A full month later, Stephen Zhou cultivated his internal strength, and this was the most difficult and initial step to complete, and the rest was much simpler.

The cultivation of the Yi Jin Sutra is not easy for adults, but now Stephen Zhou's belief in his heart allows him to endure enough suffering.

Stephen Zhou poses one by one, according to a specific rhythm, exhale, inhale, and Yi Jin Sutra, which is divided into upper and lower volumes, the upper volume is easy to tendon, and the lower volume is to wash the marrow.

And after doing a set of actions, Stephen Zhou was already paralyzed on the ground, already soaked with sweat, and he didn't even want to move a finger.

However, his qualifications for martial arts practice have been quietly changed, and he has changed to the most suitable state for martial arts.

As night fell, Stephen Zhou began to practice internal strength, but Bai Luo was in the kitchen at the moment.

Today, he's going to try his hand at cooking for the first time.

Before, he could make Lai Urine Cow Balls, but only by making that dish could Ling'er eat it, this depended more on the deliciousness of Lai Urine Cow Balls themselves, rather than his cooking skills.

True cooking is the ability to make a simple meal even delicious.

The ingredients in Shaolin Temple are pitiful, and even ordinary ginger and garlic can't be had.

Therefore, Bai Luo will want to go out as soon as possible, and there are only a few vegetarian dishes in Shaolin Temple, and Ling'er will soon get tired of eating them.

Bai Luo looked around, took out the egg bought under the mountain from the storage space, broke it gently, put it in the bowl, picked up a chopstick, and the internal force of his palm trembled.

The chopsticks then vibrate at an extremely high frequency.

Bai Luo's arm drove the wrist, and then drove the palm to start stirring, and the soft power of Tai Chi stirred the egg very evenly, and the egg white and egg yolk were completely integrated together.

Bai Luo's right hand kept moving, and he took out the rice with his left hand and poured it into the egg mixture.

In a moment, the rice and the egg liquid were mixed evenly, and each grain of rice was stained with a pale yellow egg liquid, but it was fully separated by the white fall by internal force, and did not adhere to it because of the stickiness.

Put vegetable oil in the pot, Bai Luo moved, picked up the firewood with his right foot, lit the fire, and heated.

The clear oil boiled little by little, and Bai Luo pulled out some firewood to reduce the fire.

Bang!

The palm of your hand is slapped on the tabletop, and the rice in the bowl soaked in egg wash flies into the pot like a pearl.

Zizizi~

The moment the rice is added to the oil, the sound is crisp and pleasant, like a beautiful music.

Bai Luo holds a chopstick in each hand, the internal force is vibrating, and Tai Chi stirs to make each grain of rice evenly heated and distinct.

The eggs solidify little by little, clinging to the outer grains of rice, each grain of rice, exuding a golden color, full of grains, like pearls with attractive color.

Bai Luo continued to stir with his left hand, but picked up a kitchen knife with his right hand, and in just a few seconds, he cut the cucumber into fine cubes of uniform size and sprinkled them evenly into the rice.

There is a hint of green in the yellow, and there is a hint of sweetness in the attractive aroma.

Add the seasoning, stir-fry evenly, and put out the egg fried rice.

Squinted slightly, sniffed lightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with the conditions of Shaolin Temple, it can only be done like this.

Bai Luo took the egg fried rice, walked out of the kitchen, and walked towards the room.

In the courtyard, Stephen Zhou, who was cultivating, saw Bai Luo and just wanted to say hello, but when he saw Bai Luo's hurried steps, he seemed to ignore him and rushed into the room.

"Ling'er, it's ...... dinner"

The door was closed, Bai Luo came to the bed, gently helped Ling'er up, circled it into his arms, and then picked up the spoon, dug a small spoonful of egg fried rice, and fed it to Ling'er's mouth.

Bai Luo looked at Ling'er's reaction anxiously, Ling'er chewed the egg fried rice in a small bite, and the pink red lips were even more tempting between chewing, making people can't help but want to take a bite.

After a while, Ling'er swallowed the egg fried rice in her mouth, and her voice choked, "Brother......"

The mellow aroma of eggs, the sweetness of rice, and the freshness of cucumbers......

The original flavor of each ingredient is completely preserved, and fully dissipated, the moment you bite into the rice grain, after the soft elasticity, the aroma overflows the entire mouth, capturing the taste buds in an instant.

However, all this is nothing more than deliciousness, and in the layers of aroma of this egg fried rice, Ling'er also eats another taste, a ...... The taste that only she can eat.

can't say it clearly, but it makes her feel her brother's feelings for her.

"Ling'er, what's wrong?"

Seeing Ling'er's appearance, Bai Luo suddenly panicked, "Isn't it delicious?" If it's not delicious, you can spit it out, my brother will find something else for you......"

Ling'er shook her head, and just as she wanted to speak, a chanting of the Buddha's horn suddenly sounded in the room.

"Amitabha ......."

"Donor, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"The real delicacy depends not only on the cooking skills, but also on the ...... heart"

In the Shaolin Temple, only cooking skills can be tempered, in fact, Tang Niu's cooking skills have reached the peak, whether it is knife or technique, there are no flaws.

However, his food can only be regarded as delicious, not delicious.

There's always something missing in his food.

That's emotion.

The real delicacy is made with care.

"Donor, your cooking skills are enough......."

The Dream Master floated away lightly, like a leaf falling in the wind, and soon disappeared.

Bai Luo remembered the scene when he was making egg fried rice, at that time, he was full of thoughts, in addition to every step of making egg fried rice, it was his sister......

"Ling'er ......"

"Brother, Ling'er knows from this bowl of egg fried rice that you are a hooligan~"

Bai Luo's old face turned red, when he was cooking, he was fantasizing about Ling'er's physical recovery, and after his body recovered, Bai Luo naturally thought about some embarrassing things.......

Ling'er's hooliganism really didn't hurt him at all.

After feeding Ling'er to eat, Bai Luo's palms were covered with internal force, and he gently kneaded his abdomen for Ling'er to help Ling'er digest.

Even if she has cooking skills, even if Ling'er has started to eat, her body needs a little recuperation and can't be impatient.

Therefore, if Bai Luo wants to become a hooligan, it will take too long and too long......

What's more, Ling'er is only twelve years old now.

Bai Luo picked up Ling'er, walked out of the room, and came to the courtyard, Stephen Zhou was still practicing, sleepless, although he had three months, he wanted to leave the Shaolin Temple earlier, to find the turkey.

Bai Luo hugged Ling'er, jumped lightly to the roof, sat down, and encircled Ling'er in his arms, wrapped Ling'er's delicate and thin figure in black clothes.

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, the bright moonlight swaying the earth, makes people feel peaceful.

The cooking skills were recognized by the master of the dream, and the big stone in Bai Luo's heart was really let go.

In the future, life will get better and better......

"Ling'er, tomorrow, let's go home ......"

I really want to cook for my girlfriend, but it's a pity that I'm ....... at school. To emphasize, it's not dog food.

Not really.

(End of chapter)