After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 970 Aroma
The high-sounding words came out and the four big guys next to him felt a little guilty.

Is there still room for improvement?

They were just greedy and wanted to eat, and no one wanted to eat what they had cooked.

The four people looked guilty, but the two people talking to them were Qingfeng Jiyue, and there was nothing wrong with them on their faces.

"Oh? Sorry, I didn't think well."

Feng Yin seemed to have just thought of this, and blamed himself for being careless. He took out a spoon and bowl from the cleaned table.

"I'll give half to everyone later, and I'll eat the remaining half with my friends, okay?"

May I?
I wanted to say no, but the four anxious people still didn't speak and gave Shui Musheng the right to speak.

"Of course."

Shui Musheng smiled at Feng Yin, and felt more and more that Feng Yin was a good Go player. Look at his ability to tell lies with open eyes, how stable he is.

If Feng Yin knew what Shuimusheng was thinking, she would reply: "To each other."

Feng Yin said five minutes, and it really meant five minutes.

She doesn't need a watch, timer or anything else. She can grasp the best temperature of Dongpo Pork by just relying on her sense of smell.

Once the heat is up, turn off the heat, simmer for two minutes, and prepare to lift the lid.

Feng Yin folded a white towel in half several times, placed it on the lid of the earthen pot, and opened it.

At that moment, for the five people, it was like a hundred flowers blooming, refreshing the heart and mind.

The fragrant aroma flows into the limbs and bones, and the bones are about to become crispy.

Xu Mingshan and Hu Dashan couldn't help but smack their lips, as if they could eat several bowls of rice just by the aroma.

The fragrance dispersed domineeringly and slipped out through the classroom door. The fragrance made people in other classrooms scratch their heads.

Other classrooms all know that the fragrance in the cooking class is a bit overbearing, but the fragrance in the past is different from today.

In the past, they could hold it back and at most buy themselves some delicious food to satisfy their cravings after class. But today's taste is no longer a matter of satisfying one's craving, it's making one's heart itch.

This is true outside, not to mention inside the house.

Even an emotional master like Shui Musheng lost his mind.

In such a state, Feng Yin could only think of two words: stable.

You must know that Feng Yin definitely put in real effort into these meats today.

She has a secret technique. When processing the meat, she gives it a massage.

Nowadays, supplies are abundant, but the taste is not as natural and pure as before.

The quality of a cook depends partly on his craftsmanship and partly on his ingredients.

Feng Yin's technique allows her to squeeze out some bad impurities in the meat.

It's just that this technique is very tiring, and Feng Yin's arms are still sore, but it seems worth it now.

She believes that anyone who has eaten this bowl of meat will never forget it.

"I will give you two of the four pieces of meat, and you will divide the rest among yourself and I will take away the rest."

As Feng Yin spoke, he took out the meat.

The color is ruddy, with bright soup. The meat looks well-defined, and the fat meat gives people a crystal clear texture.

Just the appearance alone will whet your appetite.

Feng Yin placed two pieces of Dongpo pork in the bowl, and she poured some soup on them with a spoon.

"Let some teachers taste this."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yin quickly took out the other two pieces of meat from the earthen pot and put them into the lunch box she had prepared long ago, and also scooped out the soup.

"Excuse me, I have something to do, so I'll take the first step."