked the slave maid to prepare the ingredients, the slave maid is ready, I don't know if the princess wants to take a look now, if the face is not fully prepared, the slave maid will prepare again." ”

It's not early now, but it's almost time for lunch, and the villagers present have already left, and now that they have all said it, everyone is a little impatient. Because Bingyan wanted to cook by himself, Yun Cang, Ning Congxuan, Yun Tan, and Cheng Qian were useless.

Bingyan wants to cook, Ning Yue and Ding Shuang are also very excited and take the initiative to ask to follow, Bingyan They brought enough people, they really don't need them to get started, but seeing that the two of them are so interested, Bingyan didn't refuse them.

Ning Yue and Ding Shuang used to be delicate bodies with ten fingers that did not touch the spring water, but it can be said that in the kitchen, they don't know anything, they have to be taught by people, which slows down the progress. Later, the two really didn't want to drag everyone back anymore, so they could only do some of the most ordinary jobs such as picking vegetables and washing vegetables.

The knife for cutting vegetables was made by them with the chef and the cook, and everything was ready, and the last stir-fry was the ice smoke, because there were a lot of people, and the ice smoke was also prepared to leave some for the entourage to eat, so this meal can really be described as a big pot dish.

If it weren't for Bingyan's martial arts, otherwise facing the cauldron of the villagers' homes, and using a long fry, this is really not something that a person can lift, anyway, it is quite hard work.

Seeing this, Ning Yue and Ding Shuang didn't dare to quarrel anymore, they must have made Bingyan so tired, but it was just the greed in their mouths.

The first dish made by ice smoke is called celery chicken, everything is done in the early stage, and there is less and a half of things, and the later stage is some seasoning, and then the hot oil, celery and chicken lamp are put into the pot one after another, but in this process, the two dishes are not put together, and at the same time, the heat of the oil must be mastered.

In fact, this cooking is really my own familiarity, and the familiarity of the mastered guys, the amount of seasonings and other aspects, sometimes a little wrong, may taste very different.

Take the celery chicken dish made by Bingyan now, the chicken is originally delicious, with the celery afternoon, more and more emphasis on the fragrance and freshness of this dish, this dish is just a plate, the fragrance is overflowing, the color dish is bright and moving, it immediately makes the nose with a fascinated taste, want to eat a large piece immediately.

Bingyan was standing in front of the stove at this time, and the surroundings were originally very simple, but she stood up with a jade body, her figure was graceful, the smoke in the stir-fry rose, and the big spoon she was waving like a cloud of water, it seemed that it was inexhaustible in beauty, which made people feel fascinated by it.

Cooking is like a pleasure, and there is no one left.

When Ning Yue and Ding Shuang were the chef and the assistant chef quickly preparing the ingredients, the two of them silently retreated, because when they stayed there, the knives themselves would be very embarrassed.

Originally, the people had already taken it away, but when they went up, there was a kind of painting snake to add to it, as if they were making trouble for others, and they really didn't want to be the ones who dragged their feet anymore.

It's really beautiful and moving, not to mention how it tastes, just looking at this ice smoke stir-fry, you can eat more after this meal.

Ding Shuang said with emotion: "I have only eaten the dishes fried by Yan'er before, and the taste is indeed first-class in terms of both the mate and the stir-fried skills, and it is really hard to forget when I eat, sometimes I eat the same dish, different tastes, and I always put the dish fried with Yan'er in my heart to the first place in my heart, the more I want to eat." But I've never seen Yan'er cooking, and now that I look at it, I regret it a little. ”

Ning Yue also nodded: "Seeing that pot is so heavy, and the smoke has to be turned from time to time, it seems easy to see her make it, but I tried it just now, that pot is very heavy, and I may not be able to move it down alone." ”

When the two said this, they glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, and then looked at Bingyan's eyes, which were even more complicated and distressing...... (. Just love the net) cat flutter Chinese