Next is leek eggs, cabbage stewed pork, boiled cabbage, back to the pot meat, steamed fresh and tender rape flowers, and a light and refreshing bowl of steamed egg custard, although it is not hearty, it is just some ordinary home-cooked dishes, but it makes people really want to eat everything, there is a strong taste of home. At least, that's what the little black mouse thinks.

By the time the hot chicken soup and fish soup were brought to the table, the other seven people were already in place, although Wan Qing and the four of them were a little entangled in why they should be investigating the case in the Yamen at the moment, but now they appeared at the dinner table of the Dragon Mansion, but no matter what, they were really a little hungry, and the taste of the chicken soup and fish soup was really tempting, so Wan Qing no longer bothered about these many things, but Qi Jun glanced at Feng Qingling, who was busy serving the dishes, uneasily.

After Feng Qingling served the seven dishes and two soups, she was very obediently ready to go down with Dianmo, she was actually gambling, betting that Long Xiangyu would stop her and let her sit down and eat together.

Sure enough, she didn't make a mistake, Long Xiangyu spoke at this time.

"Let's sit down and eat together!"

Hmph! Count yourself smart! Otherwise, sooner or later, you will suffer! Feng Qingling smiled proudly, and her eyebrows were raised.

Eating this together, naturally, also includes some ink.

"Who is this little brother?" Qi Jun glanced at Dianmo, if he remembered correctly, there was no such person when he first came. What is the origin of this group of people, he has to be suspicious.

"Back to the uncle, the little one is the one who is Miss Feng, and the little one Miss Feng sent out in the morning to inquire about something, and then came back, so the few masters didn't see the little one in the morning. Although Dianmo is afraid of Feng Qingling, he is not afraid of these human beings, he stands aside obediently, and answers very methodically, how can there be Lao Daxian to explain these at this time, they are little demons, they should deal with these small things for Daxian.

Feng Qingling was very satisfied, sat on Long Xiangyu's left hand position, and said to Dianmo: "Sit down and eat!"

"Just go back to the kitchen and eat a little! The girl doesn't have to worry about the little one!" Dian Mo was moved, but he was very knowledgeable and interesting, and quit after speaking.

In fact, there was no food in the kitchen, and even the chicken soup and chicken legs that Feng Qingling had promised him were not left, because Feng Qingling originally planned to let him eat with him. But now the official who asked the question had obviously suspected Daxian and them, although he didn't know why Daxian wanted to hide his identity, but he couldn't let himself be a trouble for Daxian's sister.

Feng Qingling was a little reluctant, coughed dryly, and glared at the useless Ao Yan, but the guy who couldn't help was eating very well.

"Our Feng girl's cooking skills are really getting better and better!" Ao Yan was inexplicably stared at, busy giving full play to his potential, and praised Feng Qingling, originally thought that he could pass the test, but looking at the expression of this Feng princess, it seems that she is still not satisfied, come again, "Especially this soup, oops, the deliciousness and mellow aroma of the chicken are all stewed, it is simply a delicacy in the world!"

The other people are also inexplicable, is it delicious in the world? Isn't it? But it's really delicious.

Long Xiangyu lowered his head and drank the chicken soup, and from time to time he sandwiched a chopstick dish, and inadvertently, he sandwiched every dish here. glanced at Feng Qingling, and sure enough, he found that Feng Qingling was looking at him, and seemed to be looking forward to his evaluation, but he just smiled faintly, his eyes were bright and dark, but he didn't say a word.

Feng Qingling made every dish here when they lived in seclusion in their first life, and at that time, she really made a mess, and then she stopped doing it, forcing the nearby mountain gods to come over every day to cook for their family. In later lives, they either faced each other as high immortals, even if they had gone through the world, they were extremely noble, and where was their turn to cook by themselves?

Feng Qingling raised his eyebrows at him proudly, in fact, the immortal family should not be more involved in these meaty things, it will be contaminated with the breath of other creatures for the aura on the body, so that the aura is not pure, but people who cultivate like them no longer need to scruple so much when they reach such a situation.

In a good mood, Feng Qingling ate an extra steamed bun, and after eating, he went out to see the poor little guy, and sure enough, he saw him squatting at the kitchen door with his stomach covered, looking at some of the remaining vegetables and meat, but he didn't dare to take it and fry it without authorization.

Feng Qingling smiled, rolled up her sleeves and walked over, and said, "Today is my broken promise, the chicken soup and meat that should be given to you are no longer available, but how about I stir-fry a dish for you to make up for it?" She wouldn't say 'make amends', because she didn't say this word even when facing Long Xiangyu, who was physically and mentally injured by her in previous lives.

Although Feng Qingling is sometimes very easy-going, sometimes she has a pride that others can't understand.

The phoenixes are all proud, but their pride is at different points.

"No, no, no Lao Daxian!" Dian Mo was already very happy when he heard that he could eat the leftovers, and hurriedly stood up and waved his hand.

Feng Qingling pressed it on the position where he was squatting, and although his voice did not fluctuate, he said very majestically: "Sit down!" After speaking, he didn't care about him, and went to put the remaining chicken pieces and mushrooms in the pot that had been washed with ink and stewed, "Go, let's burn the fire!" Saying this, he didn't look at him, but just started to deal with the pork and green vegetables, and marinated them first.

She was not in a hurry to fry, she began to wash the remaining fresh rape flowers and cut them into small pieces, put them in a small clay pot, sprinkled an appropriate amount of flour and began to mix with chopsticks, after mixing well, opened the pot of chicken soup that was burning with ink, put the grate, and put the clay pot on it. Dianmo was very excited to see her movements, in this way, even the rape flower steamed vegetables have the taste of chicken soup, although some of them cover up the original sweet fragrance of rape flowers, but Dianmo loves the taste of chicken the most, so he won't care about her doing it at all. Moreover, eating steamed vegetables and drinking chicken soup, even steamed buns are saved, which is absolutely delicious.

Feng Qingling waited for a quarter of an hour before starting to prepare the stir-fry, during which the two didn't even say a word, Dianmo was patronized and greedy, but Feng Qingling just smiled and didn't say anything. I really think the little guy is very cute, she doesn't have such a cute, obedient and capable little follower around her, and she likes him a little bit in her heart and treats him as her own.

Feng Qingling is very protective, and she will never treat her own people badly.

Of course, as your own person, it is a necessity to endure her bad taste once in a while.