Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

A big iron plate, a pile of firewood, seven or eight geese and ducks, a butcher, a cook, and a frying pan.

What's this for?

Goose? duck?

Fried goose? Duck soup?

Just when everyone was talking, Ye Qing looked at the geese and frowned. These geese are alive... Muyun said just now that several dishes are very suitable for the desert.

They saw the ferocity of cooking in the desert just now.

According to Mu Yun's urination, is this going to kill the goose?

Killing geese... It seems that it's OK. Ye Qing thinks about it. She makes up the scene of killing chickens in her mind. It's much better than killing cattle. Just after Ye Qing thought so, but half an hour later, Ye Qing almost regretted that her intestines were green.

She's wrong, she's really wrong. She's really naive and kind. I think killing geese is better than killing cattle!!

At this time, Mu Yun has told the slave to put up the iron plate. Under the iron plate, firewood is burning. Even if the purity of the iron plate is not enough, it doesn't take a while to start.

The slave put a piece of pig skin on it and touched the iron plate. Suddenly, he heard the "Zizi" sound of the iron plate and emitted smoke.

If this hand goes up, I'm afraid it will peel directly. This heat can catch up with the punishment.

After the slave took back the pigskin, he nodded to Muyun. Muyun turned around, stood in front of the iron plate and looked at huerqin, "Dear desert pearl, Princess huerqin, this dish is a famous dish called iron plate duck's paw!"

"What's delicious about duck's feet..." Hu Erqin threw down his mouth, "it's not as delicious as our roast sheep in the grassland."

Mu Yun smiled and shook his head. The smile on the corner of his mouth was cold. "This dish is not only tender and fragrant, but also very good-looking."

The last word to read, Muyun said especially.

Nice, how nice? Still looking at the plate?

Hu Erqin's interest is still not big. After all, in their desert, there is no mention of setting up a plate. Either a large basin or a large bowl will come. The dishes here are large and few. They also have to put some inedible flowers and plants.

For Hu Erqin, he is really lack of interest

"Just have a look." Mu Yunlu didn't explain much. He winked at the slave directly. The slave caught a fat duck. After another person carefully cleaned the duck's feet with water, he tied a rope around the duck's neck and pulled two long ropes in their hands.

Then he put the duck directly on the red iron plate.

For a moment, a sound of "Zizi" water being evaporated instantly sounded. A pair of duck feet stepping on the iron plate directly emitted smoke on the iron plate!

The sad cry of the duck startled everyone's ears directly.

The next second, I saw the duck running fast on the iron plate. I wanted to quickly get rid of the iron plate, but no matter how the duck ran, it was doomed not to run out of the iron plate.

The two slaves, left and right, with long ropes in their hands, firmly controlled the duck's movements.

He ran to the left. When the rope on the right was pulled, the duck was forced to run to the right. When he ran to the right to go down, the rope on the left pulled the duck back.

No matter which direction, the duck can only run on the iron plate forever.