Feng Jiao also waved goodbye to everyone, and returned to Fengfu with the black cat and Qianmo.

"I didn't expect your fat intestine noodles to be so powerful, even the supreme seafood pot made by other chefs was compared to you!" Qian Mo said excitedly.

"That's it. I said a long time ago, Yuehailou can't compare to ours. Feng Jiao curled the corners of her lips and said.

Even if Yue Hailou was able to take out the abalone cucumber winged belly, it was not still killed in an instant by the ingredients that contained pure immortal energy produced by the system.

The harvest system has long been in contact with Feng Jiao's heart, and it has been praised by her sincerely at this moment, and it also feels very happy.

As for Ling Yuan, he had already seen that his little chef would definitely win.

Oh, it's just seafood, how can it be compared to the delicious meals cooked by the little chef with those ingredients rich in pure fairy energy.

If the seafood is really so good, he can't just eat seafood every day, how can he still suffer from insomnia.

Mo said that he eats seafood every day, even if he eats the treasures of heaven and earth every day, and even takes the treasures of heaven and earth to take a bath, he can do it. However, he had not found any cure for his insomnia other than the food cooked by the little cook.

In other words, how could even the food that he thought was good be lost to a small wine shop on the street like Yuehailou.

Qian Mo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked a question he was most concerned about: "Hey, hey, Miss Fengjiao, can we taste that kind of fat intestine noodles that look delicious tonight?" ”

Feng Jiao smiled very sweetly: "Of course...... No! ”

God knows how difficult it is to dispose of fat sausages without a trace of peculiar smell.

She and Xing'er have been washing fat intestines for so long, and their arms are soaked red in the water!

"Why can't we eat ......" Qianmo looked like an angry little daughter-in-law, and glanced at Feng Jiao aggrieved.

"Didn't you just say that? The ingredients are rare. Tomorrow, there will be a lot of customers lining up to eat fat intestine noodles. Under the condition of limited ingredients, of course, it is necessary to meet the needs of customers first. Feng Jiao twitched the corner of her mouth and said.

Qianmo: "......"

Well, he's so sad. As a shopkeeper at a liquor store, he doesn't deserve to have his name on the list of customers who eat fatty intestine noodles.

Looking at Qian Mo's aggrieved look, Feng Jiao twitched the corners of her mouth, thought for a while and comforted: "Although we can't eat fat intestine noodles tonight, we can eat another kind of food." ”

Hearing this, the expression on Qian Mo's face instantly turned cloudy, and even his voice raised a few points excitedly: "Is it?" So what are you going to do? ”

Feng Jiao smiled: "Have you ever eaten egg scones?" Let's make egg scones tonight, with our own chili oil and miso, rolled with shredded green onions and coriander. ”

At present, her chicken farm has expanded in scale, and the stock of eggs is still relatively abundant, so there is no problem in serving everyone a meal of egg scones.

Hearing Feng Jiao's description of egg scrambles, a food that he had never eaten or even seen before, was so tempting, Qian Mo couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva: "Then what are we waiting for?" Hurry home and make a cake! ”

Ling Yuan said that he was not stressed about whether he could eat fat intestine noodles.

He can completely disguise himself like Lao Qin and eat as a guest in a wine shop!