No one can believe it.

For the first time, Han Fei felt that cooking was a very difficult thing.

The oil in the cauldron is already boiling. Han Fei wrapped the carp in flour and shook off the excess flour. Put the carp in a pan and prepare to fry it, fry its skin until it is crispy, and let it be cooked a little before speaking.

As a result, the fish was put into the pot and fried for a long time, and the flour was fried to dry, and the skin and flesh of the fish were still pink and tender. Where is this shape cooked? It's obviously raw meat!

Han Fei scratched his head, this is too much! I'm the number one chef of the Mob Academy, and now I can't even make a fish? What are you kidding?

Immediately, Han Fei's face turned ruthless: Lao Tzu won't blow up, can't Lao Tzu use aura to refine?

This time, Han Fei used the heaven-level top-grade "Spiritual Fire Change", and when the spiritual fire came out, the fish meat immediately began to ripen it.

Han Fei's mind moved, and the boiling fish oil in the pot flew into the air, wrapping the eight-tailed golden carp in a ball, allowing the fish oil to penetrate into the fish meat and fry it in the air.

After a while, the garlic in the pot hit people, the sweet and sour poured out, the water simmered, got some strawberry juice, and stirred it into the pot. For a while, even the middle-aged man, who was extremely calm from beginning to end, couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand and quietly watched Han Fei cooking in mid-air.

This meal is done.

Han Fei took a breath and said, "What's that? This Jiaolong, why don't you get it again in the next meal?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, and finally put down the pen in his hand. With one hand, a long table flew to the river.

The middle-aged man glanced at the sweet and sour carp made by Han Fei, sniffed it with his nose first, then nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Sit down and eat." ”

In Han Fei's heart, it seemed that there were 10,000 tsunami jellyfish roaring: So satisfied, it seems that there will be a next meal!

However, Han Fei had never eaten such a tall thing, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Before eating, he also glanced at the middle-aged man. This person has a handsome face, a very gentle face, quite a scholarly atmosphere, and always has a little smile.

The man picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth, his eyes flashed slightly, and his expression did not change much.

As if knowing that Han Fei was staring at him, the man raised his eyes and looked at Han Fei: "Concentrate on eating." ”

Han Fei hummed, and also picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth, and immediately a rich fragrance bloomed between the taste buds, the entrance was not greasy, and the fish was fragrant and tender, like freshly made tender tofu......

High-end goods, naturally it can't be bad. It's just that when a bite of fish goes down to his stomach, Han Fei's mind becomes much clearer.

A chopstick.

Two chopsticks.

......

When he ate about half a catty of meat, Han Fei seemed to be frozen. He propped up the table with one hand and held chopsticks with the other. But the eyes were fixed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei lightly, did not speak, and continued to eat.

I don't know how long it took.

Han Fei seemed to recall many past events, remembering the first time he learned to stick a stick, the first time he was beaten, the first time he fished, and the first time he used a knife...... The pictures of the past in my mind are moving rapidly.

And every time he recalled, Han Fei suddenly noticed that there were many problems.

It turns out that the force of the stick should be like this.

It turns out that the knife should be cut in such a way that it can make the most force and sharpest.

It turns out that this is how the Soul Gathering Technique should be used.

It turns out that the formation can actually be drawn like this.

When Han Fei opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing on the table, only he was sitting there with chopsticks.

He subconsciously looked back and found that the middle-aged man had already been writing there.

Han Fei subconsciously asked, "Have you finished eating?"

The middle-aged man said without raising his head, "I finished eating yesterday." ”

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei suddenly took a breath: "Yesterday?"

The middle-aged man said softly, "In three hours, it'll be time for dinner." You're a little busy, just go cook!"

"Huh?"

Han Fei was immediately stunned: It's time for dinner again?

Han Fei asked weakly, "Let's be here, how long will it take to wait for a meal?"

The middle-aged man replied lightly: "12 hours." ”

Han Fei was dumbfounded: Why did I have a meal and eat for 18 hours?

Han Fei suddenly gasped. Without saying a word, he ran to his homestead and built a house.

He built a single-storey American-style garden house, using a traditional triangular roof, with columns to support the surrounding triangular roof structure, and added a fence between the columns so that the pillars would not appear abrupt......

Two hours later, Han Fei just opened the window, only to hear the middle-aged man's gentle voice sound: "It's almost time to eat, it's time to cook." ”

Han Fei: "......"

After a while, Han Fei looked at the dragon horn and found the reason for its fatality, which was a round hole in the head, which seemed to have been poked to death by someone with a finger.

Han Fei took a breath: How can you eat this thing?

Han Fei glanced at the middle-aged man, and the latter said lightly: "Cut off the dragon horns, pull out the dragon tendon and keel, take out the dragon liver and gentian, shave the dragon scales, don't eat the dragon's head, chop it off." Take care of the rest!"

