"Shhh Could it be that I'm dazzled?! The little girl in Fengfu used ...... to cook Strange fire?! ”

"Don't be too surprised, brother. If you take a closer look, the pot and the kitchen knife used by that little girl are both artifacts! ”

Everyone looked at Feng Jiao in amazement.

They have always felt that after all, they live in the entire spiritual realm, and the most prosperous cities are all well-informed cubs.

Those who can possess alien fire, except for the alchemist, are the refiner.

When did the alien fire also fly into the homes of ordinary people and be used for stir-frying and cooking?

What's more, the pot and kitchen knife used by the little girl are all artifacts.

They had never heard of a chef who cooked with such high-end equipment!

Could it be that this little girl is a cook with a background, the kind that specializes in cooking for the Beidou Zun?!

Chef Wang of Yuehailou pursed his lips disdainfully.

This little girl will get some bells and whistles to come out and coax people.

If the cooking skills are not good, even if you cook with an artifact, with the help of different fires, even the bowl that holds the dishes is gold, so what's the use.

Feng Jiao has become accustomed to focusing on her cooking skills without distractions in the center of a noisy environment.

She was not affected by the voices of the melon-eating people around her, and began to pour oil into the pot, and put pickled peppers, pickled ginger, dried chili peppers, and Sichuan peppercorns into the pot and stir-fry.

These materials were soaked in the hot oil in the pot under Feng Jiao's rhythmic stir-frying, and as the temperature rose, the fresh, spicy and sour flavor was stimulated at once, and with the evening breeze slowly spreading, it soon filled the tip of everyone's nose.

All of a sudden, the movements of the onlookers became unified again, and everyone was deeply inhaling the enticing smell of the strong fragrance.

The ingredients were stir-fried to bring out the fragrance, Feng Jiao poured the cut fat intestines into the pot, stir-fried them together with the ingredients, and slowly stir-fried them over low heat, slowly letting the fat intestines spit out excess fat, remove the greasy taste, and let the sour, spicy and fragrant taste of the ingredients in the wok, soak the fat intestines little by little, giving this kind of ingredient that Boss Dou despises as not flowing with an extraordinarily rich taste.

She flipped the spatula unhurriedly until the fat sausages were slightly dry, and then poured the fragrant broth she had carefully boiled into the pot.

As the milky white soup blends in, the aroma wafting from the pot becomes more moisturized and rich.

Here, he ordered the different fire to burn the lotus and boil the fat intestine over high heat, and over there, Feng Jiao had already used the second flame dispersed by the burning lotus to cook the noodles with a handmade knife.

So, in that strong fragrance, it is integrated into the sweetness of the wheat fragrance.

When the snow-white noodles were cooked, Feng Jiao put the noodles into a bowl, poured the soup of the fat intestines into the bowl, sprinkled a little garlic sprouts and coriander, and then dripped a few drops of chili oil boiled out by herself.

Breathing in the aroma of this fat intestine noodles, even Chef Wang of Yuehailou couldn't help but feel a sense of instinctive intoxication in his heart.

This feeling of indulging in the temptation of this fragrance, and can't help but want to taste it, makes his heart chuckle.

He never thought that fat sausage, which was discarded by high-class chefs and regarded as an ingredient that could not be put on the table, could be transformed into such an attractive delicacy in the hands of that little girl!