The next day, Lin Qingyu found Mr. Zhang to explain his wishes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It seems that he had expected it, Teacher Zhang was confident and not in a hurry, but he also made a cup of tea for Lin Qingyu and began to popularize some relevant information, "Unless it is a key spiritual school, the general school does not have the qualification for direct recruitment of 'fairies', and Fengzhao is naturally the same, but the school has two qualifications." ”

The two sat in the office, it was already after school in the morning, and the students were basically finished, but there were a lot of teachers in the office who joined in the fun, you know, Lin Qingyu was the only student who had the opportunity to be admitted to the 'fairy' since the establishment of the school, and they were also very conscious, and they did not open their mouths to disturb the conversation between the two.

Teacher Zhang took a sip of tea, although he cared more than anyone else, but on the surface, he was still light-hearted, "The minimum requirement for applying for the 'Immortal Spirit' is to have the spiritual power of a junior spirit magician, and there is more than 90% of the spiritual vein conduction efficiency, these requirements are completely sufficient." ”

"However, there are enough people, and naturally you are not one of them. The focus is on the assessment of those two spiritual arts. ”

Spiritual power bullets, and site impacts.

Lin Qingyu was a little puzzled, she used these two spiritual techniques very skillfully, no matter what aspect, they were far superior to the people around her. Wait, a glimmer of clarity flashed in Lin Qingyu's mind, are the people around him...

"I think you should have guessed that it is the actual use effect, but to that extent, it can also be said to be the actual application effect. Compared to the 'fairy' exam, your usual test is not even a trick. And you have to face at least 100,000 of the same candidates, and you have to stand out from them. They're not just from school. ”

"Private schools, apprenticeships, and so on, you should also know. So, I'm going to increase your training content and personally conduct practical coaching. It will be going on until 9 p.m., starting tomorrow, so if you go back and talk to your family today. ”

After speaking, Mr. Zhang took another sip of tea, to be honest, he was also very nervous, this may be the only time in his life that he has the opportunity to teach a student who can be admitted to the 'fairy', the more important it is, the more he can't rush.

"I see. Lin Qingyu nodded, she cared more about Mu Zhaoling than her family, and training until nine o'clock meant that she couldn't prepare dinner.

After speaking, Lin Qingyu was about to leave, and as soon as he left the door of the office, he was stopped by Teacher Zhang again, "Also, your hair is too long and inconvenient, go back and tie it up." ”

Lin Qingyu nodded lightly and left without replying.

The students are gone, and the rest of the teachers are lively.

"This kid is still as cold as ever. ”

"How can she not be cold, if she is not cold, will she be exquisite?"

"That's right, it's not easy for this kid. ”

These teachers are noisy, but none of them say that Lin Qingyu is not.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, how sure do you say Lin Qingyu is that he will be admitted to the 'fairy'?"

Teacher Zhang leaned on the stool, "Absolutely! She's the most talented student I've ever met, but she's always been number one, and there's no one who can be called an opponent here, so she doesn't work hard enough, but she's smart, and the rest of the time is completely enough." ”

.........

There is no free lunch in the world, and today Ermu Zhaoling wants to have an egg fried rice. First of all, he cooked the rice first after school early, and had to cook it raw without overnight dinner, as for Lin Qingyu's side, ha, Mu Zhaoling said that the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so he splashed his skin, who was he afraid of?

Although the ingredients are simple and common, the specific process, including the heat, ingredients, and nuances, will fry the egg fried rice with different flavors. At the same time, according to personal taste, salted fish, fermented bean curd, milk and other food condiments can also be appropriately added.

Mu Zhaoling turned the "General Guide to the Recipe of the Soul Eater" to the page of egg fried rice, surrounded by ingredients prepared in the morning.

"Hmm... Let me see, put three eggs first..."

"Pour the rice in... Anyway, there are too few eggs... Sure enough, the book can't be believed, and it's good to add five more eggs...... "After all, he poured all the rice into it...

Fried rice is really a technical job, it seems that Lin Qingyu's girl is also very powerful, thinking about the dishes made by Lin Qingyu, Mu Zhaoling suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he went to the refrigerator and poured a glass of milk.

