No matter how good time management is, it's always very good.

Although it is said that one of these two things is boiled for half an hour and the other is marinated for half an hour, if there are two pots, then it really only takes half an hour.

And Fang Bei's command continued.

Fang Bei gave full play to the demeanor of being able to beep and never do anything.

"Boil the water, put the duck blood, and wait for the duck blood to boil and take it out."

Xue Ling is actually a little in a hurry, but fortunately, her full martial arts literacy supports her actions, and it can only be said that everyone who is a chef probably has the talent to practice martial arts.

"And then?" Xue Ling watched the dark red duck blood gradually become a little bright red and translucent after boiling, flying up and down, and then spoke.

"Boiled vermicelli." Don't spare words like gold.

"How do you cook it?" Xue Ling asked.

The girl has become Fang Bei's tool man, even if Fang Bei really only talks and doesn't move, but Xue Ling is undoubtedly a good marionette.

"Cook in a pot." Fang Bei said with a straight face.

Xue Ling glared back at Fang Bei with some resentment.

"Take another pot of boiling water, put the vermicelli in it and boil it until soft, did you soak it? Oh, soaked it, that's good. Fang Bei raised his eyes and looked at the vermicelli, because the dry goods of vermicelli need to be soaked before use, otherwise it will be a nightmare to cook.

Then now there are already three pots in front of Xue Ling.

One is stewed on a duck rack, one is boiled duck offal, and another is boiled with duck blood that has been fished out and put in a bowl for later use, and is now boiling vermicelli.

For a while, the heat was blazing, but it was not a hurry, after all, those small fires were really boiling for the time being.

"And then?" Xue Ling asked.

"The duck rack is almost ready." Fang Bei said.

"So what to do?" Xue Ling asked.

The girl followed suit.

"Abandon the soup and eat the duck rack, it tastes very good." Fang Bei said seriously.

"What a liar!" Xue Ling was so angry.

The duck frame was bare, with almost no meat left, because what to say. Duck blood vermicelli soup is generally used to make leftover products after roast duck, just like when eating roast duck, others will never say that they will drag the whole duck over and slice it themselves, so the duck rack left over from the duck meat is really bare.

And the other products used in duck blood vermicelli soup, duck blood, duck heart, duck liver, duck intestines, which one is not a child's family, and which one is not white sideburns?

It's skewered again.

In short, just like Yanjing's stew, this duck blood vermicelli soup in Jinling, Xue Ling can see it, and it is also made from the use of duck offal waste that is not usually eaten, and he can see whether it is delicious or not.

"Where am I deceiving ghosts, I'm just deceiving people." Fang Bei looked at Xue Ling and smiled: "So it's still a little self-conscious." ”

"Anyway, throw the duck rack away or put it aside, it's useless."

"Take the soup out and put it in a bowl."

"How many bowls?" Xue Ling continued to ask.

"I can put a few bowls, a few bowls." Fang Bei said with a smile.

As it turned out, it was thirteen bowls.

"Duck blood." Xue Ling put duck blood.

"Put fans." Xue Ling put fans.

"Put coriander, minced ginger, chopped green onions, salt, white pepper, sesame oil, and chili oil." Xue Ling didn't want to let it go, but did it anyway.

Finally, add the sliced and marinated duck offal.

Stir gently with chopsticks.

"Alright. Succeed with flying colors. Fang Bei said.

"That's it?" Xue Ling couldn't help but speak.

That's it?

Do you think it's troublesome?

It's as if the person who was scrambling just now wasn't himself.

"Yes, that's it." Fang Bei gently knocked Xue Ling's head.

"It's going to get stupid!" Xue Ling covered his head, although he didn't hold his head and squat, but he still glared at Fang Bei.

After all, it's not very smart.

"Then it's better to be stupid than to be stupid."

Fang Bei said this, then turned around and shouted, "It's time to eat." ”

At this time, a red sun had just appeared in the sky.

It can only be said that Xue Ling really got up very early.

……

……

"This soup tastes so good, can I have another bowl?" Shang Jiu Ge said meaningfully, the girl's status as a foodie is actually unshakable.

Although it is said that Shang Jiuge usually cooks and eats by herself, if someone eats together and someone gives her food, the girl is really disrespectful.

For example, every time he gathers at a dinner party, Jiuge eats as much as a normal man, but he is not fat like this, maybe this is the specialty of a kendo girl.

Duck blood vermicelli soup is generally used with soup dumplings, of course, no one says that it should be paired with a versatile food such as fritters, but Bianliang has sufficient experience and technology in making soup dumplings, so now everyone is in front of a cage of soup dumplings.

Shang Jiuge had already eaten a cage of soup dumplings, and now he was about to eat another bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup.

"So lively?" A female voice came from the room, smiling coldly.

Everyone looked at each other at the same time, who is it if it's not Sister Ping?

As Fang Bei said before, Sister Ping has been practicing in the house, so she didn't call her to make breakfast, if Sister Ping didn't come out, maybe Sister Ping wouldn't have lunch either.

After all, with Sister Ping's current strength, Wanbigu may not be able to do it, but not eating or drinking for seven or eight days is not a difficult thing for Sister Ping.

However, when Sister Ping, who came over at this time, looked at the eyes of Fang Beishang Jiuge and the others, she felt that she had a certain kind of temperament, if she really wanted to say it, she couldn't say it, but she really still had it.

"Done?" Fang Bei didn't say any greetings, and asked directly.

The so-called practice, of course, refers to the purple pole celestial phenomenon.

He Ping began to cultivate from the time he got the Purple Pole Celestial Phenomenon, because Fang Bei was mainly adjusted for He Ping, so the progress was fast, but even so, Fang Bei was not satisfied, and found a jade spirit for He Ping to assist in cultivation, and after getting the jade spirit, He Ping had been practicing in retreat for nearly two nights and one day.

Now it's finally time to get out of the country.

"Okay." He Ping said simply.

"Then I'll try." Fang Bei said this, then picked up the chopsticks and used the chopsticks as a sword, pointing at He Ping's throat.

Although Fang Bei didn't have the strength to shoot, at most only five points of strength and speed, but at that moment, almost everyone still didn't see Fang Bei's movements clearly.

Only He Ping remained motionless, looking at Fang Bei with a calm smile.

Fang Bei quietly stopped in front of He Ping, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand had already poked out.

Lean out four inches.

Then the four inches turned into ashes in an instant before He Ping's snow-white throat, flew around, and then slowly landed.

The ashes are gone, and its color is snow-white.

There was silence around them.

Shang Jiu Ge looked at He Ping and sighed: "Is it so fast?" ”

"Purple Polar Celestial Phenomenon?"