There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 64 The correct way to open?

In the kitchen, the smoke lingers and turns into pear blossoms, making it impossible to tell the truth from the illusion.

At this time, I saw pear blossom beads embellished heavily, not a bit choking, but more fragrant, refreshing the lungs and making people intoxicated and unable to wake up.

I don't know when, when the pear blossoms dispersed, Yan Qingkong woke up, and saw that the few hundred-year-old fragrant pear firewood had been burned up in the stove.

"Tsk tsk, amazing!"

Yan Qingkong was amazed, shocked by the scene in front of him, and asked with some doubts: "Could it be... this is the correct way to open it?"

"Could it be that what I did before was not right?"

He hesitated, and then recalled carefully.

That cold fragrance seems to be very extraordinary and has a special effect. He thought: "The foie gras is directly roasted by the fierce fire, so it is very easy to get angry..."

"Moreover, a ray of anger has to be blended in."

Suddenly, he vaguely understood something, and kept thinking about it.

"Anger melts into the liver, and when it encounters fierce fire, it can be transformed into violent anger, which can also be said to be exuberant anger..."

The more Yan Qingkong speculates, the more he seems to understand.

"When that ray of anger burns, it will make people blush, irritable and irritable. Is this the reason why people get angry after eating 'angry'?"

At this time, Yan Qingkong was a little surprised, and then he continued to push it according to his train of thought, it seemed that "happy eyebrows" could also be pushed out.

However, "joy" is softer and less violent than "anger", so no special fuel is needed.

"Excessive anger will burn the lungs and attack the heart."

At this time, Yan Qingkong basically understood, and continued to speculate: "Therefore, special fuel is needed, just like this century-old fragrant pear tree."

"Fragrant pears are cold in nature, nourish the lungs and cool the heart."

"In this way, although the foie gras is roasted fiercely, the fireworks have the characteristics of fragrant pears, which can protect the lungs and heart from the burning of the liver..."

He looked at the two bundles of century-old fragrant pear firewood, then picked up one to look at it, and smelled it closely, and said: "Although this century-old fragrant pear tree is not a fragrant pear, its medicinal properties are probably better than fragrant pears." Pears are better..."

He put down the firewood, took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance.

"It seems that I have done things like 'Happy Eyebrows' and 'Everything Is Hard' before. Although there is nothing wrong with it, it is not the best way, and the fuel is also very important..."

At this time, Yan Qingkong was a little surprised, and said: "If I use the corresponding fuel, and then do 'Happy Eyebrows', 'Everything is Hard', etc., the effect should be even better."

"Come again!"

Yan Qingkong was in a happy mood, and started a fire again in the stove belly.

When the century-old fragrant pear tree burned, the smoke rose again and turned into pear blossoms, which still amazed him.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the century-old pear tree in the stove had burned out again.

"Uh……"

He froze for a moment, unexpectedly he was bewitched again, intoxicated by the fragrance of pear blossoms.

"Wake up, wake up!"

He told himself in his heart not to be confused by the smoke anymore.

The century-old fragrant pear tree is burning for the third time, and the pear blossoms are still in full bloom for three thousand miles, and the soft and beautiful artistic conception is intoxicating.

"I'm dizzy!"

When Yan Qingkong came back to his senses, he found that the firewood had been burned again, and said: "This deceptiveness is too strong, isn't it? In this way, haven't I been confused all the time, how can I roast foie gras?"

He stood there, staring at the stove, suddenly speechless.

"Again, I don't believe it, this time I'm still bewitched!"

Yan Qingkong believed in his willpower more, and added firewood to the stove again to start a fire, and kept muttering in his mouth to remind himself not to be confused anymore.

But in the end, he was deceived for the fourth time and was intoxicated in the sea of ​​pear blossoms.

"Oh shit!"

Yan Qingkong was speechless and annoyed, then hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Is my willpower so unbearable? It shouldn't be, my willpower should be quite strong."

When the fire was lit for the fifth time, he immediately bit his tongue.

This time, he was not deceived, so he was overjoyed, so he quickly picked up the marinated foie gras and put it on the stove to roast it.

"puff!"

A muffled sound woke him up.

The foie gras on the stove had already been fried to charcoal, but as he expected, it was the first time after all.

Fail, understandably.

He didn't pay much attention either.

However, what caught his attention was that he was deceived again, this was already the fifth time.

At this time, with a helpless expression on his face, he shook his head and lit the fire for the sixth time, and immediately bit his tongue to keep himself awake.

When the second foie gras was placed on the stove belly, he bit his tongue again.

"Zizi-"

Roasted on the foie gras, it made a sizzling sound.

And he, controlling the grill, turned it from time to time so as not to be scorched by the fierce fire.

At the same time, through the longevity recipe, the incorporation of longevity vitality is controlled, so that it can be evenly melted into the foie gras.

At this time, he was a little puzzled, shook his head and said: "It is said that frying foie gras on a low fire is a world classic. It's no wonder that the fire doesn't burn."

Before he finished speaking, the foie gras smelled burnt.

"really!"

Yan Qingkong acted like I knew it.

However, the foie gras has not yet been fried, and it seems that it can continue to be roasted.

"Damn, if I bite like this, my tongue will almost be bitten off. Could it be that my method is wrong? I shouldn't torture people like this. How can anyone cook to kill himself by biting his tongue?"

Yan Qingkong bit his tongue to keep his mind clear and not be confused by the pear blossoms transformed by the smoke.

However, this way of staying awake is really weird.

puff--

Well, the foie gras exploded suddenly when he merged into that wisp of anger.

Because that wisp of anger melted into the foie gras, and then it was roasted by fierce fire, and suddenly turned into a wisp of violent anger, which frantically surged in the foie gras.

It's no wonder it doesn't fry the furnace.

The second time, it's still understandable, Yan Qingkong didn't care, after all, the ray of anger wasn't well integrated.

At this time, he added firewood to the stove, picked up the third foie gras and grilled it. After a while, it was golden brown and exuded a particularly attractive aroma.

This fragrance is indescribable, and only when you are in it can you know its beauty.

Yan Qingkong was so amazed that he couldn't help but close his eyes and feel it carefully.

When he was intoxicated, the strange fragrance suddenly turned into a fiery burnt smell, and after being inhaled into his lungs, it turned into a raging fire, which actually ignited in his lungs.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yan Qingkong coughed violently and was choked badly.

Moreover, he felt the scorching heat in his lungs, as if a ray of flame was swaying...

"Fuck! What's going on?!"

Yan Qingkong was furious, feeling his lungs were burning badly, he quickly took a breath when he thought of something, the smoke from century-old fragrant pears.

And the fragrant pear smoke, the fragrance is cold, and it seems to carry a chill.

After being sucked into the lungs, it seemed to turn into a ray of ice, and immediately extinguished that ray of flame.

At this time, his heart felt better, but his complexion was not good, and he was already full of anger before he said "angry".

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