Chapter 744

Zhuque delicacy pot

Five big characters, written on a plaque, hanging on the side.

A big pot half a person tall.

There is delicious chicken soup. The cook is Jing Xuan. He rolls up his sleeve and holds a big spoon in one hand, and adds seasonings and auxiliary dishes in the other hand.

In Jingxuan side to help, is a beautiful woman in red, a pair of red eyes hot, very special.

"Qian Jue, why do you keep a tight face?"

"Hum." In response to him, it was an unpleasant hum.

"You're still complaining about me. Oh, it's a big deal. It's just a name. I named it after you, which means that I attach importance to you." Jingxuan is smiling and seems to be in a great mood.

The cook's good mood means that the dishes he makes today will be very delicious.

The smart chef is different from the ordinary chef.

The dishes made by the spirit kitchen are full of the spirit, heart and feelings of the cooks.

"Then don't make chicken soup!" Qianjue protested.

She was a bird, a rosefinch.

As a result, the dead boy not only gave the name of a rosefinch delicious pot, but also cooked such a large pot of chicken soup. Does this not mean that she is the cooked chicken in the big pot in disguise?

Can it be better!

"Wild pheasant is rich in spiritual power, and there are many of them. The master said that it was the best way to make soup with it, so I chose it. It doesn't mean anything else." Jingxuan blinks at Qian Jue, and his expression is a little bad.

"Qian was speechless.

Spicy chicken!

It's sophistry!

As they were talking, they saw a wave of guests, dozens of them, coming this way.

"Little younger martial brother, we'll have chicken soup!"

"Younger martial brother, are you new here? You're a good cook. We can smell the soup from afar. "

"Younger martial brother, have a bowl."

"Two nights, younger martial brother!"

……

Hua La, there are not many places, several tables, all full, but also very crowded.

As soon as Jingxuan saw that the guests were so enthusiastic, he was inspired.

Start the soup.

Sheng out of the chicken soup, Qian Jue help to the end to the table.

Qianjue does things crisply and neatly. In a short time, dozens of bowls of chicken soup are all put.

And those guests, just after the first sip, immediately glared round their eyes, their faces glowed, their saliva flowed, and they poured a whole bowl into their stomachs, and the chicken and side dishes in the soup were all solved by them.

It's a good drink.

It's not enough to eat.

"Younger martial brother, your soup is really wonderful!"

"Another bowl, younger martial brother!"

"Younger martial brother, if any sister marries you, it's really blessed. Ha ha ha ha."

As soon as the words came out, the burst of laughter immediately started. On several tables, more than half of the men laughed together, with ridicule and blessing.

Meaningful eyes, all in Jingxuan and qianjue, back and forth.

"Younger martial brother, this girl is so beautiful. You are also very convinced."

"That's right. You two are a perfect match."

It is the so-called cannibal mouth soft, the guests' tongue was conquered by Jingxuan, this blessing words, a basket to jump out.

Jing Xuan was so elated that he rubbed against Qian Jue's side slightly, released a hand, took Qian Jue's thin shoulder and said: