"Hoo ......"

As Yan Chen slowly finished his work, a mouthful of turbid air came out of his mouth and nose, he slowly opened his eyes, a glint flashed in his eyes, and then quietly restrained.

"After this night of tempering, the slightly vain true yuan has been completely stabilized, which feels really amazing. Yan Chen gently clenched his fists and stretched his muscles and bones, feeling that his whole body was filled with endless power, and his bones crackled for a while.

After sitting cross-legged on the bed for a while, Yan Chen finally got up and got out of bed, he didn't feel sleepy at all after only caring about cultivation all night, he went straight to the door and pushed the door open, and the fresh air of the morning rushed in.

The air was mixed with the fragrance of the flowers planted in the courtyard, and the earthy smell of the morning dew hitting the ground, Yan Chen was a little dazed.

"It's a pity that I can't enjoy the comfort of this morning with my father. "He's a little lost.

"Gurgling......" The sound of "gurgling" sounded in his stomach just right, and he came back to his senses, and gently stroked his abdomen, "Forget it, let's go get something to eat." With that, he turned around and went back to the house to wash up briefly, and walked towards the kitchen of the Mu family.

"This Mu family is really big. ”

Yan Chen, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, twitched his face and couldn't help but curse secretly. Just now he walked around the courtyard of the Mu family for a long time, and finally found a place along the corridor like a headless fly, and his heart was full of hope.

Pushing open the kitchen door, the cook of Mu Mansion was already standing in front of the stove and was busy, and there were a few handymen next to him, who were preparing breakfast for the Mu family.

"Young Master Yan is early!"

A few busy people hurriedly said hello, and Yan Chen listened with a strange face, "Young Master Yan, it seems that this is the first time someone has called me Young Master since I was a child." Thinking so, he shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"What does Chef do to eat?"

The shogunate cook shook his head in panic when he heard this, "Ouch, Young Master Yan, don't make fun of the villain, what kind of chef am I compared to you, the two dishes you made yesterday, although the small ones didn't have that blessing to taste, but just smelling the smell was deeply intoxicated." ”

Yan Chen glanced at the shogunate cook in surprise, this is also a fat man, it seems that all the cooks can't escape the fate of the fat man, "You are quite good at sycophancy?"

"Hey, hey. The shogunate chef scratched his head, "Where, where, the small one is a heartfelt admiration." ”

Yan Chen didn't care, after all, it seemed quite comfortable to be patted on the back, "Well, I'll show you another hand this morning." ”

Yan Chen snatched the frying spoon from the shogunate's hand, stretched out his head to look into the pot, and found that he was frying side dishes, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Young Master Yan, what's wrong?" the shogunate cook asked.

"Hey......" Yan Chen sighed softly, but he frowned and didn't speak, the shogunate cook was entangled in his heart.

"What the hell is going on, Young Master Yan?" asked the cook of Mufu without giving up.

"It's okay, you can fry the side dishes first. Yan Chen pondered for a moment and then handed the stir-fry spoon back to the shogunate cook, turning around and walking towards the storehouse, leaving the shogunate cook confused.

"Chef, it's mushy. ”

A handyman who was on the side suddenly stabbed him, turned his head and saw that there was indeed green smoke rising from the "zizi", so panicked that he hurriedly stepped forward to rescue, "Niang Xipi, it's over now." The shogunate cook had a bitter face.

Yan Chen, who came back from the storage warehouse, happened to see this scene, and asked with a strange face, "Chef, you actually fried the vegetables?"

“......”

The shogunate cook couldn't wait to cover all this big pot of small dishes on Yan Chen's face, especially if you didn't make trouble just now, I could have fried it? It's just that he only dared to think about it in his heart, and it was absolutely impossible for him to say it.

He heard that the young master Yan in front of him, who looked harmless to humans and animals, was notorious, and after slashing and killing hundreds of guards guarding the city that day, he swaggered into the Mu family.

"Young Master Yan, what are you going to do with the flour?" The Mu Mansion cook hurriedly changed the topic, but the movements in his hands did not decrease at all.

"Well, it's nothing. Yan Chen casually put the flour he took from the storage warehouse on the table, "Spread out some small cakes and eat them." So saying, he looked around, picked up a slightly larger copper basin not far away, nodded, and poured the flour into it.

The handyman on the side was more eye-catching, and as soon as Yan Chen put the flour away, he brought a basin of water with his hands and feet, ready to add water to Yan Chen.

"Don't don't, put that, put that. Yan Chen waved his hand and hurriedly stopped it, and poured water into it one step too late. The handyman looked at Yan Chen with some grievances, probably because he was disgusted, and Yan Chen's hair was full of hair with resentful eyes.

"Ahem. Yanchen rubbed his nose, trying to make himself look more pleasant, "You can't use cold water." ”

"That's boiling water? Young Master Yan is really different. The handyman thought that he had guessed Yan Chen's mind correctly, and immediately put away his resentful look, and happily ran to another stove, where there was a pot of hot water boiling.

"Open your sister, I mean warm water!" Yan Chen was completely convinced, and hurriedly took two steps by himself, and the cold water and boiling water were mixed with a basin of just suitable warm water.

After this little episode happened, Yan Chen directly waved his hand to let several handymen all retreat, he wanted to come by himself, and even the shogunate cook tried to give him a hand after rescuing the small dishes in the pot in a panic and was refused.

So, the shogunate cook stood aside with a few handymen with embarrassed faces, watching Yanchen take out a few eggs and wash them in water, and then snort them into flour.

"Young Master Yan is really exquisite. The shogunate cook slapped a fart at the right time, Yan Chen gave him a blank look, lowered his head and continued to get busy.

After seeing a few eggs swallowed into the flour, Yan Chen directly inserted his hands into it and stirred and rubbed it up, and the shogunate cook saw that the monkey was anxious on the side, and finally couldn't help but interject: "That, Young Master Yan, you ...... Why do you just touch the flour with your hands, it's going to be eaten. ”

"Then you tell me how to reconcile with the noodles?" Yan Chen stopped what he was doing, turned his head and tried to squeeze out a smile.

"It should ...... Should...... Should...... Belch. The shogunate cook suddenly deflated, yes, you can't just use your hands to make noodles, he can't wait to slap himself hard, why did his mother just smoke his brain.

"You're here to do something. Lao Tzu washed his hands three times, do you like to eat or not. Yan Chen rolled his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and continued to knead the flour.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that at this time, he has already transported the true yuan to his hands, and a faint and slightly imperceptible green mang is shrouded, and the smooth flour is rubbed more finely under the increase of the true yuan.

Coupled with the fact that a few eggs were stirred, a pot of white flour quickly turned into a slightly creamy powder in Yan Chen's hands, which seemed to be smoother than before.

After doing this step, Yan Chen's hands kept moving, and he continued to add salt, oil, sesame seeds, etc. to the flour, and each time he added it, he had to knead it carefully for a long time to make it more thoroughly integrated.

"Young Master Yan's method of making peace is really rare. The shogunate scratched his head, and it took a long time to finally hold back such a sentence.