Ode to Longevity

"I see..." Mu Cangyun sneered disdainfully while chewing what was in his mouth. He opened his mouth and spit out the meat at will. He took out the white silk and wiped himself. His lips smiled and said, "Sorry, my stomach is a little arrogant. Bad things, it never makes me swallow."

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The blue veins on his arms suddenly burst out, and Xiao Xu's hands were even tighter, but he was afraid of Mu Cangyun's identity, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and smiled: "Really, I will remember next time, ask the concubine first. Master's stomach, let's cook again."

"No, I'm not interested in eating this garbage."

It was as if a slap had landed on Xiao Xu's cheek, his face was even more purple, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

Weiner couldn't help coughing lightly, and asked in confusion: "Xiao Xu, what kind of meat are you, I don't seem to have eaten it before."

"Let's wait until Your Majesty tastes it and decide the answer before telling me." Xiao Xu wasn't trying to be a jerk. If he told the meat, would the old emperor still give him the first place? Just by looking at King Sang's expression, he knew that this dish had a better chance of winning.

Let the emperor taste the current dishes, and in his memory, he will have a high evaluation of a dish. If you want to surpass the dishes in the back, it will be even more difficult. What's more, the people of Sang Guo have never been very particular about food. Even if they eat food, they will not rinse their mouths, so that the taste in his dish will affect the next dish.

With 100% certainty, Xiao Xu stared at Feng Qingge and slowly stretched out his little finger.

"Idiot..." After throwing out two words, Feng Qingge didn't look at this kid at all.

His cheeks turned black, Xiao Xu's face was cold, he wanted to see, what was good in Feng Qingge's work, could it be better than his?

"The second dish was prepared by Mo Yang, Royal Father, please..." It was Fang Zheng's soup pot, and it didn't have the gorgeous ingredients he imagined. It was so simple that only the empty... pheasant was left.

What Mo Yang did was just to make soup, and there was nothing in the chicken stomach. He added a little wild fungi, and it seemed to be extremely ordinary, with no special features at all.

King Sang's brows were even more tightly wrinkled, he moved the pheasant with his chopsticks, and said coldly: "Mo Yang, you are so brave, you dare to fool me! What is this, what I want is to fly in the sky. , running on the ground, swimming in the water, what is this?"

"Your Majesty, this is what you said, the things in the sky, the ground, and the water." Looking at King Sang indifferently, Mo Yang explained: "The pheasant can fly in the sky and walk on the ground, isn't it a fly in the sky? , Does it run on the ground? Or, Your Majesty, do you think the pheasant can only fly but not run?"

"Presumptuous, even if it can fly in the sky and run on the ground, can it swim in the water!" King Sang slammed the table and stood up, his eyes staring at Mo Yang, this kid is completely playing with him!

The old thinking is really backward.

Mo Yang smiled disdainfully, and said contemptuously, "Isn't it swimming in the water now? Xicheng District, lack of ingredients, I'm three generations, is it wrong?"

"You!" Almost killed by Mo Yang's anger, Sang Wang's face was cold, but he didn't move his chopsticks.

Weiner quickly comforted: "Father, don't be angry, just taste his taste first, what kind of taste can a pheasant make."

"Humph!" Screaming angrily, King Sang picked up a spoon and scooped up a little soup and drank it at will. Anyway, the taste of this thing... this taste...

The light in the black eyes suddenly appeared, and King Sang's movements were frozen. This kind of feeling is like standing on the top of a volcano. There is clearly no spicy strips in it, but there is a fiery breath that goes straight to the forehead, and the blood in the whole body seems to be active.

It's just chicken soup, it's like seeing heaven, the oncoming white mist fills the air, and you are at a height of ten thousand feet, roaming with pheasants. Quickly pick up a piece of meat and put it in your mouth, it's just... delicious!

Absolutely, indistinguishable!

As expected of a disciple from Chaoyang Sect, at this level, he can completely dominate the Sang Kingdom!

"Okay father, there is one last step, let's see what good things this chef can make." With a cold smile, Weiner reached out and lifted the lid of the steamer. In those ten minutes, I'm afraid that even the contents in it have not been steamed properly. It's ridiculous that this unfinished failed product dares to be brought up to show shame!

However, the moment the lid was lifted, Wiener was completely stunned.

She didn't expect that the things inside were actually completed.

Baiying's thin skin wraps eggs of various colors, red, black, yellow, and three colors in one. The thin skin is divided into three equal parts, the black and yellow ones are slightly smaller, and the red ones occupy a much larger position. This thing is not in equal proportions.

It looks good, but it's a little too far from the center!

"Feng Qingge, are you playing with us? There's nothing the father wants to eat here. It's all eggs, not even meat!" Weiner said angrily, as if Feng Qingge was abrupt by King Sang.

With a disdainful smile, Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and said, "Those that fly in the sky, those that run on the ground, and those that swim in the water are all in it. I also learned from Xiao Xu to sell a trick. After eating, I will decide the final winner. Let's talk about it. What ingredients do I use. Right, Xiao Xu?"

"It looks like you are more confident than Zheng Zixu's crap. Do you really want to beat me in cooking?" Smiling indifferently, Xiao Xu went to Feng Qingge's hand, grabbed her collar, lowered his head and smiled: "As a result, there is only one possibility, I win. In my life, there has never been a word of failure!"

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As if in the eyes of the stars, that ray of flame burned, and the hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched, and Mu Cangyun stared at that Xiao Xu who did not know whether to live or die.

Not realizing that his actions aroused someone's dissatisfaction, Xiao Xu continued to laugh: "Look, you will be like that dog of Zheng Zixu, you will lose everything!"

"How about a gamble? If I lose, I'll let you deal with it. If you lose, leave your hands behind." With a flip of her slender hands, Feng Qingge clasped Xiao Xu's wrist upside down and smiled coldly.

Slightly startled, Xiao Xu looked at the shumai, raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you beat me just with your stuff? Haha, I'll bet with you. If you lose, I'll take your life!"

"A word is settled!" The corner of his mouth ticked upwards, Feng Qingge threw off Xiao Xu's hands and stood up straight.

"Father, if you don't like it, you can throw it out to feed the dog." Weiner couldn't help but feel amused when he heard this gamble. Can this kind of thing win? Ordinary shumai wants to be the first place in the competition, it's ridiculous!

However, that slender finger had already picked up one of the shumai, and opened his mouth to bite it.

Different from ordinary shumai, this taste...