During the time when Mengwan was concentrating on being a flower chicken, the foursome next to her went through a psychological process from disdain to fear to confusion to shock.

The fat man with the big belly really wanted to go through the first few minutes of the meeting and slap the arrogant self.

When he saw Meng Wan twisting the chicken's head with a quick movement, his back was cold. Looking at Mengwan's sharp and ruthless movements, he seriously doubted that when he said that he had failed the test, this girl would use the same posture and the same force to directly twist off her Congyin's head.

When he saw that Mengwan didn't shed her hair at all, didn't bleed, and only made a small opening in the chicken's buttocks, a wave of anger surged in his heart. If it weren't for the girl's twisting of her head just now, he would have suspended this test a long time ago.

Even a fool knows that the smell of white-feathered chicken feathers is very strong and completely inedible, and this girl doesn't even deal with it?

When it was time to dig the pit and mud, he felt that he was wasting his time here, wasting a precious hour of his life to watch a beam-jumping clown perform!

But now! He just wanted to go over and extinguish that pile of flames, pull out the ball from it, and see what was going on.

Just like the practice of children pretending to be at home, insulting the intelligence of the interstellar chef's means of dealing with it. How can it! How can it! There is no smell that white feather chickens should have! The air is filled with the smell of a summer lotus pond and the aroma of the finest food and wine! And what's going on with that fragrance that is no less than the fragrance of flowers and birds!

Not only him, but the other three people also had golden light in their eyes. Just wait for the moment when Mengwan said yes, they will pounce on it to divide this magical white-feathered chicken.

Disperse the gathered fire and use the residual heat of the fire to slowly simmer the inside of the chicken. When the lotus leaves were completely carbonized and could fall off with a light touch, Mengwan added a large handful of dry firewood and poured the remaining edible alcohol.

With a bang, the flames burst out.

What do you return? If she wants to retreat, she will retreat. Meng Wan was a little speechless to the four people around her who didn't know when they gathered around, and saw the flames soaring and the monkeys jumping out. Are interstellar people so funny?

The flames gradually retreated, slowly returning to nothingness.

Meng Wan, who was copying the long stick, pulled open the ash pile with sporadic flames, and took out the lotus leaf bag that had been completely carbonized from the ash pile.

Knock open the mud layer, the skin is tight and the meat is tender, and the yellow color of the flower chicken is exposed. The fragrance of lotus leaves and the spicy spicy onion are mixed with the aroma of wine.

"Judges, teachers, my name is finished."

Before Mengwan's words were finished, the chickens under her feet had already been divided.

"A white-feathered chicken with no peculiar smell! Passed! Class B! No! Class A! Class A! "The fat man is holding the chicken butt and gnawing with relish.

[Ding—Congratulations, the leaderboard quest has been completed.] Your chef certificate will be credited to your profile after five minutes. ］

Chef's Certificate! GET！

The fat man sucked his fingers, and his black hand reached for the tall woman next to him.

"Dali, a low-grade broiler like a white-feathered chicken is not worthy of your noble status. I'll help you eat it. ”

"Li Goudan, as an S-level chef and acting secretary general of the Star Dream Chef Association, your status is much more noble than mine. This white-feathered chicken will not bother you to help consume. ”

The tall woman named Dali turned to her side and protected the uneaten half of the white-feathered chicken in her arms.

The firm skin is thin and impermeable, chewy. When you bite down gently, the salty and fragrant juice soaks the tip of the tongue and slowly spreads in the mouth.

There is no trace of the fishy smell of white feather chicken.

The white-feathered chicken is the lowest broiler in the interstellar world. Historically, the Chefs Association has not recognized white feather chicken as a natural food.

It wasn't until a few years ago that Mrs. Meng Jiaxin discovered a document from the ancient earth period. It is written in white that white feather chicken can be used to make a variety of delicacies.

Among them, it is a record of the roasting method of white-feathered chicken.

Complicated seasoning process, precise barbecue temperature, strict seasoning weight.

In the past few years, thanks to the help of the plenum of the chefs' association, they have not solved the mystery of seasoning.

Just now, that little girl! It's like playing pretending to be a family! I really made natural food out of white feather chickens!

Educate the chicken!

The avenue is rustic! Taoism is natural!

"Girl...... What about people? ”

The four people who finally came back to their senses from the delicious flower chicken, when they looked up, they only found that the square in front of them was empty, except for the shivering white-feathered chickens.

It seems that it is just a dream of theirs, and there are no girls and no god-level cuisine.

Busy with a lot of work to find someone in the chef association, Mengwan has already slipped away with a hot chef card.

[Ding—You have a new video.] ］

[Mengwan?] ］

[Mr. Reard?] ］

In the video, Reeld was disheveled in clothes, and his bronzed skin was dotted with black patches and black streaks.

[Mr. Reard?] You went digging coal? ］

[Digging coal?] ］

In the video, Reald furrowed his good-looking eyebrows, revealing a look of grievance, like a golden retriever abandoned by his owner on the side of the road, cowardly on the corners of his mouth.

[Mengwan, how does the oven rise.] ］

Reald took a few deep breaths, and his low, cello-like voice spoke the most down-to-earth words.

Think that his dignified interstellar marshal, interstellar millennium-rare four-S-level physical skills, and intelligent dual-system genius can't even light a small barbecue grill in the night market?

As for why he burned a barbecue at the night market?

Then we have to go back to this afternoon...... The time when Mengwan went to take the chef certificate.

The children in the apartment finished their afternoon naps and stood at the kitchen door with rows of dishes waiting for Konishi to hand out ice powder.

The icy and refreshing ice powder with the aroma of mint, with a bowl of sweet and cool brown sugar water, swept away the heat of a noon's sleep.

"Let's take it and sell it. This is sure to make a lot of money! The little man Durant held the small bowl and proposed to the two boys in front of him.

"But my sister said we were going to stay with the babysitter robot." Xiaoxi is a soft boy, and as soon as he opens his mouth, he says Mengwan and Mengwan.

"We can bring the babysitter robot with us. Niu Niu also bring. Durant proposed again.

Yan Hao, who has been silent, is actually a man of action, and after listening to Durant's proposal, he directly commanded the nanny robot to clean up the ice powder and brown sugar water......

Three big turnip heads, one small turnip head, a rented nanny robot......

The Ice Powder Selling Team is ready to go!

"Boss, your little rabbit cub took Lao Yan's son, the empress's youngest daughter, and the little hairy head of the healing star, and led the nanny robot to sneak out of the apartment by himself!" The spy crouching near the apartment quietly dialed Reelde's light brain.

“！ This little bunny! Running around with ice powder? I haven't even eaten ice powder! ”

Top dog...... Is it time to wonder if you haven't eaten ice powder and Dolby's demon king has eaten ice powder? You little bunny! I have the baby bump of the military boss's house! Ran away!