Qin Ye didn't think about it, and immediately responded: "Okay." ”

At the same time, Zarmu was waiting anxiously in the welcome hall, according to the information gathered, the sixth prince of Yaoguo was only the sixth order of soul melting.

Sending so many masters, plus Princess Luo Xiu, solving him is just a matter of tea time.

How could it have dragged on for so long and not come back.

Just as Zarmu was thinking, Princess Luo Xiu stepped into the hall, her tall body blocking the light coming in from outside the door.

Zarmu hurriedly said, "Princess, why did you come back so late." ”

Princess Luo Xiu sat down on the chair and said with a sigh of relief: "The blood stain was cleared on the road, and it was delayed for a while, and your information is not right, there are a lot of people in the Ye Mansion, and there is an old man who is very powerful, I heard what the group of Nanye people called him Zhenguo Gong." ”

Zarmu was stunned: "It's Ye Yunhe, the national prince of Nanye Town, no, he shouldn't be in Ye Mansion at this time!" ”

"A bunch of old men, it's very difficult to deal with, I can't help it, I originally wanted to slaughter the Ye Mansion, so I had to take advantage of the chaos to tear up a few yards to pick vegetables and wash vegetables."

Zarmu nodded: "Then he should have been killed by you." ”

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Ye Fu Kitchen.

The whole kitchen is filled with the rich aroma of food.

The tall and thin Ling Lao held a shovel in his left hand and kept tumbling the chicken wings in the iron pot.

On the right-hand side is a large wooden tray, with dense small grids on the plate, each of which contains a spice.

The long and supple fingers pinch a pinch of chopped green onions, flick them on the pot, and the finely chopped green onions fall into the pot, and the extra green onions are bounced back into the grid.

The short and fat old man squatted on the ground, his hands quickly twitching the two iron plates, and his face was red in the light of the fire.

Between the iron plate twitching, the size of the stove can be controlled.

Fu Lao shook his little fat hand in an orderly manner, and said: "Pity the boy, you can be optimistic about the order of Lao Ling's materials, ginger slices, green onions, dried chilies, peppercorns, star anise, garlic each have a weight and order, the length of time is exquisite, the sugar in the oil pot, one or two, more than one is also a failure." ”

Qin Lianhua stood aside, her eyes were extremely serious: "I can see it clearly." ”

"Don't just look at him, anyone can put spices, you see the fire in my hand is the key, to make every piece of chicken wing turn a beautiful golden brown, so the fire should be even, in case any flame jumps a little higher, you have to pump the iron to press it down, the same side of the flame is not strong enough, you have to let it up, remember that even if there is a black paste, it is a failure!"

Qin Lianhua leaned down and looked at the flames in the furnace: "Understood." ”

"Today I will teach you braised chicken wings and soft beaded fish, and tomorrow I will teach you drunken pork ribs, crystal dish hooves, white juice cabbage, Buddha jumping over the wall, let's take it step by step!"

Qin Lianhua shook her wrist and looked eager to try: "No problem!" ”

The old man said proudly: "Boy, you remember, to conquer a woman, you must first conquer her stomach!" ”

The thin man waved the shovel in the pot, and he could only see a light when he was fast: "Lao Fu, why are we still two bachelors at our age." ”

The old man shook his hand, and the fire in the stove jumped so high that it almost burned to the roof of the kitchen.

"Because of your mouth!"

Qin Lianhua, who was listening carefully to the teachings of the second elder of Poria Cocos, suddenly said, "Did you two hear a strange sound outside?" ”

Fu Lao stared intently at the fire in the stove: "Stir-frying, just like refining medicine, you must be focused, it is not just a dish, it is a work of art!" ”