Chapter 37: The Peak of Culinary Skills
The sky gradually turned dark, and the distant glow rolled farther away with some yellow, and only a small part of the originally dazzling sun remained, struggling to compete with the moon that was slowly dominating at the end.
After coming down from the snow-capped mountain, Qing and Hu Tao sat on the top of the mountain behind the Moon Sea Pavilion, raising their heads to look at the clouds above their heads, which were dyed fiery red with the sun.
"The sun and the moon alternate, the cycle is orderly, and the day and night are separated."
Hu Tao's eyes were a little distracted, looking at the gradually disappearing sun in the distance, put his hands on his folded legs, and continued to speak: "I have always thought so, but I suddenly found that some people should no longer stay here, but the obsession with life is so moving. β
Qing Wenyan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Hu Tao in front of him, Hu Tao rarely called himself "I", and he also knew that the person Hu Tao was talking about was Qiqi.
"It also made me suddenly realize that some of the things I used to be sure of didn't seem to be absolutely right."
Hu Tao continued to look at the sky, with a little confusion in his eyes, and said softly: "Do you think everything should follow the original rules to move, or should there always be some variables to disrupt the rules?" Or maybe it's a rule. β
"What's the fun when everything can be easily distinguished?"
Qing stretched out his hand and took Hu Tao's little hand, chuckled and said, "The person you are talking about should be Qiqi of Bu Lu, right?" I've happened to see her twice. β
"It's a pity, Qiqi didn't know where to hide when she saw the hall master."
Hu Tao pouted lightly, turned his head to look in the direction of Bu Bu Lu, and continued to speak: "The hall master also went to Bu Bu Lu a few times, and that Bai Zhu talked about him all day long. β
"Did you scare her before?"
Qing gently squeezed Hu Tao's little hand, and continued with a smile: "But her memory is very short, you can actually make her remember you?" β
Hearing this, Hu Tao couldn't help but pursed his lips, glared at Qing casually, stood up, and at the same time pulled his little hand out of Qing's hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "The main hall is going home, hum!" β
Qing hurriedly stood up, followed behind Hu Tao, put his hands behind his back, and continued to ask, "What are you going to eat tonight?" β
"Hmmm......"
Hu Tao, who was walking in front, couldn't help touching his chin and thinking for a while when he heard this, and then couldn't help but smile, waved his hand and said, "Today, let you see the craftsmanship of the hall master, let's borrow your family's Aqing's kitchen." β
Qing Ze, who was following behind, raised his eyebrows, he still remembered that one of Hu Tao's talents in the game was cooking, and he often used Hu Tao to cook.
It's just that this talent seems to be to make food of strange quality, what kind of strange method is it, Qing feels that it seems to need to be considered in a not very good direction.
Walking on this not spacious mountain road, Hu Tao felt the atmosphere of sudden silence behind him, turned around and looked at Qing with a slight squint, and asked with a chuckle, "Are you doubting the cooking skills of the master of this hall?" β
Looking at Hu Tao's gaze, Qing shook his head with a serious face, and replied solemnly: "I'm mainly afraid that after tasting your perfect cooking today, what if I can't eat other people's cooking in the future?" β
"Yo, Mr. Qing's beautiful words are set in a set."
Hu Tao chuckled and stretched out his hand to grab Qing, bent down casually and picked a glass lily, and continued to speak: "In addition to grandpa, you are also the first person who has the honor to taste the craftsmanship of the master of this hall. β
Please, who was pulled by Hu Tao to walk behind, listened to Hu Tao's casual words, and was suddenly stunned, and then replied with a chuckle: "Then I hope that I will be the only one in the future." β
Hu Tao was pinching the left hand of the glass lily petals, and then pouted his lips disdainfully, and couldn't help but smile, and continued to say: "Then it depends on your performance." β
Their steps were not fast, and they did not use the sword technique, and slowly walked down from the top of the mountain, walking in the direction of the Tiger Eating Rock.
The vegetables in Huyan are quite fresh, and two people who don't know how to buy vegetables laughed and bought a lot of vegetables.
The bookstall next door to the vegetable stall was not only a collection of poems, but Hu Tao was very confident in buying three cookbooks and decided to improvise.
In this way, stepping on the afterglow of the sun, buying the ingredients for a few dishes, the two of them slowly returned to the house in the commercial area.
The ability of the Dust Song Pot drove the space to twist, and they went straight to the kitchen of Keqing's room.
At present, the Moon Sea Pavilion is busy working overtime, and the same is true for Keqing, of course.
Staying in the only kitchen in the Dust Song Pot at present, Hu Tao opened the recipe book he had bought and stood aside, and then began to take out the vegetables one by one.
"This should be washed first, right?"
"Don't put that yet! Put this seasoning in first! β
"You're cutting too ugly, aren't you? Stop it! Don't use my cold to chop vegetables! Neither will your guns! β
"I think there's something wrong with our order, you must have disrupted the perfect layout of the hall master."
"Too much salt! My throat! β
"This is too sweet, do you want to murder the hall master!"
In the small kitchen, the chickens and dogs jumped for a while, and the two people were in a hurry, and more than a dozen people were busy cooking.
It went on like this for nearly an hour, and the night outside was already so deep.
After cleaning the kitchen, the two of them sat at the dining table in the living room, staring at the six dishes on the table that were extremely poor.
"Ahem! Didn't you say that you want to leave two dishes for your family Aqing? β
Hu Tao carefully picked up two of the dishes, put them aside and covered them, and continued to speak: "Okay, okay, we can go." β
Those two dishes were the two that tasted the most normal after they tasted them.
Looking at Hu Tao's movements, Qing couldn't help but sigh and pouted, "I don't think we're suitable for cooking." β
"It's all because you're delaying the hall master."
Hu Tao picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of potato and handed it to Qing's mouth, allowing Qing to eat it in one bite.
Then Hu Tao picked up a piece of potato and ate it by himself, nodded with satisfaction, and continued to speak: "The taste is okay, the hall master will go to Xiao Xiangling for consultation after a while." β
"I'm afraid that the first dish she taught you was a pure-hearted fried slime or something, so forget it."
Qing hurriedly shook his head and continued to speak: "I just like the taste you make, because it is made by you." β
Hu Tao held his chin with both hands, looked at Qing on the other side, and said with a chuckle: "Although your words are very clichΓ©, the hall master forgives you!" β
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