"Feng Nu, what do you eat every day, why do you only have rice?" Nian Bing asked suspiciously.

Feng Nu lowered her head and said a little embarrassedly: "I drink porridge every day! The master said that porridge is the best to digest. Sometimes, we would buy some vegetables, tear them up and cook them in porridge, and the master said that it would be nutritious enough. I finished eating the dish yesterday, so I'll go buy it now. What do you need?"

"Only drink porridge?" Nian Bing looked at Feng Nu dumbfounded, and said with a wry smile: "Your life is really simple. No need to buy it, let's go out first. ”

The two walked back into the courtyard, Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing, and said embarrassedly: "I originally wanted to keep you for dinner, but I forgot that there is no food, I'm sorry." ”

Nian Bing smiled and shook her head, a trace of inexplicable pity rose in her heart, "It's okay, I have a way." If I can't overcome this, I don't deserve to be a disciple of the ghost kitchen. As he spoke, he looked out into the air, and soon he found his target at the top of the wall. The blue light flashed in his eyes, his wrist pointed to the wall, and the two blue lights flashed, and suddenly, the two pigeons that were playing on the wall were pierced by the blue light and fell on the ground in the yard.

Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing in surprise, "Do you also know martial arts, why did you kill those two pigeons, how pitiful they are!"

Nian Bing said: "I don't know martial arts, it's just a low-level ice magic ice archery technique." You can't kill people, but it's not a big problem to kill a pigeon. Feng Nu, you must know that in the eyes of a chef, as long as everything that can be eaten is a material, since you don't have any ingredients here, I have to make some myself. ”

Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing dissatisfied, "I didn't expect you to be such a cruel person." ”

Nian Bing smiled slightly and said, "Am I cruel? As he spoke, he walked to the corner of the wall and picked up the two pigeons, after eight years of cultivation, his spiritual power had reached a very high level, and the ice arrow that was sent out earlier directly shattered the heads of the two pigeons, and did not make them suffer any more pain.

Holding two pigeons and walking past Feng Nu, looking at her somewhat dull gaze, Nian Bing smiled: "The nutritional value of pigeons is very rich, and it has the effect of strengthening the body and kidneys. Since you call me cruel, don't look at what I do. With that, he walked straight to the kitchen.

"No, I'm going to see it. Feng Nu glared at Nian Bing stubbornly, and followed him into the kitchen.

Nian Bing took a basin, poured some water, returned to the yard, and quickly removed all the hair on the pigeon's body, and then took out its five internal organs and washed the pigeon meat.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of her, Feng Nu frowned again and again, and reluctantly insisted on staying by Nian Bing's side to continue watching. Nian Bing smiled slightly, flipped his wrist, took out the morning dew knife from his arms, and under the command of his spiritual power, the magic power easily condensed the blood and five organs in the basin into ice, turned the basin upside down and knocked it lightly, the ice came out of the basin, Nian Bing grabbed the two washed pigeons in one hand, and sang softly: "The scorching fire, burst out of your inner enthusiasm, explode between heaven and earth, burst into flames." A condensed fireball appeared in front of him, Nian Bing's eyes flashed, and the five-inch diameter of the ball of flames exploded, and with a bang, the entire piece of blood ice disappeared completely, leaving no trace except for a faint stream of water vapor.

Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing blankly, "You, you can have two kinds of magic, ice and fire, how is this possible?"

Nian Bing smiled: "There is nothing impossible in the world, as long as you dare to think and dare to do, fantasy may become a reality." When my chef and I were learning how to cook, we often used this method to destroy garbage, so I guess it didn't leave a mark on the floor. Ice and fire will turn into water vapor, and when I froze the blood before, I had completely fused the five organs of the pigeon inside with the ice, and under the bombardment of the flames, it would naturally disappear. "Burst Flame, a third-order magic, requires the strength of an intermediate magician to cast, and the explosive power is extremely strong.

Taking the pigeon back to the kitchen, Nian Bing grabbed the leg of a pigeon and lifted it up, Feng Nu because of Nian Bing's cruelty to the pigeon, her good impression of him had decreased a lot at this time, leaning against the kitchen door, watching what he was going to do. She was surprised to find that holding the pigeon in her left hand, Nian Bing's whole person seemed to have changed, he stood there, as stable as a rock, and his sharp gaze completely fell on the pigeon, as if he was observing something? Suddenly, he moved, Feng Nu only saw a blue light float out, the light flickered so gorgeously, Nian Bing's right hand was like a phantom at this time, constantly flipping and flickering, and a strip of almost the same flesh continued to pile up on the board below, although she couldn't see the knife shadow clearly, but Feng Nu was surprised to find that in the blue light flashing, the pigeon in Nian Bing's hand had gradually turned into a skeleton. In just a few blinks of an eye, Nian Bing had already changed another pigeon, the blue brilliance was still flickering, and when the two skeletons appeared on the board, there was already a pile of even shredded meat next to it. Nian Bing took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wrapped it around the blade and slowly carried it over, and the frost and mist on the morning dew knife flowed, leaving no trace.

