Feng Jiao was still discussing with Qian Mo about making egg scones to eat at night, while Ling Yuan took into account the malice of the people's hearts in advance, and used the power of the contract to secretly give Lingshan an order, telling him that Feng Jiao had won the game, and asked Lingshan to arrange it in advance, so as not to get someone to sneak over at night to do something.

What Ling Yuan didn't expect was that his sincere protection was also exchanged for the surprise given to him by the little chef.

After returning to the wine shop, Feng Jiao took a short rest and began to prepare dinner.

She instructed Xing'er, Lingshan, and Yunshen to tidy up the warehouse, and transferred Qianmo to take care of the little white tiger, leaving only Ling Yuan, who smiled mysteriously at him.

Ling Yuan, who had recovered his original appearance, only felt that the little chef's smile was as sweet as the stewed pears she made with rock sugar, which made him feel wonderful, soft and warm, and his heart was tickling.

Seeing her beckoning to him, he walked over with his feet up, and was called into the kitchen by her.

"Ah Ling, I secretly left you a small bowl of fried fat sausages, which are now steamed. Do you want to eat? As she spoke, she took the chopsticks, took a piece of fat intestine from the small bowl in her hand, and said to Ling Yuan with her feet crossed: "Come, open your mouth!" ”

Although Feng Jiao's height is relatively tall among women of the same age, she still has more than one head compared to Ling Yuan.

Seeing her with her feet crossed and chopsticks in her hands, Ling Yuan only felt that it was extremely vivid and cute, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and extremely cooperatively leaned over to her side and bent down, biting the fat intestine she fed him.

The distance between the two people was instantly shortened, and Feng Jiao could even see the slender eyelashes like butterfly wings of the man who was beautiful in his prime of life.

Some familiar and some unfamiliar breaths were so close that she couldn't help but blush slightly.

It's just that when she thought that the stunning body of the beautiful face in front of her was a cat, she became calm in her heart.

Being able to pet cats and appreciate such a prosperous beauty, life has simply reached its peak.

When she participated in the competition, she secretly left all the small bowl of fat sausages to the beautiful Meow Daxian in the prosperous world, took out the spirit egg from the space, and began to make egg scones.

Take the well water and snow crystal flour and noodles from Liuxian Well, roll the noodles into a thin round dough, brush with oil, sprinkle with seasonings, roll them up and then press them flat to make a cake blank, and start to cook them over low heat.

Feng Jiao took out a few eggs from the space and put them at hand for later use.

When the cake is baked to eight ripe, make a cut on the side of the cake, insert chopsticks into the cake and stir it on both sides, so that the upper and lower layers of the cake are separated, take an egg and knock it into the bowl, pour it into the cake, pinch the mouth of the cake together, continue to fry and burn, and wait until the egg in the cake = the egg in the child is up, the whole kitchen has been filled with the unique sweetness of the spirit egg, and the tempting oil fragrance intertwined with the taste.

While pancakes, she prepared coriander, chopped green onions, magnolia, yellow Xuanguo, and two sauces with different flavors, and Feng Jiao also took the time to make a shredded soup of seasonal vegetables and tofu.

She was just about to beckon everyone to start dinner, and Qian Mo stuck her head into the kitchen.

He swallowed as he looked at the boiled golden butter and shiny egg scones, and couldn't help but stretch out his wolf paws towards the freshly baked cakes.

"Qianmo, what are you doing?"