(3) (9) (6) Stewed pig's trotters

"Rich and don't burn open pots? This sentence? The truth that Chinese people know. ”

"Huaxia motto?"

"That's it!" Qiu Yue'er said, seeing the black iron master staring at the dagger mold in his hand, whispering and babbling, obviously thinking about something.

gave everyone a look, and took the lead out of the black iron master's shop, Jiang Lao Lai walked at the end, gently closed the door, and finally got rid of this old man.

The Black Iron Master watched the sword blank in his hand gradually solidify, and regardless of the remaining heat, he gradually peeled off the sword blank from the mold.

A thin chisel suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and a dragon-shaped pattern was quickly carved on the sword.

"Since these weapons are forged because of you, a Chinese girl, then their names will be Dongfang!" The work in the hands of the Black Iron Master was done in one go.

While the sword blank was not yet fully solidified, the pattern was carved.

A sword, a knife, a dagger.

After all the work was done, he suddenly felt that it was quiet around and that no one answered what he said.

When he turned his head behind him, he found that there was no one left, and he politely closed the door for him.

"These guys!" Master Black Iron jumped angrily, and originally wanted to give these weapons to that girl as a souvenir?

Na Cheng thought that people wanted to run away quickly, but it was really in vain for him.

Even if Qiu Yue'er knew, she wouldn't care about the treasures, she couldn't look down on them, and it was a chicken rib to receive them, and keeping them was also a gift, otherwise they could only be placed in the warehouse and not seen the light of day for a long time.

The knock on the door interrupted the sorrow of the Black Iron Master, who opened the door and saw the apprentice he had just received, with a unique ice flame, the flame was extremely cold, but the temperature of the flame heart was extremely high, otherwise how could he break his obsidian door.

Why did his poor obsidian disappear?

"Just test your basic operations, smelt a furnace of metal first!"

"You want to cover the stove lid and you know no!"

"If you have money, you don't burn the open pot! Do you understand the Chinese aphorism? ”

"First boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat, have you eaten the pig's trotters, you are now stewing the pig's trotters, be patient!"

"Now that we've practiced, we can go, right?" Qiu Yue'er was relieved to see that Master Black Iron was satisfied.

I'm afraid that this old man is too serious, what if this makes her hand over the obsidian?

Although many of them are not afraid of him, they are afraid that because of the influence of the Black Iron Tribe, the Bailing Clan will be troubled.

"Don't go, can you tell me why you are? Thinking of putting the lid on? The Black Iron Master finally poured the last remaining solution into the mold of a dagger.

Don't want to waste a little bit.

"It should be a habit, my father said that if you have money, you don't burn the open pot, every time you cook, whether it is stewed pig's trotters or steamed steamed buns, you must cover the pot, so as not to waste a little bit of fire energy." Qiu Yue'er said.

Since the ending is good, then whatever she says is justified, anyway, it makes sense to say it now.

"Your father must be a master of Huaxia!" The Black Iron Master was in awe.

"No, my father is just an ordinary person, his abilities have not awakened, he usually likes to study recipes, what kind of dishes are cooked with what kind of heat, and the taste is different." Qiu Yue'er shook her head.

"But how could he, an ordinary person, say such philosophical words?" Master Black Iron was convinced, thinking that Qiu Yue'er was perfunctory to him.

Thinking of her father, he may not only be a master, but also a hidden forging master in Huaxia.

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