Ode to Longevity

Don't worry, let her, the peerless magic chef, slowly teach them how to eat these things.

"Kikaka..." The kitchen knife in his hand was beating, and Feng Qingge directly pried open the turtle's shell. The violent knife technique made several people even more frightened. The poor little turtle, under such violent swordsmanship, only the body is left.

A few strands of silver light flashed, Feng Qingge gently held the turtle in his hand, and the kitchen knife in his hand went back and forth on the turtle's back several times, but did not touch the turtle at all. At the moment when Zheng Zixu was puzzled, Feng Qingge stretched out two fingers and gently pinched it, and the skeleton had been taken out.

"Plug-in, plug-in!" Aoao shouted, Zheng Zixu could not wait to kill himself with the tofu in his hands.

Feng Qingge was too lazy to care so much, set up the steamer, and stuffed the turtle in his hand into the Xue Qiguo, along with the pulp of Xue Qiguo. Without waiting for everyone to react, she put the seasoning in her hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "OK, continue to add firewood."

"..." gone?

Until it was completed, Zheng Zixu didn't react, and stared at the thing in front of him with a stiff neck. For a while, he really wanted to cry.

"Do you all know?" Feng Qingge smiled indifferently as she washed her hands.

However, Bu Jinyu was a little puzzled, and said, "I understand, but I don't understand."

"Let's go, I'll tell you why." Let Ying Lingfei hold it, Feng Qingge pushed Mu Cangyun towards the room inside.

And Bu Jinyu also reflected at this moment, wait, just now, it seems that Mu Cangyun has always been burning the firewood, and the dignified Royal Highness Cen, actually, actually helped to set the fire!

"Hey, little sister Tangyuan, you got it wrong, it's rice, rice!" Zheng Zixu hurriedly scolded when Feng Qingge picked up the bowl of soup.

Who doesn't know that she is drinking soup after a meal, what is this dumpling sister doing, who makes soup and porridge, how can people eat it?

The faint scent reverberated in the room, Feng Qingge looked at the old man on the bed, and said softly, "Grandma, get up and eat."

"The generation is wrong. You and Bu Jinyu are equals, so they should be called auntie." Almost knocked over the door, Zheng Zixu leaned helplessly on the pillar and looked at Feng Qingge with a depressed expression.

Glancing at the corner of his mouth, Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows and said, "Stand on the corner and learn to bark like a dog."

"This is my adoptive mother. She is seventy years old. You can call me grandma." Bu Jinyu said indifferently.

Adoptive mother?

Feng Qingge didn't say much, and gave Jin Yu to help the old man in front of her. She took the spoon and gently opened the bowl in front of her. The light fragrance emanated from it, filled with a sweet and sour smell. She didn't feed the old man too anxiously, until after the smell dissipated, she said calmly, "Okay."

"I really think your stuff is a panacea, just say yes." Zheng Zixu helplessly hugged the pillar and dismantled the platform.

Weakly opened his eyes, the old man's face was pale, looking at the stranger in front of him, but he didn't know who it was. Dizzy, she could only smell the smell in front of her, until the red soup entered her mouth and she swallowed it gently.

At that moment, she licked her lips and subconsciously shouted, "Eat, eat..."

"Slow down." The corner of her mouth hooked upwards, and Feng Qingge fed the soup in her hand into the mouth of the old man. After drinking this bowl of soup, the old man had a little strength. It seemed that she felt the hunger in her stomach. Looking around, he opened his mouth slightly.

Before she could speak, Feng Qingge had already scooped up the rice porridge and put it into her mouth.

The old man gulps down the rice in front of him and swallows continuously. He has never had such a madness.

Even Bu Jinyu was stunned. He tried countless ways to get his mother to eat, but no matter what, he couldn't get her to eat. But now, what did he see? Only those strange wild fruits were used, and the people in front of them had a big appetite.

He admitted that some green vegetables he put in when he was about to start the pot released a fragrant smell, like a snake's finishing touch, adding color to the rice porridge, but it didn't make his mother so crazy, a whole bowl of She ate all the rice porridge.

As if he was full, the old man waved his hand and rested on the head of the bed for a while before opening his cloudy eyes, looking at Feng Qingge with some surprise, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, who are you, this? How can things be so delicious?"

"Rest for a while, and there is the last dish. After eating, you will be much better after resting for a night." Feng Qingge laughed softly.

However, Zheng Zixu was quick-witted, and hurriedly reached out to grab the last Xue Qiguo. He didn't believe that this last dish had such a magical weapon, and would let the old woman eat it. It was just that he was anxious, but he didn't see a sly light in Feng Qingge's eyes.

Just as Zheng Zixu rushed over, Feng Qingge's little foot stepped forward and stretched out to hook towards Zheng Zixu.

Poor Zheng Zixu didn't realize that he had been tricked at all, and the figure he saved was like a wild monkey that had gone off the track. In a hurry, Zheng Zixu grabbed Ying Lingfei's clothes with one hand, not wanting to fall so badly.

And under this pull, Ying Lingfei leaned his entire body, slammed into the wheelchair and fell to the side.

Mu Cangyun's face sank. When he stretched out his hand, he was caught by that soft and boneless hand. With a gentle pull, the wheelchair that was about to roll out fell to the ground. Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you alright?"

"No." Holding the small hand subconsciously, Mu Cangyun's heart moved. With sharp eyes, he quickly glanced at Feng Qingge's rounded cheeks. There was a slight connection between the neck and the face.

"It's over!" Zheng Zixu, who was lying on the ground, secretly said that it was not good. He watched helplessly as Xue Qiguo flew out and fell to the ground. He didn't expect that, he was just curious to see what was in it, but he didn't expect it to be. Knock this last meal to the ground.

However, you can't eat the meat in it anyway, right? Thinking of the pulp that Feng Qingge pulled out, and the appearance of pinching out the bones, goosebumps all over his body, he definitely couldn't eat that stuff!

"You're a mess, I really don't know how you run a business." He stretched out his hand and patted Zheng Zixu's butt, Feng Qingge picked up Xue Qiguo on the ground, and smiled, "But the time is just right, grandma, the flowers are blooming and rich, It's the third dish of the day, please enjoy it."

"This..." The old man was stunned for a moment, looking at the thing in front of her, she knew about this Xue Qiguo, it must be cooked before eating, and now, how to eat this thing? Even the skin is sticking to it, and it looks irregular no matter what. Is it edible?

With an indifferent smile, Feng Qingge stretched out her hand to grab the head she just cut off, and said with a smile, "I think you'll like it."

"Wow!" The continuous fruit peel suddenly flew out, and the crystal clear snow fruit was exposed. After being steamed, the white skin inside was more translucent. And along with the peel, starting from the top of Xue Qiguo, the white peel that drifted down fell like a blooming flower.

The transparent white skin, like sharpened bamboo shoots, fell on the plate layer by layer, and at the end, it formed the petals stacked from the bottom to the top. The sharp part above shook slightly, and then, As if it was broken, a silvery light dazzled out.

The whole bamboo shoot seemed to split open, from top to bottom, turned into powder and fell. At the last third, it stopped automatically. Form a lotus throne generally.

Such a wonderful scene, even Bu Jinyu was stunned. As a chef, how could he not know what Feng Qingge did to the ingredients. It's just that Feng Qingge's movements are too fast. It seems that she has made a knife, but in fact she has already moved more than a dozen knives. I am afraid that this carving has been completed when she peeled her skin!