Ode to Longevity

"You...you...Okay, very good, I'm going to see what's so good about your steamed buns today, do you dare to compare me with pasta?" He almost vomited out of his lungs, he wanted to give the wind Qingge slapped, but thinking of the regulations here, he could only swallow his breath and look at Feng Qingge and put forward such a suggestion.

Don't you like to deceive these people with your food and your cooking skills! Well, today I'm going to show you what real cooking is!

"Again?" Feng Qingge opened her mouth to look at the person in front of her, pinched her nose bone impatiently, and said indifferently, "Well, I don't want to embarrass you, nor do I want you to have a broken arm or a leg. Yes, how many magic cores are we betting on, Boss He, how many magic cores do we have in total?"

"Two hundred and fifty magic cores." Shopkeeper He said coldly, calculating with an abacus.

Li Hai was angry, and quickly reprimanded: "Boss He, there are less than 30 of us here. You accept so many demon cores, and your conscience is eaten by dogs!"

"Sit on the ground and start the price, don't buy it if you don't agree!" Shopkeeper He sneered. He just quoted the price casually, and he didn't bother to care about the outside world. People from Chaoyang Sect came forward. But howling for a while, he really doesn't believe that such a team can win.

A steamed bun and a magic core, thanks to them being able to figure it out. At such a price, why not grab it?

Nodding her head, Feng Qingge didn't say anything, she turned her head to look at the person opposite, and laughed softly: "I also said that a steamed bun has a magic core, come on, now a steamed bun requires more than 23 magic cores. It seems that Boss He is just like you, just one or two hundred and five. Two hundred and five, are you gambling?"

"Betting, betting, isn't it just 250 magic cores!" Chu Chi said coldly, but he didn't know that 250 was a curse word, and thought that what Feng Qingge said was really a number.

Feng Qingge was happy in her heart, nodded and said: "Okay, then you set the rules, how to compare, these are up to you, lest you say that I bullied you and ruined my reputation."

Nima, you are a big liar who sells steamed buns, what kind of reputation do you have! At this moment, the people looking around only felt that a group of crows flew over their heads. They had seen shameless people, but they had never seen such a shameless person.

Chu Chi clenched his fist, and when the folding fan knocked, his black eyes rolled, and he whispered: "There are many types of pasta, which can be steamed, boiled, fried or fried, and I don't need to say too complicated. Within an hour , there is no limit to the type, let these people taste the things they make, and then put the red rope in their hands into the bamboo tube, whoever has the most wins!"

On the right hand, the red rope that made a wish appeared in Chu Chi's hand. Chaoyang Zongmen often used this method to compete, and he also carried these things with him.

Seeing Feng Qingge's dazed expression, Chu Chi continued: "Look, you have never seen the Chaoyang Sect's test method, we don't have anyone to judge, so we will let everyone judge. The color and aroma of a dish must be included. In it, whoever is more attractive can try it first. The person holding the rope can try one, and after they have voted, they can choose the second one, do you understand?"

"I don't understand very well, but it's almost there. Well, it's time for a test." Nodding, Feng Qingge didn't intend to tangle with these things, the color and fragrance were all available, and there was only one chance. Once the people who have voted cannot vote a second time, there are more than 100 people watching here.

While pondering, the people on Chu Chi's side have already prepared, and the ingredients for the pasta are also simple. You can buy them all around, so you don't need to work too hard. After a stick of incense, the competition will start. Now you can choose the ingredients at will and prepare to make s things.

"Little Bingzi, can you do it? That kid is from Chaoyang Sect! I have long heard that Chaoyang Sect has a very high system, and those who can enter it to study are not one in a hundred. What are you doing roasted scorpions? Roast snake, which one, I guess..." Li Hai didn't say it directly, after all, that sect was in their hearts, but it was equivalent to a god-like status.

If you want to enter and study, you can, as long as you have an absolute strength advantage, only those with outstanding ability can enter. If the qualifications are mediocre, it is not considered at all. Even the sons and daughters of princes and nobles would never want to rely on relationships to get in. And the suzerain of Chaoyang Sect, Baili Yehua, is even a master of the Heavenly Rank, ranking in the top ten in the ranking of the four major powerhouses. When other countries want to launch a war against Chaoyang Sect, the four major countries are the first to destroy it. took them.

Chu Chi came from a sect, so his strength is definitely not low. It's not that Li Hai doesn't believe in Feng Qingge's strength, but this situation is too risky. For 250 magic cores, even if they sell all of them, they can't afford the price. It is said that impulse is the devil, isn't this just an example!

"Stop talking, what kind of pasta are you going to make, hurry up and choose the ingredients, beef noodles? Don't know the soup noodles? Steamed buns? ... No, no, these things are too simple, there is no challenge at all, think about it. A unique thing!" Li Hai thought, dragging his chin.

I saw that the opposite Chu Chi had come over with the selected ingredients. He glanced at Feng Qingge, snorted coldly, and then checked his utensils. After everything was counted, he sat there and waited for the wind. light song. Seeing that the last half of the incense was about to burn out, Feng Qingge slowly raised her head, glanced at the crowd, smiled softly, and walked out gracefully.

But after a while, she came with a piece of Chinese cabbage and a piece of pork belly. The other condiments were readily available, and she didn't need to choose. These two simple things formed a sharp contrast with the Chu ruler on the opposite side. The people in front of them selected all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and set up a table full of them.

"What's the matter, she chose this?"

"Is this a direct admission of defeat?"

"It doesn't seem necessary. Let's taste the things made by the disciples of Chaoyang Sect. It must taste much better."

Miscellaneous voices gathered from all around, and Feng Qingge seemed to have not heard it. When the half-stick of incense burned to the end, her hands sank, and she still used the method of kneading the dough just now, scratching with one hand in the flour A circle was formed, but not as it was just now, and the egg was added to knead the dough.

This time, her movements were very slow, but also very calm and powerful, her fingers lightly tapered around the flour, letting them melt into the water little by little, stirring slowly.