There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 65
At noon, Changsheng Inn.

Yan Qingkong walked out of the kitchen with a displeased face.

He didn't expect that he would be the first to get angry before making the angry dish "Furious".

At this time, he was sitting on the steps, looking at the sea of ​​clouds.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, trying to calm down the agitation in his heart to calm himself down.

After about a quarter of an hour, the impatience receded, and he showed a helpless wry smile.

"I'm angry, I'm really angry, I got angry before I ate." He shook his head, took out his phone and looked, and found that it was past twelve o'clock.

"time flies."

He sighed a little, entered the inn at [-] o'clock in the morning, and five hours passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, his stomach gurgled, and he found that his stomach was already empty. In the past five hours, his essence, energy, and spirit were highly concentrated, and he was consuming a lot of energy...

After sitting for a while, he went back to the kitchen and made himself a dish of "Happy Eyebrows" and a dish of "Every grain is hard work".

As he sat down and was about to eat, the poem came back to him.

But at this moment, his complexion became a little ugly, and he wanted to slap himself, and he actually made himself a "every grain is hard work" like a ghost.

Isn't this a typical draw?
"When the day of hoeing is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of Chinese food on the plate is hard work."

When he finished speaking, the magic sound in his mind finally stopped.

Introspect myself three times a day!

Remember that food is hard to come by, every grain is hard work!
This "every grain is hard work", in addition to being unclean at the time and crazily sounding in my mind, I also have to examine myself three times a day.

That is to say, it should ring three times on the second day, once for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

When it sounds, you need to read it aloud before the magic sound can stop.However, if food is wasted during this meal, it will still ring again, and it will keep ringing...

The first grade is only played for one day, the middle grade is played for three days, and the top grade is played for nine days.

"Fortunately, it is the first grade, if it is the top grade..."

Yan Qingkong was a little thankful, otherwise he would have died.

"This rice is delicious, a rare delicacy in the world, but every time I eat it, I cry..."

Yan Qingkong wiped away his tears and said helplessly, it was too magical.

After eating, he rested for a while and went back to the kitchen.

"One is broken, three fryers are left, and there are four left. I hope one of them will succeed."

Yan Qingkong said something calmly, and started a fire in the stove, and then the smoke filled the air, turning into pear blossoms, blooming in the kitchen.

He bit his tongue to keep himself awake, and put the fifth foie gras on the stove liver.

Because it needs to be grilled over high heat, and the foie gras is very delicate, if you are not careful, it will be burnt, causing the fryer...

puff--

Therefore, Yan Qingkong blew up the furnace again.

"The sixth one!"

Yan Qingkong frowned slightly, and then baked the next foie gras.

"Long life is easy to blend in, but when this ray of anger encounters fierce fire, it immediately becomes violent, like a fire dragon scurrying around."

Yan Qingkong frowned.

It was difficult for him to control this ray of anger precisely, and it was probably because of it that the furnace exploded.

"The seventh one!"

Yan Qingkong exhaled to calm himself down.

After a while, Chang Qi was successfully integrated, and then it was his turn to integrate the ray of anger, under his carefulness, it also successfully integrated.However, the anger met the fire in the foie gras and turned into a violent anger, which made him unable to control it.

At this time, that ray of anger was frantically surging in the foie gras.

"You have to suppress it!"

Yan Qingkong knew that if he let that ray of anger run wild again, he might fail again, "But, how should this anger be suppressed like this?"

He frowned and stared at the foie gras.

Then he was stunned for a moment, his eyes shifted from the foie gras to the pear blossoms in full bloom, and he thought: "Pear blossoms can cure fire, nourish the lungs, and cool the heart..."

"Although the century-old fragrant pear tree is used as firewood, it has played some role in baking. However, it is far from enough!"

He thought about it seriously, and he didn't care that the seventh foie gras was fried into charcoal.

After a while, he stretched out his hand, and pear blossoms bloomed in his palm, as if they were real, making it impossible to tell the real from the fake.

"Could it be that the pear blossoms are missing?"

He thought about it, and added firewood to the stove to make the flames burn.

"The last one, I hope there is nothing wrong this time!" Yan Qingkong stood for a while to calm down his restlessness, and then began to bake the last foie gras.

He bought a total of eight foie gras, because he only collected eight wisps of anger.

After he merged into the two strands of long-lasting anger, he didn't integrate into the third strand, but into that strand of anger.When the anger was successfully integrated and turned into a ray of anger in the foie gras, he quickly stretched out his palm and let three pear blossoms fall from his palm.

At this time, the third ray of long-lasting vitality appeared in the palm of the palm, quickly wrapping the three pear blossoms.

In the blink of an eye, the three pear blossoms, which seemed real and illusory, turned into three real ice pear blossoms.It is crystal clear, like an exquisite work of art, exuding a faint coolness.

When Yan Qingkong saw it, he couldn't help being overjoyed. It turned out that this was the correct way to open it.

"It smells so good!"

The foie gras had been grilled until golden, exuding a special aroma that people couldn't refuse, and Yan Qingkong couldn't help but marvel.

"The first flower, moistens the lungs."

As soon as his words fell, an ice pear flower flew down from his palm, and stuck to the golden foie gras, cured part of the violent anger.

"Second flower, pure heart."

The second ice pear flower flew down on the foie gras, curing two-thirds of the anger.

"The third flower, cure fire."

When the third ice pear flower fell, the violent anger in the foie gras was immediately stopped, like a fire dragon being locked in the liver.

Suddenly, a red light appeared, and "angry" became a middle grade.

"Mid-grade?"

Yan Qingkong was a little surprised when he saw it.

This was so unexpected, it never occurred to him that he surpassed the first grade and became the middle grade.

Although he only made three dishes, "Pie from the Sky", "Browning with Joy" and "Everything is hard work", but which one is not the first product, and then the middle product?

At this time, the foie gras was golden in color and exuded a particularly attractive fragrance, which made Yan Qingkong intoxicated, it was so alluring.

He quickly put the foie gras on the plate.

When he was about to slice it, he found that the three icy pear flowers had grown thin strands of ice, and the foie gras, which seemed to be still on fire, had been sliced ​​into dozens or twenty slices.

"Hey, ice pear flower still has this effect?"

Yan Qingkong was slightly surprised, and put down the knife in his hand.

"Would you like to eat it?"

At this time, he hesitated a little, although the foie gras is extremely attractive, it is one of the world's three major delicacies.However, its name is angry, and eating it will make people angry, which is really a bit deceptive.

Therefore, Yan Qingkong was a little hesitant whether to try it or not.

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(End of this chapter)