Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1208: Practicing Knife Skills

As soon as Zhang Xiaofeng heard the other party say this, he naturally retorted: "No, I just..."

Zhang Zhifan glanced at Zhang Xiaofeng, and frowned slightly: "Okay, stop arguing! You go back to me and wait for punishment."

Hearing his father's stern words, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't even lift his drooping head.

Feng Qian frowned when she heard Zhang Zhifan's words.

As a leader, to protect others indiscriminately like this, it seems that he is not a person who can distinguish right from wrong.Forget it, it's settled anyway.

Feng Qian flicked her sleeves and was about to leave, unwilling to meddle in other people's affairs.

"Girl, please stay!"

Zhang Zhifan walked up to Feng Qian and saluted.

"I haven't thanked the girl for saving my life. I am the president of the East Qin Guoling Kitchen Association, Zhang Zhifan. I don't know what to call the girl?"

"It's just a meeting by chance, the name is not worth mentioning, so I'm leaving." After seeing the president's handling of things, Feng Qian didn't even bother to offer politeness, and left with just a few perfunctory words.

Back in the middle of the line, the little prince looked at her with a smile on his face.

Feng Qian deliberately wanted to chill him, so that he could reflect on himself, but the little prince insisted on admitting his mistake first.

"Queen mother, don't be angry, Ye'er knows his mistake. Father has already educated Ye'er well!"

Feng Qian pretended to ignore him, pulled her hand out of her son's arms, and said, "Do you know that you almost killed someone just now?"

"Queen, I was wrong, and Ye'er will never dare again."

"Ye'er, you have to remember that everyone's life is equal, no matter how humble they are."

"Ye'er saw that he was bullying too much, so I couldn't help it..."

"It's okay to teach people, but you have to know how to measure it. If your father and I don't arrive in time today, that person might die. He is certainly at fault, but the crime is not fatal!"

In fact, Feng Qian also agrees with his son to help the strong and help the weak, but unfortunately he does not have enough ability to control the sense of proportion. Once the sense of proportion is out of control, it is not helping others, but harming others.

She hoped that he would understand that fighting the strong and helping the weak also requires strength and wisdom.What's more, if the opponent's strength is higher than his, once he fails to sneak attack, he will be the one who will be in danger at that time.

Only then did the little prince realize that he had made a big mistake, and immediately knelt down and said, "Queen Mother, I made a mistake, and Ye'er will never dare again."

Seeing his seriousness, Feng Qian seemed to know that he was wrong, so she helped him up and said, "It's good that Ye'er knows that he's wrong, but he must be punished if he makes a mistake. Go back today and copy the Huayan Sutra."

The little prince squinted his mouth, and said aggrievedly: "Yes. Ye'er knows."

Feng Qian looked at his reluctance: "You don't seem to be convinced! Then copy it twice!"

The little prince hurriedly smashed garlic and nodded: "Convinced, convinced. Queen Mother, just once!"

The little prince stretched out a little finger, bargaining, Feng Qian looked at his cute appearance, couldn't help laughing, but still shook her head cruelly.

"No, just say it twice!"

The little prince had a bitter look on his face, and both Xuanyuan Che and Sikong Shengjie gave him sympathetic looks.

After solving the farce just now, the gate of the city was quickly cleared, and Feng Qian and his party were finally able to enter the city before dark, and then found an inn to stay.

"Shopkeeper, come to two good guest rooms."

"Okay, all of you, please."

Everyone followed Xiao Er to the door of the guest room, Feng Qian directly picked one, and walked in with the little prince.Xuanyuanche also spontaneously followed in the footsteps of his wife and son, but he was driven back before he crossed the threshold.

"Why are you here?" Feng Qian hugged the little prince and looked at him strangely.

"what?"

Xuanyuan Che was caught off guard when Feng Qian asked this question, and he couldn't figure out the meaning of the words for a moment.

"You sleep on the opposite side, the bed in the inn is too small to accommodate you."

Feng Qian looked at Xuanyuan Che's somewhat astonished face, and felt a little teasing in her heart.After finishing speaking, he closed the door neatly, and the little prince secretly made a face when he got there.

Listen to what this is saying!

The bed in the inn was too small to accommodate him, so could the other bed be able to accommodate the two big men sleeping together?

Sikong Shengjie at the side didn't take the opportunity to say anything sarcastic, but just walked over and patted his senior brother on the shoulder, pretending to be generous and said: "Senior brother, you know my temper, I don't like to be in the same room with others, but look For the sake of you being my senior brother, I can still lend my room to you as a floor shop."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Che was so angry that smoke would come out of his head.

He really deserves to be his good junior, he is so generous that he wants to let him play on the floor.

Xuanyuanche stood in the corridor, looking at the two closed doors, he didn't want to leave or stay, he was very aggrieved.

At this time, Feng Qian opened the door and looked at him with a suppressed smile: "Okay, come in quickly! Just now Ye'er said he was hungry, I will go to the kitchen of the inn to see if there is anything to eat."

Under Xiao Er's guidance, Feng Qian found the small kitchen in the backyard.

However, before the person entered, he heard the sound of chopping vegetables first.

In the middle of the night, is there really someone cooking?

Feng Qian pushed the door open and went in, only to see a young man with his back to the door, standing in front of the chopping board, cutting radishes intently, without even noticing that someone pushed the door in, she took a closer look, good guy, this three-foot-long There is already a mountain of shredded radishes piled up on the chopping board.

only……

It's just that the shredded radishes are as thick as fingers, and there is a basket of washed white radishes piled up next to the chopping board.

This is not chopping vegetables, it is clearly practicing how to chop vegetables!
Feng Qian stood there quietly watching the young man immerse himself in his culinary world, waving the kitchen knife in his hand forgetfully, adding a play to himself from time to time.

"Well, Zhang Xiaofeng, this slice of radish of yours is cut very well, even in thickness, looking up to the light, there is a faint light coming through..."

"This piece is also cut well, as thin as a flap, as thin as a hair!"

"Zhang Xiaofeng, you can do it! You will definitely become the best chef!"

"Pfft..." Feng Qian couldn't help watching, and snickered.

As soon as Zhang Xiaofeng was startled, he turned around and saw a fairy-like figure standing behind him, covering his lips with a slight smile, he couldn't help staring blankly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"You, you're not..." Zhang Xiaofeng stammered.

"Yes, we met at the gate of the city during the day." Feng Qian smiled.

Zhang Xiaofeng also remembered it, his face flushed instantly, thinking that the fairy in front of him had seen all his foolishness just now, and suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassing: "Sorry, I was just now..."

Does the other party feel that his brain is sick?

"Are you practicing knife skills?"

Feng Qian walked to the chopping board and looked at the mess on the table.but……

She saw the kitchen knife lying quietly on the chopping board at a glance.

Looking closely at the knife blade, although the surface is unpretentious and there are no patterns on the surface, there is always a faint light green aura fluctuating around the kitchen knife.Hold it in your hand, you can still see faint dark lines on the spine of the knife.

Unexpectedly, this kitchen knife turned out to be a fourth-grade spiritual weapon.

(End of this chapter)