Nian Bing smiled slightly, walked to the stove, pointed with his left hand, a fireball hit the firewood, the flame burned, the pot on the stove was quite clean, the skeletons of the two pigeons were thrown directly into the pot, and the water on the side was injected, but he stopped just before the skeleton. Cover the pot and smile: "Only by turning the original soup into the original food can the nutrients be fully absorbed." ”

Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing dumbfounded, and muttered, "Aren't you really learning martial arts?" She knew very well that although she cultivated her own Dou Qi, the speed of her wrist was definitely not as fast as that of Nian Bing.

Nian Bing said with a smile: "My knife technique can only cut vegetables and meat, and it is just a simple knife, but it is not like you, who has cultivated the Jiuli Dou Qi of Huatian's predecessors." It's a pity that I want to focus on the cultivation of magic, otherwise, I might ask you for some knowledge of vindictiveness. You only have salt here, so I won't make pigeon stew, just make a pigeon rice for you to eat. As he spoke, he took out a small square cloth bag from his waist and spread it out on the board, inside the cloth bag were small cloth bags, each cloth bag was covered with the same thing, different sizes and thicknesses, the largest was a small knife, and the smallest, was a long needle. There are more than ten items in total, most of which are needle-shaped items.

Feng Nu said curiously: "What are you doing with these things? Do you know how to do acupuncture?"

Nian Bing smiled slightly and said, "Needles are not only used for acupuncture, but also for cooking." As he spoke, he took out a basin from the side, scooped up some rice, simply passed it with water, put it beside him, pinched a grain of rice with his left hand, and took out the penultimate needle from the cloth bag with his right hand. With a flick of the wrist, the fire magic red needle pierced directly into the raw rice grain pinched up by the left hand, and at the same time, the little finger of the left hand was picked, and a piece of meat thread passed through the hole at the end of the needle, like a silk thread, and the needle came out from the other end of the rice, and the rice grain was actually pierced by the meat thread. Immediately afterwards, Nian Bing's movements began to speed up, and one rice grain after another continued to be interspersed with needles, and it was skillfully threaded into a string on that piece of meat. The surprise in the eyes of the miraculous virgin Feng Nu became more and more intense, where is this cooking, it is clearly like making a perfect handicraft.

Complex projects are constantly being unleashed in Nian Bing's hands, and his hands are like phantoms, without a trace of lag or omission. However, even at his speed, by the time all the shredded meat was completely clothed with rice grains, half an hour had passed. Looking at the rows of rice grains, Nian Bing smiled, this kind of shredded meat and rice technology, he combined magic to complete, there is no scorching fire needle, it is impossible to wear every grain of rice so evenly, the rice grains are like a bead curtain flat on the board, Nian Bing turned around, opened the lid of the pot, the soup made of pigeon bones exuded a faint fragrance in the steaming heat, took a spoon from the side, carefully picked out the two pigeon bones from the pot, looked at the milky white soup, he hesitated slightly, then turned around, muttered a few words, the faint blue light wrapped the rice grains on the board, and the rice that was worn by the shredded meat was frozen into a piece, and the morning dew knife came out, Gently pick up the rice that has been frozen into pieces and go directly into the pot, sprinkle a thin layer of salt evenly on the ice cubes, cover the pot, put the morning dew knife back into the sheath, and turn to the Feng Nu who has already fallen into a stupor: "Okay, cook it for about half an hour, and you can eat it." Although the pigeon rice tastes good, it is a pity that it is a waste of time, and it will trouble you to wait a little longer. ”

Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing with a strange gaze, "You, are you cooking? If this is done by an ordinary chef, I'm afraid it won't be done in a day." ”

Nian Bing smiled and said, "One day, if it takes one day, the shredded pigeon meat will be inedible for a long time." It's not really meaningful just to make it look good, so wait until you taste it before you draw conclusions. ”

The two walked out of the kitchen, Feng Nu's previous unhappiness had long disappeared in Nian Bing's miraculous cooking skills, and two wooden benches were moved, and the two sat down in the courtyard, Nian Bing looked a little tired, squinted slightly, and looked at the tall ancient tree outside the courtyard wall. Even he himself couldn't tell why he would make such a cumbersome pigeon rice for Feng Nu, although it sounded simple, but the more simple it was, the more it showed the skill of the chef.

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