Destiny Little Crazy Concubine

Chapter 1878

With short legs, she tiptoed to the river and stood behind Lan Ke.

Feng Yunhan noticed his younger sister walking by, but he didn't make a sound.

"Ah—" Lan Ke grabbed a long flying feather and pulled it out forcefully.

"It's not like that." Feng Qingyan who was standing behind him suddenly said quietly.

"Ah!" Lan Ke was startled and screamed.

"Hey..." Feng Qing smiled wickedly.

"You stinky girl! You scared me to death!" Lan Ke threw the black bird in her hand on the rocky beach, stood up, and glared at Feng Qingyan.

"These chickens, ducks, and birds are plucked, that's not how they do it!"

"Then how?"

"I said Sister Lan Ke, have you never been in the kitchen at home?"

"Yes, so what?" Lan Ke glanced at the black bird that was thrown at his feet and only pulled out a few feathers after a long time of effort.

"Will the female red meet?"

"No, no! You will?"

"I..." Thinking of the purse and handkerchief embroidered with only a "duck" that I gave to Xiao Yuchen, Feng Qingyan grinned, "Hey, I don't know how either."

"Then you still ask!" Lan Ke also laughed.

"I just said that casually!" Feng Qingyan didn't care, just laughed at herself!Adjust the atmosphere! "Sister Lan Ke won't just focus on cultivation at home, will she?"

"About it! Dance with a knife and a gun when you have time! Unlike Xiao Ning, the Hou Mansion is also from a scholarly family, and has been educated in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. I didn't like those since I was a child. Dad is also a military commander, so he is happy to teach me. So, he knows almost nothing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Not to mention female red, look at it!" Said, Lan Ke stretched out his hands in front of Feng Qingyan, "Where is my hand that can hold a needle and thread!"

Lan Ke, 13 years old, has already grown in stature.A pair of slender hands seemed to be slightly wider than those of ordinary girls, and their fingers were also stronger. It looked like someone who had practiced martial arts all year round.Not as slender and tender as ordinary girls.

When it comes to holding a needle and thread, Feng Qingyan looked down at her pair of light white and delicate hands, um, it looked like she was holding a needle and thread!It's a pity that this needle is not that needle, and this thread is not that thread!Who would have thought that a pair of hands that are comfortable with sewing needles and threads would be very clumsy when picking up embroidery needles and threads!

"Sister Lan Ke, let me teach you! If you keep doing it like this, you won't be able to pull out one of them in the dark! If you don't die from exhaustion, you will starve to death!"

"You know how to do it?" Lan Ke looked at the girl in front of her who was four years younger than herself, not quite convinced.

Feng Qingyan raised her chin, and was a little proud: "Of course!"

Well, foodies usually have good craftsmanship, this is a truth.

Lan Ke raised her eyebrows and stood aside to watch.

Feng Qingyan took out a large iron pot and put it on the river beach, and used her mental power to draw a pot of water from the river, sacrificed the spiritual fire, and boiled the water without using a stove.

The temperature of the Youming Lingyan is extremely high, a large pot of water boils in the blink of an eye.Turn down the spirit fire, leaving only a small circle around the bottom of the big iron pot, keeping the water in the pot boiling.

"Look at it!" Bending down, stretched out his small hand, grabbed the two paws of a black bird, held it in his hand, and put his head down into the boiling cauldron, "Don't let go, just hold it like this, hot A few times..." He said, while making movements with his hands, he lifted the black bird upside down and scalded it in the pot.

(End of this chapter)