Ode to Longevity

After taking down a part of the meat, the blade in her hand deflected, and she just used the strength of the back of the knife to smash the beef hard, the light in her eyes shot away, Feng Qingge completely forgot about everyone around her, her hands were like lightning, and she said coldly. : "Purgatory Nine Hands!"

The kitchen knife in her hand suddenly flew out and landed firmly on the table. She raised her hands suddenly, and then quickly fell on the meat, tearing apart the beef like raindrops, completely peeling off the tendons. , using only meat.

When the staunch moves fell, they were mainly beaten, but they didn't strike like Hewei. Every move fell in an orderly manner. The beef in front of her was completely smashed. Flying in the air with the ingredients around it.

Time seemed to stand still, she slowly closed her eyes, and a familiar scent came out from the tip of her nose. She didn't need eye observation, she already knew the seasoning she needed. He grabbed the spoon with his right hand and waved it sharply forward, perfectly catching the chopped green onion, ginger and garlic that he needed.

Suddenly opening her eyes, Feng Qingge added the seasoning in the soup spoon to the beef, grabbed the egg beside, squeezed it lightly, the egg white fell, she quickly kneaded the beef in her hand, stretched out her hand and twisted it, the dough formed. has appeared in her hands.

Her fat hand was like a machine, and when she squeezed it lightly, the dough appeared. No need to use other props. She squeezed a ball of meatballs with her left hand and moved towards the dough. She pressed it with five fingers, and the perfect dumpling appeared. , and tossed it along the way, the dumplings that were just made fell into the hot pot accurately, and there was no splash of soup.

How could such a perfect technique be achieved by ordinary chefs?

"Master Bu, let's do it." With a flick of his hands, Feng Qingge stopped, looking at the dumplings that were already full in the pot, and gave the last ingredients to Bu Jinyu. The dumplings that were put in first were already cooked, so she picked up her chopsticks and took them into the hot pot.

Under the action of the charcoal fire, the strong aroma of hot pot came out, causing a group of people downstairs to almost riot. It's just that His Royal Highness Murong Mo, the second prince, was also there, so they didn't dare to break in rashly.

"Hey, little sister Tangyuan, give me one, you'll be merciful!" Zheng Zixu couldn't bear it anymore, and quickly picked up his chopsticks and tucked them into the hot pot. It's a pity that her speed is not as fast as Feng Qingge's. With this hand, she didn't catch anything, and was eaten by Feng Qingge alone.

"When it's snowing, you should eat hot pot." With a breath of heat, Feng Qingge laughed softly, putting down the chopsticks in his hand.

He Wei's complexion had already changed drastically. He never imagined that such a fat woman would possess such a skill. The cold sweat on his forehead kept falling, He Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you?"

"Who am I and what does it have to do with you, do I need your permission to come here to eat hot pot?" Feng Qingge sneered.

Bu Jinyu has also wrapped all the dumplings and put them on Feng Qingge's table. Maybe he knows that ordinary dumplings are not suitable for cooking in such a pot, so he made dumplings according to Feng Qingge, mainly with thick skins, so that they can withstand cooking, the skin on the outside is not broken, and the meat on the inside will naturally not. Get out and lose its flavor.

"Ruzi can be taught!" The joy in his eyes showed, and Feng Qingge hurriedly threw all the dumplings down.

With a cold face, Murong Mo explained: "Master He, she is the eldest lady of the Feng family, a wasteful fool."

"Idiot knows this?" He glared at Murong Mo fiercely, and said coldly, "I lost."

"I know, but what does it have to do with me? You should ask Master Bu. You said just now that if Master Bu loses, he will have his right hand slaughtered. Now you lose, Master Bu, what do you say you should do? What?" With a laugh, Feng Qingge leaned back on the chair and raised her eyebrows.

She gave Bu Jinyu the opportunity to decide for himself whether to end his career as a chef.

However, Bu Jinyu just smiled indifferently, shook his head and said, "It's all up to Miss Feng. I'm not interested in the reward and punishment. Your cooking skills are better than ours, so it's up to you to decide."

"Isn't it?" As if hearing the most exaggerated thing, Zheng Zixu's eyes widened, his chin almost falling to the ground. This dumpling sister is really a treasure, breaking so many rules of Master Bu in a row.

You know, the kitchen knife that Master Bu is wearing is not allowed to be touched by anyone. Today, he lent it to Feng Qingge, and he also used the honorific title. Master Cuiwei Gebu's cooking skills have long been recognized by Yun Guo, but it is incredible to say that Feng Qingge's strength is superior to them.

Dragging her chin with one hand, Feng Qingge pouted her small mouth, glanced at He Wei's hands, pointed at the hot pot in front of her, and said with a smile, "I heard that you eat everything with your hands, just right, let's eat it today. Hot pot. If you don't use star power, you can eat the hot pot with your hands. Otherwise, you can go out with your second prince and kiss a stick of incense in the street. Seeing him protect you like this, I know Your relationship is not normal."

puff!

Zheng Zixu, who has not yet been seated, almost sat on the ground with his buttocks. What are the five big and three rough, want to go out with the second prince Murong Mo, who is also a man, and kiss in the street! I go! Zheng Zixu only felt that his head was about to explode, and even the look in Feng Qingge's eyes became fearful.

The hot pot was bubbling and the temperature was very hot.

He Wei's face was blue and purple, and he didn't use star power to protect his hands. If these hands were stretched into the pot, they would definitely get burned! For chefs, the most important thing is their hands. They can protect their hands well, even if they let them go out streaking, not to mention just a kiss.

Looking at He Wei's eyes, Murong Mo's whole body froze, and he couldn't help trembling: "Master He, what are you going to do, I can tell you, I am the second prince of the Yun Kingdom! Aren't you very good, just hot pot? , you just put your hand down... wow..."

Before Murong Mo could finish speaking, He Wei grabbed Murong Mo, hugged Murong Mo in the way of a princess hug, and strode towards the street.

"It's really coming!" Zheng Zixu quickly got up and quickly leaned over to the window sill to look at Your Excellency Cuiwei, but when he saw why he was grabbing Murong Mo, he couldn't help but kiss Murong Mo's lips. This scene suddenly appeared. , which made the people on the street stunned.

"Mummy, what's the matter, these two people don't know how to pay attention to their images in broad daylight?"

"Oh my god, it's two men, this is so familiar... This, isn't this His Highness the Second Prince!"

"What, His Royal Highness the Second Prince likes men, kissing a man in the street, would you rather do it?"

For a time, everyone in the capital was boiling, and from then on, the eyes that looked at Murong Mo were strange.

"Hahaha..." Covering his stomach, Zheng Zixu couldn't help laughing and said: "I finally raised my eyebrows, every time I see this kid showing his teeth and claws in front of us, there is no chance to clean him up. Much relieved."