Chapter 1625

"Master, your cooking is wonderful. I love you so much!" Steamed bread excitedly eating braised fish, stingy bar to divide the seal star shadow half fish tail.

"Try it?" Feng Xingying pushes the fish to Qiu Yingqi, who is the chef.

Feng Xingying feels that she has a magic aura, that is, she is always a master of theory and a practical idiot in cooking.

Whatever she makes by herself is not delicious, and what others make under her guidance is good.

Those senior brothers who were instructed also served the dishes separately. This table is full. I feel good.

"Mine, mine, all mine."

"Younger martial Sister Feng, you are very good. Will you come to the kitchen to teach us how to cook in the future?"

"No problem." Feng Xingying was in a good mood: "I'll teach you how to squeeze peanut oil first?"

Elder martial brother is really savvy: "no, I've already seen it. Sixth younger martial brother, take a few people to buy all the peanuts in Dali. "

"Sunflower seeds, walnuts and almonds can be bought back to make oil." Feng Xingying added.

"OK ~ ~"

"by the way, help me buy some fish. The fish made by elder martial brother is delicious." Steamed bread is a compliment.

"If you don't buy this, catch it yourself."

"Mean." Steamed bread ignored him, staring at the pot, there is a big fish coming out of the pot, this is the heavy dish.

"Don't look at it. It's filial to the master." Qiu Yingqi said coldly.

"What? It's my master's hard work. Why should you sell it well?" Steamed bread greedy insects on the brain, any excuse can be found.

"Send that letter to my younger martial sister."

“……”

Then there was cooking. Feng Xingying really didn't understand how the ancients survived. Let alone they didn't have pasta, even rice and wheat were cooked into porridge.

Feng Xingying made a dry meal, which can be regarded as a surprise. If she wants to make some more pasta, doesn't she want to be respected by the whole school?

No matter what, I'll be filial to my master first and make steamed bread.

On this day when Feng Xingying came to Lingshan sword school, he was attracted by his cooking skills.

On that day, when the whole peak ate white rice that night, everyone was satisfied. There was no way to describe it.

If there is food to eat, who is willing to drink porridge every day?

The next day, Feng Xingying got up early in the morning and quietly breathed in the sunshine, trying to get through the spiritual pulse of the body.

Steamed bread saw the figure that the eye is getting closer and closer, open a border suddenly, the whole room that seals star shadow is isolated.

Qiu Yingqi looked at the border with a black look on his face and reminded him in a loud voice: "Sister Feng, it's the custom of our Lingshan sword sect to get up every morning and practice sword. We can't slack off one day.

Younger martial sister, you'd better get up quickly and go back to the sword training platform with me. "

It was Qiu Yingqi who was isolated by the border, but he could not separate his voice. Feng Xingying responded angrily:

"what if I couldn't get up?"

"Younger martial sister, you are proficient in work and lack of fun. How do you practice sword like this?"

"I can't stand it. I'm talented." Feng Xingying is really a little angry. If she hadn't been able to do two things at once, Qiu Yingqi's voice would have interrupted her breakthrough.

Although Qiu Yingqi has no hostility and is just used to being self righteous, Feng Xingying is still upset.

"Is my sword skill better than yours, so I don't have to practice sword in the future?"

"Beat me? Younger martial sister joked. Even if I don't have any spiritual power, you are not my opponent. "

"That's what you said. You're not allowed to use any spiritual power. I'll see you at the sword testing platform after breakfast." Feng Xingying was determined by climbing the pole.

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