"Add some green onions, carrots, corn kernels... It seems that the order is reversed... Forget it, anyway, there are three thousand avenues, and different paths lead to the same end..."

"It says you can also add some personal favorite features..."Mu Zhaoling took a sip of milk and poured the rest into the pot...

......

In short, after all the processes, a dish of egg fried rice that looks like it is full of color and flavor and has a faint yellow glow is officially out of the pot.

"All that's left is to taste it. Mu Zhaoling held a spoon, the so-called success or failure is in this move, the time is less than six o'clock now, as long as he starts quickly, he can restore the scene before Lin Qingyu comes back, creating a kind of appearance that he has never done anything.

Although the specific operation process is slightly different from what is written in the book, the color is still very good, the rice particles are full, the color is uniform and yellow, and there are red, green and yellow colors in between, and the overall is still very appetizing.

"But I always feel like something is wrong with the taste..."Mu Zhaoling tasted it, the taste was not bad, but there was always a feeling of dissonance, but I didn't know what was wrong.

It's the same feeling as when I first ate porridge with apple and grape pork ribs......

Just when Mu Zhaoling was thinking about it, Lin Qingyu also came back, and as soon as she came in, she saw Mu Zhaoling looking serious at a pot of egg fried rice, as if she was thinking about why there were no eggs in egg fried rice, "What's wrong?

Lin Qingyu was a little strange, and a little curious, strange egg fried rice, curious about what happened to Xiao Zhaoling.

"Sister..."Mu Zhaoling looked back at Lin Qingyu, his expression was serious, and he said in a serious manner, "Your brother and I, I don't have the talent to become the God of Food......

Although Mu Zhaoling's expression was very cute and interesting, Lin Qingyu was still a little confused.

After a brief exchange, Lin Qingyu looked at Mu Zhaoling suspiciously, and his voice was cold, "You say, you fried this?"

She also tried the taste, and it was a milk-like egg fried rice dish with a perfect blend of milk, which was considered a perfect recipe. However, this is too much, and she still doesn't believe it.

Mu Zhaoling nodded, "Well, how does it taste?"

This is indeed a problem, this kid may really have the talent to become a god of food, at least Lin Qingyu can't make fried rice that tastes exactly the same as this pot of egg fried rice. She pinched her chin and thought for a while, her delicate face a little confused, "Or... Will you fry another one?"

She still thinks seeing is believing.

Mu Zhaoling also felt that she needed more experiments. So the two discussed it a little and decided to fry a portion of oil cabbage.

The process is very smooth, Mu Zhaoling lights the fire, burns the pot, and then pours oil, garlic, vegetables, seasonings, and stir-frying, although it is not very convenient, but it is also a matter of body shape, there is nothing wrong with the process, but Lin Qingyu always feels a little disobedient, but he can't say it.

God's hands and feet......

It's another stack of dishes that look like they're all full of color and flavor. This may be a dish that can determine the development of history, on the dining table, Mu Zhaoling looked serious, Lin Qingyu looked subtle, and the two of them sandwiched a chopstick at the same time.

The taste is light, but it perfectly presents the unique flavor of the cabbage, and the attraction of this dish is not the superb seasoning, but the cabbage itself as an ingredient.

Lin Qingyu's beautiful face was a little delicate, compared to the dishes made by this child, she did it completely by relying on the seasonings, she was silent for a while, and she always felt a little subtle when she was given by Xiao Zhaoling, "Tomato scrambled eggs..."

You have to have an all-round assessment!

Mu Zhaoling put down the chopsticks in his hand pretentiously, looking calm, this time the fried cabbage has perfectly proved his talent as the god of food, with his hands behind his back, a master in the limelight, "Leave it to me!"

This guy is a living treasure. Lin Qingyu shook his head helplessly, but there was a smile on his face.

However, it came at a good time. At noon today, Mr. Zhang said that he would train until nine o'clock in the evening, and when he came back, he found that Xiao Zhaoling actually had the talent of a chef. Is everything a coincidence?

Lin Qingyu watched Mu Zhaoling's small figure flexibly busy in the kitchen, and his long hair fluttered gently with his mood, a little, a little relieved.