Zhao Haipeng, although he is so low-key that he can't be more low-key, and he can't be more conservative, but what he knows, knows, and can do is all jaw-dropping. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Among them, one of the parts that I am particularly interested in is his control and use of the ancestral kitchen knife of the Hui family.

After all, if I didn't have that knife, then in the "tug-of-war" with Wu Demon Lao, my chances of winning were almost zero, and if I didn't have that knife, I wouldn't have been able to survive the next battle with the remnants of the ghosts such as Time Demon, Oil Wolf, and Daffodil Grass.

Because of this, my dependence on and expectations for the sword spirit are very high, and Zhu Shi has always been very important in my heart, and it is my quasi-"buddy", although this little ghost girl looks disrespectful, although this little ghost girl usually only makes a sparse hissing and roaring sound in my ears.

But, after all, she is my sword spirit, my bamboo poem!

Because of these reasons, when Zhao Haipeng said that there was a way to make my sword spirit more fierce and cruel, I was very excited, because I always felt that her fierceness was my safety, and with safety, it made me feel more secure.

After all, security is what I'm missing the most...... Not one of them.

With these sincere anticipations, I followed my brother to the basement, and as soon as I entered the oak door, I saw ...... It was a very shocking and helpless scene for me.

Because Zhao Haipeng at this time ...... A pot of soup is cooking! very incomprehensible soup.

At this moment, Zhao Haipeng opened a very rare "big firewood stove", on the stove made of refractory clay, he used an iron pot to boil something with a very fishy smell, and on the other hand, Zhao Shui couldn't help but add some kind of special, very smelly firewood to the stove.

I have to mention that the smell of firewood is very special, because in addition to the irritation of the mouth and nose, I even smelled a faint fruity aroma between the smell of firewood and grass, this fragrance is somewhat similar to rosin, but it is lighter, but if you describe it specifically...... I can't describe it.

Although the smell was special, I didn't like it, and it was even more difficult for me to love it when he mixed it with the fishy stuff in Zhao Haipeng's pot.

After all, our kitchen is in the basement, and although we have a reliable ventilation system and I have installed a high-powered range hood on top of it, the smoke from the wood-burning stove is too rushed, so it always forms a lingering white smoke in our basement.

Under that cloud of smoke, I couldn't see anyone's face clearly, and I could only judge their identity by their hazy appearances, clothes, and figures.

With my familiarity with Lao Zhao, I walked to his side, as always, without interrupting or asking anything, but just staring at Lao Zhao's actions.

At this moment, Zhao Haipeng was also concentrating on preparing his soup pot, staring at a pot of dark red and fishy things with a serious face.

Zhao Haipeng's soup pot preparation method is also very special, I saw that in addition to the red pot, he kept putting some kind of poultry feathers in the soup pot.

I can't understand Zhao Haipeng's behavior, because since ancient times, he has used all kinds of materials to eat and drink, but he has not eaten bird feathers.

Therefore, I couldn't understand the practice of boiling a pot of soup and constantly adding feathers to it, so after watching it for a while, I couldn't help but ask, "Zhao, Brother Zhao...... Ahem...... What are you doing? Just make the soup...... Ahem...... Why do you need to add bird feathers?"

When I asked, Zhao Haipeng didn't immediately answer me in detail, he just stirred the red liquid in the soup pot with his colander, and said to me simply: "This is not soup, it's a yang food mantra, make it first, and then talk about it!"

Zhao Haipeng is an absolute abbot of the Five Visceral Temple, and I didn't dare to interject when he was cooking and spelling, not to mention that I interjected and was refuted by him.

Therefore, after eating the closed mouth, I could only stand on the side stupidly, silently watching the water lotus add firewood, and Zhao Haipeng "boiled the soup".

After about another five or six minutes, I saw that the soup pot in Zhao Haipeng's hand was gradually drying up, and the red juice there gradually attached to the poultry feathers that Zhao Haipeng had sprinkled in, and gradually condensed.

By the end of the process, the red liquid had dried up completely, and it had coalesced with the feathers of the fowl and a semi-gelatinous substance, and had become a round ball the size of a ping-pong ball.

Looking at the round ball, Zhao Haipeng suddenly took out the spoon, salvaged the round thing in the most accurate way, and finally put it into a small vinegar dish he had prepared in advance.

After silently letting out a sigh of relief, Zhao Haipeng ordered Zhao Shuihe: "Okay, don't burn firewood." ”

As Zhao Haipeng finished saying this, Shui He, who probably didn't want to do this drudgery for a long time, immediately threw away the firewood in his hand, and then took out a plastic water bottle that she had prepared a long time ago, and used the water in the bottle to quickly and completely extinguish the ash in our stove.

After extinguishing the remnant fire, Zhao Shuihe stood up his waist, revealing his already black, white and gray "Sanhuazi face", and couldn't stop complaining to Zhao Haipeng: "You are really, you have to use peach firewood to burn the 'Red Evil Ball', and almost choked to death, do I know?!"

Hearing Zhao Shuihe's complaint, Zhao Haipeng, who was "Dafa is successful", smiled helplessly and said: "This is the first time I have made this thing, and I am afraid that something will go wrong, so I will use the safest and most traditional method to make it, and then I will ...... Our stove hasn't been used for a few months, but it doesn't go too far, and I'm afraid that the moisture will ruin the mud. ”

"!" Zhao Shuihe kept complaining: "I see that you are an idle egg! I haven't moved for a long time, and you ...... angry with me."

As Zhao Shuihe complained to Zhao Haipeng, I listened to the clouds and mountains, and I didn't understand what the "red evil ball" was.

In order to dispel the doubts in my heart, and to prevent Zhao Shuihe from complaining for no reason, I immediately stepped forward, separated the two first, and continued to ask Zhao Haipeng with a smile: "I said Brother Zhao, don't quarrel with Shuihe, what is this red evil ball! ”

Seeing me asking, Zhao Haipeng didn't say anything, but Shui He replied to me first: "I know you don't understand, this thing is a kind of yang food mantra, and it opened the light for your broken kitchen knife." ”

Hearing Shui He's answer, I smiled proudly, turned my head and said to her again: "Actually, I know that you have to answer, but since you answered, you have to answer to the end, and the raw materials and doorways in this evil ball ...... Tell me about it?"