I rely on culinary skills to cry in the world of comprehension

Su Changqing opened his doggy eyes, and lowered his head in embarrassment, his cheeks flushed, and even his entire neck was stained with a light pink, his fingers were tangled up awkwardly, and he was a little at a loss, Third Senior Sister called him just now What?
But his third senior sister didn't think about that at all, but patted his head again, like petting a dog, "Thank you fourth junior brother, I'll give you an extra portion this time."

When Su Changqing heard this, he didn't bother to think too much, and his dog eyes lit up.

All he could hear was that he could eat more!
Su Changqing ran away happily.

Yan He, who had a panoramic view of all this, shook his head, why is this fourth junior brother like a puppy having fun?
As expected of him.

After Su Changqing left, Yan He took out the spatula that Sixth Junior Sister gave her, and looked at it worriedly. Fortunately, Eighth Junior Sister didn't spoil what Sixth Junior Sister gave her.

Yan He let out a long sigh of relief.

She pressed the meat firmly with a spatula, gripped the heavy pot handle with her left hand, and waved her strong forearm with her right hand, listening to the remaining fur burnt to death in the hot iron pot.

After calming down for a while, Yan He poured cool water on the scorching meat, and boiled it until the skin was splattered.

Out of the pot!

Yan He scraped it clean, blanched it to remove the blood foam and fishy smell, and finally, took out a straight and tough toothpick, and stabbed it at the skin to absorb the excess oil, so that the taste would be more tender.

As the saying goes, the cook's head should not be too oily, and the cook's hands should not be too shaking.

One tael is not too much, one tael is not too much, Yan He's hands accurately weighed 0.8 taels of rock sugar, which is just the right color for frying.

After the six processes of pan-roasting, boiling, scraping with a knife, boiling, hand-squeezing, and needle-punching, the fat and tender streaky flowers are no longer oily or fishy.

Then Yan He put the pig skin down and deep-fried it for a quarter of an hour.

Accompanied by a pleasant sound, the originally white and tender fat will become shiny and shiny, and will emit tons of burnt aroma, and will become crisp and golden.

Yanhe soaks the fried meat in warm water, soaks it until soft, puts it on the chopping board, slices it, sprinkles it with salt and chili powder, seasons it, adds fermented soybeans, adds flavor, pours dark soy sauce, color it, put it on Gloves, grab evenly.

Yan He then transferred to the container, ready to steam on high heat.

Wait, wait, Yan He almost forgot to soak the dried plums for half an hour!
This is a heavy play for buckle meat.

They were already full of water after they had been babbling. After that, they were drained, squeezed dry, and then dried.

In this way, the fragrance of dried plums will be fully released.

Yanhe hot pot with cold oil, dried plums, topped with light soy sauce, fermented soybeans, sprinkled with chili powder, stir-fried evenly, slender and broken small plums, squeezed in a narrow and hot iron pot, the salty aroma gradually became lively, The hot and sour taste is becoming more and more graceful.

Yan He put them in a pot and steamed them on high heat for an hour.

The next one to appear is the screw pepper.

The screw pepper is crooked, waiting for a long time, always ready to be smashed into a thin pepper.

The so-called chili pepper is to throw the cut screw pepper into a hot iron pot, and use a spatula to crush it vigorously until the skin is broken and the flesh is bruised, and the spicy taste is scattered.

The pounded peppers should be put aside to filter out the fat. On the other side, Yan He starts the pot again, puts in garlic and fermented soybeans, stirs until fragrant, adds the fried peppers to taste, and then puts the steamed pork into the pot.

When the chili and braised meat are familiar, they can be cooked immediately!

……

Ju Lan returned to her previous residence, she looked around and was very satisfied.

There is no change from before.

What she looked like before she disappeared is now placed here intact, not even a speck of dust, it seems that someone regularly cleans here.

Ju Lan raised her neck arrogantly, it seems that they still take her seriously.

Ju Lan fell down on her big bed, feeling the soft touch, and felt happy for a while, but when she thought that she and Yelang hadn't seen each other for so long, she couldn't help feeling sour.

What happened to Yelang?

None of the sound transmission notes she sent came back, so why did he go there?
Could it be that he encountered danger in the Demon Realm?

Ju Lan was thinking this way, but she never thought that her Yelang would abandon her and deliberately not reply to her messages.

Because in her heart, Yelang is not such a person.

……

Demon world.

Bloody.Endless bloody mist lingered, and the smell of the smell was nauseating, and the scarlet blood gathered into a river.Broken limbs, internal organs, hands and feet, heads everywhere.
The bodies of unknown gods and gods hang on the bone mountain.Hanging in front of the devil's palace, the tragic state of being subjected to capital punishment before death is still maintained.

The sun was covered in blood, it was a gloomy world of blood-colored Asura.Tall golems stood majestically.But all were stained with scarlet blood.The shape of the continuous magic palace is very close to the head of the monster.Standing in this gloomy purgatory, endless skeletons are floating.Seven or eight huge dry bone mountains stand tall, and the rolling blood river roars under the statues, castles, and bone mountains.

With such a scene outside, the magic palace is full of fun.

"My lord~"

"My lord~"

"Come and drink~"

Several female demon cultivators in scantily clad clothes were sticking to the Demon Venerable's body softly and bonelessly. A female demon cultivator boldly hooked Qian Moye's robe, and two things that were about to come out on her chest were tightly attached to her body. On Mozun's body, he breathed like blue in his ear, "Your Majesty~"

Seeing that the movement of the female demon Xiu's hand became more and more severe, Qian Moye's eyes were fixed, and she held her hand. The female demon Xiu smiled shyly and snuggled into his arms. Qian Moye patted her buttocks, following the trend. Put her in your arms.

Another female demon cultivator fed him fawningly, and another female demon cultivator rubbed her shoulders. Qian Moye narrowed her eyes comfortably. Life in the demon world is simply not too pleasant. .

He just couldn't think of Shu, how could he still think of Ju Lan, whom he hooked up with in the world?

One of the female demon cultivators looked at the sound transmission talismans piled up on the ground, smiled maliciously, bent down to pick up one, looked at Qianmoye with winking eyes, and asked knowingly, "My lord, what are you doing?" What? Why are there so many piles here, would you like Yin'er to clean it up for you?"

Qian Moye didn't even lift her eyelids, her lips moved, "Trash."

Several female demon cultivators covered their mouths and laughed together, and the silver bell-like laughter penetrated the entire magic palace.

They all knew in their hearts that this was something from the cultivation world.

This is a sound transmission note.

Probably, when His Majesty was playing in the realm of cultivation, he inadvertently messed with some humble disciples from a certain sect...

He probably doesn't even know His Majesty's true identity, and has been kept in the dark, which is quite pitiful.

Still an infatuated kind...