The sword is overflowing, and the sharp light is sassy. After refining, the dragon turned into pieces of flesh like flowers.

Collecting the knife and returning the sheath, the god of food is quite satisfied, leading the rootless water to clean his hands, shallow swinging between the sleeves of the robe, dissolving the evil spirit of the dragon, and feeling that the dragon's flesh is white, full of freshness. Grinning, the god of food with unparalleled culinary skills in the sky said with satisfaction:

"Apprentice, can you see this method of solving the dragon?"

The young man in white on the side nodded, untied the hairpin to tie the red belt on his head, washed his hands, and took out a dragon from the ring, which was no different from the God of Food, and held his breath. It's just that the fingertips tremble slightly, and it can't be regarded as a bamboo in the chest.

Putting away the knife, the boy frowned. But seeing that the knife marks on this dragon meat are of different depths, and they are not broken cleanly, compared with the God of Food's knife work, it is naturally clear at a glance, and it is a little pitiful.

The god of food did not blame the young man for wasting the ingredients, and after a little thought, he explained the mysteries of solving the dragon, and several disciples around him looked envious. With the temperament of the god of food, if he is slightly unsatisfactory, he rolls up his sleeves and scolds, where has he seen him so patient.

"All things have spirits, even dead things have their breath rhythm, and the previous teacher sent you to observe the dragon veins, and the texture of the flesh and bones is intended for this. When the knife is lowered, the antelope hanging horns that can be solved by the edge of the bone and the flesh are separated from the texture, and the heart can be solved at will. “

The young man nodded, bowed his hand, and said that the master had been taught, and then took another dragon to take care of and decompose it.

This young man is the day of day.

Bai Gongzi entered the Xuan Immortal, and put down the cultivation path for the time being, after all, this Zhang and one relaxation will be consummated. He is still a young man's temperament, and his cultivation is tight, and if he does not advance, he will retreat. Two days ago, the grass was wandering, and when I saw Jinmi coming out of the Shang Food Palace, I found a space to tell the daylight.

Bai Gongzi is a person, and he can see through it at one point. This offering flowers is useless, maybe the girl is puzzled, but if you make a delicious dish, welcome Jinmi's mouth, with Jinmi's gluttonous insight, wouldn't it be very satisfying. So Bai Gongzi abandoned the sword and learned to cook,

entered this Shang Food Palace and became a disciple of the God of Food, but no one knows why the God of Food takes care of him in every way.

Time flies, and the day has been more than a few months away from learning art.

During the period, I met Jinmi twice, chatted a few words, and saw Jinmi's hurried expression, and the countless love words that had been suppressed did not come out, which made Bai Gongzi stunned for a long time.

Suddenly, this cooking skill cannot be left behind. Bai Gongzi is ruthless, he has a stubborn temperament when he practices swords, and he never sleeps and studies his cooking skills, which naturally makes all the senior brothers a little admired.

The brilliance flashed, the Qionghua fell in mid-air, and the Jiao meat was neatly arranged on the plate, more than 3,000 pieces were as thin as cicada wings, clear and exquisite, and the eyes were milky white.

Dispel the evil spirit, and take the hot spring to cleanse. There was no panic in the daytime, Danfeng's eyes were calm, and the red ribbon in his hair was fluttering. Take Ganoderma lucidum, Poria cocos and jade mushroom, green onion and red pepper, sweet wine and ginger to throw, three flavors of fire to burn the cold iron pot, bright yellow seed oil to boil, the air to enhance the taste

When the trimmings fell, they were already cut properly, falling into the pot, stirring up countless tongues of fire. The man carries the carving knife, the clear winter melon flies, and instantly carves into the appearance of a hornless dragon's head, with a yellowish lotus root as a horn, and the spiritual power enters it, and the water is alive as if he wants to vomit the dragon's groan. Dragon's body and meat. The dragon's tail is the head of the three rivers of Qishui

The body of the fish, take the light red syrup and pour it, like red tailitis.

In the two-foot square leaf plate, there is a hidden dragon's roar.

A dragon swimming out of the water, complete and transparent, the view is appetizing, and the fragrance is surplus.

Bai Gongzi shook his palms in everyone's amazement, swaying and wanting to leave the palace. But he was stopped by the god of food on his side.

"Daylight, before Ruyun, entered my food god door, why?"

Even though his expression was slightly tired, the corners of Bai Gongzi's lips still couldn't stop rising.

"I want to cook for my future daughter-in-law for a lifetime."

Both the master and apprentice laughed. The aroma of Shangshigong is mellow and tangy.