The oil is coated in three layers, and then placed in the furnace to receive the heat from all directions, and within a few moments, the fragrance is overflowing.

The little baby's nose was cocked, and she looked intoxicated.

And Ling Xiang also took two steps, came to his side, pinched the flesh on his waist, and said.

"See?"

He was fully engaged in the process of Lu Muqing's duck cooking, and there was no mistake or omission in any step, which was naturally the Tao.

"See. ”

Ling Xiang asked again.

"Do you understand?"

He could only shake his head.

Even if he grasped the heat was enough for him to think for a while, and the bloodletting techniques, the slicing of the abdomen, the severity of the spilling of wine, and so on, of course, he could learn a little with his eyes, but he would never be able to make a mouth-watering taste.

Now he understands more deeply that whether it is martial arts, tea ceremony, or cooking ceremony, they need to be carefully ground in order to have their own set.

Lu Muqing has begun to wash his hands.

The intense concentration and operation made his hands tremble.

If Lu Muqing also had the opportunity to learn martial arts, of course he would be a top master now.

But after all, he is just a scholar who dances and splashes ink and is elegant, and in this peaceful and troubled world, only the corner of Moyutang can fulfill his ambitions.

Lu Muqing muttered.

"Alright. ”

Ling Xiang hurriedly asked him to go to the cellar and take out the ducks.

Immediately the house was filled with incense.

The little baby couldn't even stand steadily, but she struggled to climb onto the table.

Lu Muqing glared at him, and the little baby immediately didn't dare to move.

Instead, Mrs. Lu gently picked it up and waited for the fragrance in her arms.

The golden duck not only overflows with a fragrance that captures the five senses, but also emits a bright and eye-catching light, and the sparkling oil that floats on the skin makes people can't help but swallow their saliva.

Lu Muqing took the knife again and cut it along the texture of the duck.

The gravy with the smell of wine mixed up with the oil, and his eyes began to be greedy.

And the fruit stuffed in the duck's belly has already burst, and all the pulp is wrapped in the flesh, so the duck's skin is golden on the outside, but bright red on the inside.

Lu Muqing cut a piece to his wife first.

Mrs. Lu still spoiled her youngest son, and of course that piece of meat was stuffed into the little baby's mouth.

Just look at it while chewing, while staring at the excited eyes, extremely cute.

Lu Muqing then cut a piece for Ling Xiang.

Ling Xiang couldn't wait for a long time. I have eaten all the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, even if Lu Muqing's duck makes him dream the most. After the lips and teeth come into contact with the duck meat, the satisfaction on the face is even worse than the joy of fish and water*.

Then, Lu Muqing cut a piece for him.

He is not a glutton, and many times, coarse tea and light rice will be enough at once.

Now, that plain heart is all tempted by this piece of duck meat.

After all, he opened his mouth and ate the meat, and his consciousness was blurred.

It's starting to snow outside again.

In winter, it snows inherently.

Of course, snow can be described as crystal clear and white, and snow can also be described as bleak and cold.

But Ling Xiang felt warm.

Sitting in the house, accompanied by the man you love, eating delicious food, and watching the snow fluttering outside the window.

So the snow melted in Ling Xiang's warm heart.

Now Ling Xiang's smile is very beautiful and sweet, everyone wants to see it.

But snow is still snow after all, covering everything with indifference and ruthlessness.