After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

Chapter 240
Li Qingmeng gave a rough description according to the recipe, which made the old man drool.

He couldn't wait to urge Li Qingmeng: "Then what are you waiting for, close the stall quickly and go back to cooking!"

Li Qingmeng couldn't wait for it, she quickly closed the stall, and then led Qingkong to follow the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man was also waiting for Li Qingmeng to lead the way.

The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

It was the old man who broke the weird silence first: "Let's go! Go to your place!"

Li Qingmeng: "Aren't you from this city?"

The old man stared: "My little old man is home everywhere, wherever there is delicious food, that's my home."

Li Qingmeng: "It's such a coincidence, so do I."

The two evaded each other, but it turned out that the old man didn't even stay at the inn, so Li Qingmeng had no choice but to take him to the inn where the two were staying.

She comforted herself that at least it would ensure her safety. If she really followed the old man, what if there was another trap.

After thinking about it, she took out the recipe, turned to the page on making snow leopard meat, took a look at the side dishes that needed to be used, and memorized them in her mind.

Then she wandered around the market with the old man and Qing Kong, bought all the side dishes, and then went to the inn.

When they returned to the room, Li Qingmeng looked up, the room was not too big, and the three of them stood in the empty space, feeling a little cramped.

She turned melancholy to find a place to start the stove.

In the end, I had to set up a small stove away from the bed and near the window.

Fortunately, Li Qingmeng didn't lack these tools. Gong Yumo had prepared enough for her, and she had also snatched up the whole set of equipment from the kitchen in the secret realm.

She sneakily opened the door and glanced outside, for fear that the people in the inn would drive them out if they found smoke in the room.

Seeing that there was no inn clerk passing by, she hurriedly bolted the door tightly, went back to the stove, and lit the stove.

As long as Qingkong has something to eat, he will obediently wait by the side, while the old man sits on a chair by the window, watching Li Qingmeng busy with his work with great interest.

Li Qingmeng took out the recipe first, and prepared all kinds of side dishes and condiments according to the instructions above.

Then let the old man take out his beloved snow leopard meat, cut the meat into small pieces, put it in boiling water to remove the foam, and fish it out again.

Put all kinds of herbs and seasonings, together with the snow lotus, into the pot, slowly boil the water, wait for the fragrance of the snow lotus to come out, then put the snow leopard meat in and cook slowly.

The meat was gurgling slowly in the stove, and Li Qingmeng felt that it would be a little awkward for a few people to just look at the stove like this, so he took the initiative to chat with the old man.

The old man didn't hide anything, and answered whatever he asked.

He said his surname was Feng, and it was fine for them to call him Old Man Feng.

For the sake of the meat in the pot, Li Qingmeng respectfully called him "Grandpa Feng".

Old man Feng told Qingkong and Li Qingmeng about his previous experiences of traveling around and finding various ingredients, which was very interesting and novel.

Li Qingmeng and Qingkong were fascinated by what they heard, the atmosphere was not at all the embarrassment that Li Qingmeng was afraid of.

Unknowingly, a strange fragrance wafted out of the pot, the fragrance of snow lotus and the fragrance of the seasoning were cooked out and blended into the snow leopard meat.

Li Qingmeng took out the jade chopsticks, lifted the lid of the pot, and poked the snow leopard meat inside, feeling that the meat was already very soft.

She habitually took out the sacred jade chopsticks that had turned all red, looked down at the pot, and didn't notice the way the old man looked at the jade chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)