The bright red flames devoured the dry wood and straw, and then licked the dark bottom of the pot upwards and slowly heated the iron pot.

Huo Ying stretched out her plain white hand expressionlessly, put it on the surface of the iron pot and felt the residual heat of the scorching iron pot.

Xue Ling looked at Huo Ying and couldn't help but say, "Actually, I can cook." ”

Huo Ying glanced sideways at Xue Ling, then shook her head quietly.

She stretched out her hand to lift the iron pot, and then took out a solidified lard from the jar, and put it on the already heated iron pot, and instantly made a sizzling sound, the lard melted quickly on the iron pot, and finally turned into a puddle of golden grease, which burst slightly in the iron pot, Huo Ying then reached out and scooped out a small spoonful of snow-white eyesight from another jar, and after scattering it into the pot to let the oil and salt mix fully, she picked up another egg, and touched it lightly on the edge of the iron pot, and a whole egg fell into the pot and mixed with the grease, In an instant, the whole room was filled with an enticing scent.

Xue Ling looked at Huo Ying and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Of course, Xue Ling was not swallowing at Huo Ying, but at the golden and attractive egg that was fried in the pot.

You know, when I got up this morning, I didn't even eat anything, so I went to fight first.

Even if it is said that there is no real fight, but even if it is a bluff, it is a waste of time and energy.

Huo Ying didn't look at Xue Ling, she just continued to fry the egg in front of her, and when the bottom of the omelette was almost solidified, Huo Ying reached out and took out a small cup of water, poured it into the pot accurately, and then covered the pot, and instantly the hot iron pot touched the water, and the snow-white water vapor instantly overflowed from the iron pot, and then bubbled out along the gap in the lid.

Huo Ying put the pot on the fire that was no longer so hot, watching the water vapor churning in the pot, the expression on her face was still meticulous.

Obviously, she was only frying a few eggs in such humble conditions, but it felt like she was cooking some kind of delicious food in the world.

Without him, it was just because of Huo Ying's seriousness and delicacy.

And Xue Ling looked at the steaming pot, and also had some understanding in his heart - the fried egg made by Huo Ying did not simply rely on frying, but more on the temperature of water vapor, simply put, the lower layer of the egg relied on the iron pot, and the upper layer was steamed out of water steam.

The omelette that came out of this way - when Xue Ling was imagining, Huo Ying had already opened the lid of the pot, and then shoveled out the final product with a spatula, only to see that the yellow and white were distinct, and the round egg yolk was among the snow-white egg whites, like the sun that had just emerged from the clouds in the morning.

All right. Xue Ling sighed.

Although Xue Ling felt that she had been the cook of the Xiao Soul Inn for a few months, Xue Ling felt that she had lost in terms of fried eggs.

And Huo Ying opened a paper bag, which was snow-white steamed buns, steaming hot, and looked very soft - although I don't know where Huo Ying got the steamed buns, but since Huo Ying got it, then he can only accept it.

In short, Huo Ying shaved the steamed bun with a knife, smeared it with bright red hot sauce, then a few tender green leaves, and a small piece of sausage that had been fried, and finally put the previously fried egg in it, and then closed the steamed bun.

Huo Ying took the steamed bun and handed it to Xue Ling, but the girl's plain white face still didn't have any expression: "Give." ”

"What is this?" Xue Ling looked at this steamed bun, although she really wanted to taste the taste of this sandwich steamed bun, but before eating, it was best to understand what it was.

"Breakfast." Huo Ying seemed to be even more cherished by words.

Xue Ling had no choice but to take the steamed bun with both hands, the tentacles felt soft and even a little warm, and when pressed hard, you could see the golden grease slowly overflowing from the edge of the steamed bun.

When you bite into it, the softness of the steamed buns, the refreshing taste of the spicy sauce, the crispness of the green vegetables, and the sweet and glutinous taste of the soft-boiled eggs, combined with the umami and chewiness of the sausage, the layers of taste between different ingredients are clearly spread out in the mouth, just like a painting.

After this bite, Xue Ling understood why Huo Ying was cooking almost like a work of art.

Because perhaps in Huo Ying's mind, all food should be cooked and carved like a work of art.

Even if it's the simplest of ingredients.

"Delicious!" Xue Ling couldn't help but praise.

But Huo Ying didn't look at Xue Ling: "This is what someone else taught me." ”

With that, she continued to take out the second egg and continued to concoct it.

"Who?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask, "Fan Yixian?" ”

"It's not." Huo Ying quietly cooked the food in front of her, and said quietly: "It's not someone you know." ”

"Okay." Xue Ling could only nod and solve the big steamed bun in his hand by the way.

Even if it's a simple white steamed bun, as long as it's fluffy, it's delicious, and now with the hot sauce and vegetables, as well as the delicious soft-boiled eggs and sausages, the overall deliciousness has completely risen several steps.

Because the combination of these ingredients is not a simple addition, but a feeling close to multiplication.

And when Xue Ling finished solving his steamed buns, Huo Ying had already made the remaining three sandwich steamed buns, which were Sheng Junqian, Jiang Liuer and his own breakfast.

Just like Huo Ying said before.

She made breakfast.

"Can you make me another one?" Xue Ling couldn't help but say.

Because it was really delicious, and she saw that Huo Ying still had leftover ingredients.

"Okay." Huo Ying nodded.

……

……

The breakfast of this day is arranged by these sandwich steamed buns, not to mention Jiang Liuer, even Sheng Junqian, who has almost tasted the delicacies of the mountains and seas, is also full of praise for this steamed bun.

And when she had filled her stomach after breakfast, Xue Ling looked at Huo Ying, the girl in white still had a faint expression.

"Now, can you tell us what all this is all about?"

At this time, the four of them were sitting together, Huo Ying looked at Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian, thought for a while, and nodded: "Okay." ”

Huo Ying said this, her eyes looking into the distance.

"Qingyun Dao and the wine monk are here for a prescription in my hand."

"This prescription uses a variety of precious herbs, including Tian Bulao, and has to go through special processing and boiling methods, and the final product can not only treat many complex diseases and injuries."

"The most important thing is that it can help martial arts practitioners break through bottlenecks and look forward to a higher level of martial arts."

Huo Ying said these words from his white lips, Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian had basically expected this.

Because they have already learned about this from various sources.

"And what is this prescription called?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

Huo Ying looked at Xue Ling.

The face is expressionless.

"Pure glazed square."