Ode to Longevity

Lan Yu almost agreed, but he squeezed his hands tightly and said indifferently, "Such a waste is not enough for me to take action. Che Guanghui, you go, as the chef of the Su residence, I have mine. Guidance, what are you afraid of?"

"Alright, Master Blue Rain!" Che Guanghui was even more excited, nodding his head again and again. He was lucky to be able to get the guidance of Grandmaster Blue Rain. Master Blue Rain, looking at the genius chefs in the entire continent, if he can get his appreciation and guidance, his status will definitely skyrocket from now on!

Feng Qingge just hummed disdainfully, she was not arrogant, but from the glorious details of this car, she could see that this person's cooking skills were average. The kitchen utensils he carries with him are required to be clean and sharp. He is full of fat, and although the kitchen knife around his waist is sharply polished, there is still a trace of oil on the knife.

The pair of big fat hands showed, there was black dirt in the long nails, and the fingers were very rough, without the appearance of jade and slender hands. Such a chef can't even match half of Bu Jinyu's, let alone beat her.

"Then Master Blue Rain, you are a master chef. You will be the judge of the tasting this time, how about that?" Su Muze said with a smile. Master Lan Yu is on their side, and he is a master chef. There are many more of them. A chance to win.

Wuming licked his lips, touched his stomach and said, "I just happen to be hungry, so let's get together and be a judge, how about eating and seeing?"

"What kind of flavor can you eat, you stinky brat, hum!" Lan Yu hummed disdainfully, then waved his hand and said, "This competition is very simple, the prawns are yours to compete for, so let the prawns be the main thing. Lord, make a dish, the creativity is up to you, and try it in half an hour."

Do prawns?

Feng Qingge looked at the fungi in Wuming's hands, and was a little speechless. She also planned to take this prawn back to make it for Mu Cangyun, and is she doing it now for such a disgusting Blue Rain?

She didn't want her dishes to be ruined, she was thinking about what to do when she heard Lan Yu muttering: "This time, we must try something new, a dish must test knife skills, carving, creativity, color, aroma, flavor and taste. It is definitely a must.”

Originally, he planned to make something casually and then deal with it and pass the test, but after Lan Yu said so much, Feng Qingge really wanted to slap him. Looking at the prawn in front of her, she just took out one in distress.

She didn't plan to ask the person on the opposite side to provide the ingredients, but just bought a few prawns and put her in the pit. She asked for the ingredients, I'm afraid these people will keep talking. Rubbing her temples, Feng Qingge watched the guard of the Su residence quickly set the stove.

The opposite Che Guanghui had already moved, and his big greasy hand picked out the vegetables from the market and kept stuffing them into his bamboo basket. What's more, stuffed with expensive abalone, sea cucumber and other ingredients, it looks extremely luxurious.

idiot.

Feng Qingge snorted disdainfully, reached out and took a cucumber, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, cleaned the prawn that was taken out.

Cucumbers, prawns, these are her ingredients?

"Pfft, hahaha, what are you doing, Feng Qingge, what can something like this do, hahaha..." Su Lin, who saw this scene, even burst out laughing, tears almost falling. These two ingredients don't match at all, and choosing these two ingredients is tantamount to dying.

Obviously, prawns are the best choice for making soup, and the seafood that Che Guanghui chooses is all for making soup. On the contrary, the group of funny ingredients Feng Qingge chose is more like a clown.

"I thought that a beautiful woman should be affectionate, knowledgeable, good-looking and well-bred. I didn't expect it to be like the Shiba Inu barking on the street. It's a pity, it's a pity." The ingredients are placed on the table, watching the wind Qingge on the opposite side.

Half an hour was indeed too long for her.

Reaching out to measure the weight of the cucumber in his hand, Feng Qingge tilted his head to look around, touched his head and said, "A three-inch long knife, do you have it?"

"As a chef, the kitchen knife never leaves your body. I really doubt if you are a chef." Lan Yu couldn't help sneering, looking at Feng Qingge with contempt.

The corner of his mouth ticked upwards, Wuming nodded slightly, waved his right hand lightly, and a blue light shot out, he smiled lightly: "I'll lend you this knife."

"Thank you!" Catching the cold knife, Feng Qingge's face sank. This knife is far from being as light as it looks, but is slightly heavier than ordinary kitchen knives. With a strange symbol, like a dagger, there are two streamers entwined on both sides.

Although he didn't know where the knife came from, Feng Qingge knew that the knife was valuable.

I didn't want to use the Xuanji knife, but I didn't expect to borrow such a carving knife.

I thought what Feng Qingge would do to the cucumber with the knife, but what surprised everyone was that Feng Qingge took out the shrimp with his hands, just like a child, with the shrimp meat sticking to his hands, kneading with his slender index and middle fingers until The clump of meat became sticky.

If the food is being played with like this, no matter how good the appetite is, I am afraid that it will not be able to eat.

Only Wuming looked at Feng Qingge with interest. He watched Feng Qingge wash his hands three times, and then he squeezed the shrimp head and took out the shrimp. And that pair of round little hands, as clear as carvings. The two moving fingers seem to be playing with the shrimp, but they are actually pressing the shrimp meat with the same force, so that the meat of the shrimp can be perfectly fused and evenly stressed.

With a pick with his left hand, a lightning-like movement flashed, Feng Qingge put the shrimp meat on the chopping board, it really looked too shabby, and even the thumb-sized shrimp meat could not be eaten much in one bite.

"What's this, disgusting!" The spoiled Su Lin said disdainfully, turning to look at Che Guanghui who was cooking seafood, she showed a smile of approval.

After putting down the shrimp meat, Feng Qingge's right hand slowly fell, and the shrimp shell quietly fell on the chopping board. Looking closely, the shrimp meat was completely peeled off in the transparent shrimp shell, leaving only the empty shell, which was strange. The thing is, there is not even a trace of it to be found.

And this scene is only seen in Wuming's eyes, this is...

It's cucumber again...

Touching the thing in her hand, Feng Qingge couldn't help sighing, the knife in her right hand jumped out gently and landed in her hand, she picked it up slightly in her slender hand, her index finger and middle finger were holding the knife, a faint blue The light jumped out.

The green skin fell with her movements, and the slender skin seemed to be about to do so, dancing in the air. The peeled green skins are connected together, and no matter how fast the movements in Fengqing Singer are, it never breaks.