Lu Muqing's hand did not stop, and he quickly poured the dying duck into the boiling water.

The heat was so thick that the ducks couldn't even make their last call.

And Lu Muqing hovered in mid-air with his hands, slowly waiting for the duck to die.

Lu Muqing knew in his heart that when he had enough time, he shot again, and actually used a pair of ordinary chopsticks to clamp the duck's neck, and with a flip of his wrist, he fished it back from the boiling water.

Of course, this is from time to time because of how strong Lu Muqing is, but it is a kind of ingenuity.

He watched it, and he couldn't help but admire it tightly.

Immediately, I saw Lu Muqing plucking his hair with his bare hands.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that Mr. Lu, who was strategizing, also had such experience in plucking duck feathers.

Lu Muqing's hands are not fast, but they are stable, and they can get rid of eight or nine of them, in vain, so that the duck is naked.

Then, Lu Muqing carefully pulled out the kitchen knife.

The knife was not necessarily shiny, but it was steady, and it cut along the belly of the duck. Sometimes because it is unfavorable and it is not cut, Lu Muqing will cut it again.

Watching it handle the internal organs of the duck slowly, it is like cooking tea, which is worth admiring.

After the half-ripe duck was processed, Lu Muqing sprinkled Shaoxing wine around the duck, then took several different fruits, washed and selected, and stuffed them into the duck's broken belly.

Ben was a little shriveled duck, as if he was full, and his belly was really filled.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Muqing took out the steamer from the cabinet again, put the drunken duck on the hollow cage, adjusted the hot fire finely, and let the wine slowly steam into the duck meat, while waiting for the tender duck meat to tense.

In the process of waiting, Lu Muqing didn't say a word, just sat on a small bench, carefully observed the changes in the fire and the volatilization of steam, and then made slight adjustments.

Ling Xiang and Mrs. Lu were not surprised, at such a time, they had already held hands and sat on the side, talking about women's homely things.

Lu Muqing's youngest son was barely able to maintain his upright body by jumping the corner of the table, so he stared at him intently.

Although the little baby has not had time to speak, she already likes and dislikes people.

Zhu Hong looks stupid and fighting, often let himself sit on his shoulders, running around, the little baby likes it the most; Ling Xiang's body is soft and fragrant, and the little baby also wants to get into Ling Xiang's arms the most; Jian Ming is a little serious, at most he only brings him some sugar, so he doesn't even look at it very much; as for Fan Ru, the little baby is annoying, probably related to the intelligence he reveals at any time.

But now this person is different.

The little baby hugged the table legs, curious and scared.

This person seems to have a lot of past, so he can't help but want to dig into it.

There was a bloody aura on this person's body, which made him a little afraid.

Of course, he wouldn't have known that there was such a small pair of eyes behind him scrutinizing him.

He also seemed to be settled, his eyes did not blink, staring at Lu Muqing who was not moving, and even sweated and quietly slid down his cheeks.

And at this time, Lu Muqing couldn't sit still after all.

Lu Muqing wet a rag, wrapped his hands, and then went to uncover the steamer, the steaming mist was like a wild wave, and it swept the whole room in an instant, and even the temperature rose a little.

Goodbye, Lu Muqing quietly took out a brush and began to evenly coat the mouth-watering oil on the skin of the duck.