Ode to Longevity

"Daughter-in-law, don't be too violent. It's not easy for people to hide a little bit of their recipes. You can knock out dozens of ducks in one breath. What do you let them eat? , you don't even have a mouth... I said why you are so stingy when you don't have a mouth, what about the fish, spit out a few pieces, do you hear?" The soft meat pad patted the recipe, and the old demon cat looked at the book, sharp and sharp. His paw fell on the recipe and slapped it.

The gorgeous book smashed directly on the rock on the side, and the cracks like spider webs spread around, and a few fish jumped out directly. The recipe could no longer bear it, and immediately returned to Feng Qingge's arms. Only then did I know how good Feng Qingge was. If it had a nose and eyes, its tears and snot would have already spewed out.

"Look at this, it's the number one recipe in mainland China. It's like a child, so I slapped you. As for the big deal, I'll let you slap you back?" Holding the little fish, the old demon cat twisted, Moving his waist, the little butt swayed, the little mouth opened, and the little fish had entered its stomach.

Feng Qingge could feel the desperation of the recipe now, but I really didn't expect this book to be so afraid of Ruo Shui and the old demon cat. Putting it directly into the Na ring, looking at the dozens of ducks flying around with feathers all over the sky, Feng Qingge scratched his head and said, "This, I can't guarantee how it tastes, let's make the best roast duck first. ."

"Wait, Qingge, I don't think it's necessary to do it. After all, my mother and I's cooking skills are not very good." Even if they are not in the Xuanyuan family, no one in the Feng family will cook deliberately. Take care of the next person. Feng Xingtian is really afraid, what should he do when there is a fire here.

Almost in the next instant, Ruo Shui's eyes had shifted to Feng Xingtian, his warning eyes slightly raised upwards, and his indifferent eyes made Feng Xingtian freeze. Did he say something wrong?

"Om!" The silver light in his hand suddenly appeared, and the Xuanji knives that were surrounded by them fell on the chopping board. Feng Qingge checked the kitchen utensils. After there was no problem, he rolled up his sleeves and took a deep breath: "Okay, get ready. Good food."

"What do you need?" Mu Cangyun leaned forward and asked.

It's just that he hasn't finished the action of taking things, and Feng Qingge has pushed him over, "Keep away, stay away from my things, I remember how you burned my kitchen last time, and now I still want to come and make trouble. what."

"..." Well, cooking is really not what Mu Cangyun is good at. He can go to the battlefield and cope with the court, but he is not interested in these meals. Although I don't know how to do it, there are quite a lot of things I dislike when it comes to eating.

I rummaged through my Najie, and there are still some simple movements. Feng Qingge is very fast and wants to make roast duck, so the first thing that comes to mind is the roast duck in the imperial capital, which is oily but not greasy, and the sauce The taste is also top notch. Now she does not dare to rashly use the flame of her life, so when she first started doing it, she still used the most traditional method.

Watching Feng Qingge take out the cucumbers, flour, green onions, etc. and put them on the chopping board, but haven't gone to roast the duck for a long time, Feng Xingtian asked a little puzzled: "Isn't this duck stripped, bald, slaughtered and put on the shelf? A spread, can you eat it after it is cooked? Are you planning to cook these for soup or stir-fry?"

"...Do you have the time to cook soup?" Feng Qingge was helpless, yes, he really is an old man with no cooking skills. It's okay to roast duck on a charcoal fire like this, but that's too casual. , In the state of no ingredients or on the road, killing chicken and roasting meat is fine, but now, the first meal should not be too shabby.

After preparing all the ingredients, Feng Qingge called water and washed the cucumbers and green onions. She casually swiped the Xuanji knife, the Tianshu knife fell into her hand, and the golden light jumped on her fingertips. She pressed the cucumber with one hand, and the Tianshu knife in her right hand spun and landed on the cucumber. , a few ordinary knives, without any gorgeous movements. Even the cucumbers are not evenly cut, the top is small and the bottom is large, which looks a bit strange.

Feng Xingtian couldn't help but feel ashamed, this is not as good as him.

It's just that Feng Qingge didn't give him any chance. When the last knife fell, she pressed the tail of the cucumber with her left hand and pulled it towards the back. The green cucumber peeled off with the tail, as if Like a snake shedding its skin, the peeled cucumber peeled away and was thrown aside by Feng Qingge.

The slender fingers brushed lightly on the molting cucumber, and the even cucumber strips had been placed. Feng Qingge took out the plate, put the whole cucumber into the plate, and gently pressed the right hand towards the front. , the cucumber strips are neatly lined up, like steps, neatly arranged.

Feng Xingtian, who had never seen such a technique, widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "When did you do this, and this cucumber can automatically become a bar?"

"I cut it just now. The girl's cooking skills are very good. Master, just wait and eat." Mu Cangyun laughed softly. He was too familiar with Feng Qingge's movements, so how could he not see through what she did. Every time the knife goes down, it seems to be very casual and easy, but it is cut together with the cucumber inside, and the blade is just right.

As for the green onions, it is even simpler. The cutting method of the hob is to cut the green onions into sections, and place them on the other side of the plate along with the cucumbers. Next is the seasoning. Pepper, a little chili powder, oil consumption, homemade sweet noodle sauce, a little sugar, etc. Every step is carried out according to the practice in memory.

When the seasoning was over, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Feng Qingge put all the seasonings and side dishes in ice cubes to freeze. Her eyes fell on the group of wild ducks, the corner of her mouth was hooked upward, and her slender figure was like lightning. Although it was not as fast as Ruo Shui, her sensitivity was unparalleled. The wild duck that just flew into the air was hit by her hands. The area, turned into a circle in the air, had already fallen into her hands.

She brushed her hands along the feathers of the wild duck, the duck in her hand seemed to be bald, all the feathers fell, and the hands were pinched at will on the duck's body, making the meat fully active, killing the duck and cleaning it up, the wind was singing. Her hands were immersed in the water. If you were careful, you would find that there was a chill in her hands, and the water after washing the ducks was also smoking cold.

Once, twice, three times...until all the blood clots in the duck meat were removed, Feng Qingge put down the duck in her hand, squatted down and looked at the fruit trees, with the flame of life in her hand, she didn't have to worry that the firewood would not catch on, But because the temperature here is too low, the flame must be maintained for a long time.