Legend of Fu Yao

On the side of the dish, the three people used the chopsticks to probe together, um... the color is good.

The war north field probe smelled in the past, um, the fragrance is also qualified.

Zong Yue was the least afraid of poison. He tasted the dish with the richest color, and his eyes were bright.

Meng cooks her hands on her chest, her nose is facing the sky, and she is wrong. The girl is a good cook, especially my mother is sick all the year round. The medicated diet is first class.

She was kneeling on the chair, and she was very excited to introduce the three kinds of flowers that finally let go of the heart, and the chopsticks were introduced to those colorful dishes. "Pig bone jaundice, Shiquan nourishing burdock, red bean glutinous rice, bone broken hawthorn Porridge..."

She smiled radiantly on her face, her eyes waved, and she thought triumphantly. She did not hear that there was a medicated diet in Wuzhou. Except for Zong Yue, the two may not know the functions of these dishes, such as strong bones and blood.

She did not pay attention.

In the north of the field, the chopsticks were chewed, and the chopsticks were flying. The black cockroaches flashed and the cockroaches were eaten.

Zong Yue has a light smile, and slowly eats red bean and rice.

The long-term grandchild elegant soup, fine porcelain spoons and soup bowls do not make a sound, occasionally give a spoonful of soup or porridge in the bowl of Yuanbao adults, smiled, "eat more, after this meal, wait for her conscience to find that there is a downcast I don't know which year to go."

Meng Fu shook his face without blushing. "That is, I am a general, not a cook, my infinite talent, can not be wasted in the cramped kitchen pot..." Take the chopsticks and sit down, grab a bone to the longevity In the bowl, Tuo Wei smiled and looked at him. "If you can't make a soup, you can't get a stomach, you have to eat meat, eat, eat."

Hey, girl, I want to see the noble grandson, the prince, the bones...

The long-term grandson lowered his eyes, glanced at the bones and smiled. "Thank you."

His chopsticks were lightly smashed, and the huge bones were silently broken. The long-term grandson slowly and steadily removed the bones, and was not in a hurry to eat meat.

Meng Fu shakes grievances, and the attempted traitor has to shift direction. He has clipped the old beef tendon to fight Beiye. "Wang Ye, this is good, strong, good enough!"

After the battle, the North Chopsticks were lifted, and the beef tendon was held in the air. He smiled. "Is it? I think, but the food can't be enjoyed alone. You have to work hard and you should have half of you."

He was light and clever, and the old beef tendon broke in half. The battle of Beiye was diligent and let Meng Fu shake. "Please, please."

......

After half a squatting, the Meng Fu Sha, who was squatting with the gang, gave Zong Yue an entangled angelica. "Come here, the meat eaters squat, swear as a doctor, don't eat meat, eat some tonic."

When Zong Yue took over, he replied with a piece of it. "The meat eater is licking, and the tonic is also awkward. You eat this most suitable, detoxification and sweating."

It is a huge ginger...

The night will be deep, the moon will shine, the light on the Qingbo Pavilion will be streamed, and the Qingbo will be clear, and the shore will be facing the flowerbed in the distance. Those Ruixiang, Camellia, Magnolia, Begonia, Peony, Pink, and Crowded The clusters are fragrant, but they are not fragrant and smiling.

Meng Fu Sha was buried in a high bowl, looking for the bottom of the bowl little by little. The few people had a tacit understanding of her, and found that the battle of Beiye was the first to pick up the dishes, her The bowl was quickly piled up in the mountains, and it was obvious that she cooked the dishes, and in the end she actually ate the most.

Finally, Meng Fu swayed his stomach and squatted on the chair. The long-term Sun Wuji smiled and handed a cup of tea. Meng Fu shook the tea and leaned against the chair. Watching Beiye on her side, he was interested in paper and pen. Come, spread out on the table, take Yuanbao adults as models, and draw "according to the table to chew the map". Yuanbao adults are not satisfied, ask for redrawing, and they are caught by the war North, and they are covered with their feet. Look at the maid, roll up the curtain in the pavilion, and ignite the gold lamp, the light is shining, a total of a bright moon reflects the clear water, shining thousands of silver, the long-term Sun Wuji and the ancestral pens open the black and white, long fingers Chess pieces, white robes, robes, and flying, and in the distance on the lake, there is a layer of pink and purple flowers.

Meng Fu shook and smiled, his eyes gradually groaned, those flowing reflections, midnight flowers flying, those delicate eyebrows, smiling whispers, those open scrolls, light whispers, all turned into a swirling smile, embedded in her wine vortex Lip corner.

The most quiet and leisurely moment in my life.