Han Fei's heart moved: I look at it, this thing is full of treasures, you don't want it, I can take it all.

This time, Han Fei had a little difficulty using the Qiankun Sword, after all, the Qiankun Sword had not yet recognized the master, and it was a little immobile. Mainly, it is a more troublesome thing to draw the keel of the dragon tendon.

Han Fei worked for more than half an hour before he roughly cleaned up this thing. He tried to cut off the dragon's horns, but he tossed for a long time and couldn't move.

"Forget it, forget it, anyway, I don't want the dragon head, I'll stuff the refining heaven and earth first. As for the dragon meat......"

Han Fei thought for a moment: "Forget it, I have no experience in eating it for the first time, so I can get a braised dragon meat, dragon meat roasted, and sliced skin dragon meat." Well, just three, that's pretty much enough...... Forget it, let's have another sauce fried dragon meat. ”

A moment later, the middle-aged man saw that above the sky by the river, the aura flames were rising to the sky, the pot was making spices, and the dragon meat was roasting in the sky.

This scene, thanks to the fact that no one saw it.

Otherwise, Han Fei felt that he might be beaten to death by others.

Dragon! Although it is not a real dragon, it has a trace of dragon blood! With so many bells and whistles to make so many dragon meat dishes, Han Fei feels unbearable?

But after thinking about it carefully, Han Fei was also happy. The dragon tendons are there, and the materials for cultivating the "Divine Control Technique" are there.

Even, the fishing rod can be upgraded. This keel is much stronger than the dragon bone of the blue sea swimming that has been dead for many years, I don't know how much, it is really a good thing!

After the meal, an hour later.

The two of them sat on the table by the river, and the middle-aged man picked up a piece of skin dragon meat, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in his mouth.

When it was over, the middle-aged man picked up a piece of braised dragon meat in turn, a piece of sauce-fried dragon meat, and finally grabbed a dragon meat and burned it.

In Han Fei's hand, he grabbed a dragon meat and burned it, looking at the middle-aged man. After a long time, the middle-aged man responded lightly: "Yes, it's just that this is a little too greasy." ”

Middle-aged refers to braised dragon meat.

Han Fei was confused for a moment, picked up a piece of braised dragon meat and stuffed it into his mouth, only to feel the rolling energy enter his body, and his blood and qi suddenly surged.

Forcibly suppressed this throbbing, Han Fei desperately stuffed it into his mouth, what kind of greasy taste? What a delicious dragon meat! If you don't eat it, I still want to eat it.

It's a pity that Han Fei only ate five or six catties, and even his skin was already red, panting like fire. When he opened his mouth, he found a flame spewing out of his mouth.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei with disgust: "When eating, I really want to gasp for breath, so I turn my head over and pant first." ”

Han Fei's eyes were red: What are you gasping for, I'm panting? I'm dying of heat.

Immediately, Han Fei left his seat and ran to the river, and with a thought, a cloud of river water poured down from his head.

"No, you have to cultivate, cultivate the "108 Desolate God Body", and cultivate in the river. ”

"Poof!"

I saw Han Fei jumping into the river and taking various strange poses. The middle-aged man was holding a piece of skin dragon meat and looked at Han Fei in the water from time to time.

When Han Fei completed the 108 postures, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly.

When he squinted, Han Fei didn't notice that the middle-aged man pinched his fingers, as if he was calculating something.

This time, Han Fei did not sit for a day. Although the dragon meat is very powerful, the Aragami body is also very powerful. It only took two hours to calm down this tumbling qi and blood.

It's just that at this time, the middle-aged man said lightly: "You can sleep." ”

Han Fei was speechless: I haven't gotten a bed yet, so I'm going to sleep?

Han Fei couldn't help muttering a few times: Sleep, sleep, where is not sleep?

When it was over, he really ran to his unfinished hut, looked at the wooden planks all over the ground, and suddenly took out a shell more than six meters large from the sea-swallowing shell, drained the water of the mussel meat with water control techniques, and lay directly into the mussel shell and began to sleep.

Not to mention, Han Fei can't remember the last time he slept?

Although, practitioners can do without sleeping. However, eating and sleeping are the blessings of life. Happiness for ordinary people is not easy for cultivators to obtain.

This night, Han Fei slept quite soundly, until he heard the sound of dripping rain.

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei opened his eyes and looked confused: This secret realm! There is no such thing, where does the rain come from? Are you special, aren't you teasing me?

Han Fei hurriedly got up and walked out of the house. Sure enough, I saw a light rain falling.

Then he saw the middle-aged man sitting in front of a bluestone, holding a teacup in his hand, and mist rising from the cup. And within 10 meters of the stone platform, there was no rain.

On the bluestone countertop, there was a teapot, and there was a teacup opposite, and Han Fei was stunned: This is for himself?

Sure enough, the middle-aged man didn't even look back, and said lightly: "Sit down and drink tea." ”

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