Chapter 65

"Huh? The little ruffian is quite clever this time. That's right. When using medicated food, we should start from the most basic areas to improve the body, and then take other supplements to regulate the body." Feng Qingge nodded. , looking around.

Bu Jinyu's home is even more difficult, the family is poor, and there must be nothing good in the kitchen.

It is impossible to make an exquisite meal, but now the elderly are not suitable for eating too greasy food. Ordinary and nutritious food will be much better.

Sure enough, Bu Jinyu's cheeks flushed, and he said hesitantly, "I, I only have some rice and a little green vegetables at home. I don't have any good things ready. I, I will go to the market to buy something right away, what do I need?"

The big hand rubbed against his clothes, and Bu Jinyu was about to rush out.

As a chef, the kitchen at home is so shabby, which has made him very embarrassed. It's not that he wants to do this himself, but that no matter what he does, his mother won't take a bite, so that he can't help it, and he can't eat those things himself. In the end, he eats a little porridge every day, and the green vegetables enough.

"No need, as a chef, getting some ingredients is just a trivial matter." As long as it is something alive and edible, Feng Qingge is free to come.

Bu Jinyu frowned slightly. In the Cuiwei Pavilion, he had already seen Feng Qingge's cooking skills. Although it was only approximate, he had already admired him from the bottom of his heart. No one had ever been able to use such a skilled knife skill. At that time, he had already determined that Feng Qingge was a chef, but...

Shaking his head, Bu Jinyu reminded: "I also tried to let my mother eat, but she didn't speak anyway, so..."

"That's because the method you used was wrong. What you made is really delicious, but unfortunately, you overlooked a little." Turning to look at the old lady in the bedroom, the light in Feng Qingge's black eyes flashed. Go, the person with the fair little finger on the couch said softly, "The most important thing as a chef is to know the person who eats. No matter how good the food is, if it doesn't mix with the crowd, it will surely die in the cradle. It's like babbling. Young children like new sweets that are fun and tasty. Adults focus on taste. Older people like chewy and delicious things. Different people have different requirements for what they do. What do you think? Your mother, can you eat abalone and bear paw now?"

"You mean..." As his eyes lit up, Bu Jinyu couldn't help taking a breath of air, yes, in the way his mother is now, even if she was serving the delicacies of the mountains and seas that the emperor liked to eat, she would never come across a mouthful. Because he doesn't know enough about the people who taste his own food!

Just ask a dying person, who would eat those greasy things.

With an indifferent smile, Feng Qingge said softly, "Clean the kitchen, I'll go out for a walk."

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Bu Jinyu nodded excitedly. The most important thing for a chef, besides his hands, is the kitchen utensils. No chef wants to see the kitchen utensils in his hands, which are dirty. Although his kitchen utensils are cleaned every day, but now he is washing the pots and pans over and over again, hoping to see what Feng Qingge has done.

My Xuanji sword.

Feng Qingge's flesh almost hurts when he thinks of his last life. If Xuanji Knife was here, she would still babble about what to do. Any food made by Xuanji Knife would have to be eaten by even cancer patients. She had to build such an artifact kitchen as soon as possible. come out.

"Boss, do you understand what Sister Tangyuan said?" Zheng Zixu stared blankly at Bu Jinyu who was brushing the bottom of the pot, and Feng Qingge was just making a fuss by himself. Jin Yu is also making a fuss, is it possible that he really believes that using these ingredients can save people?

In that case, what do pharmacists and alchemists need to do?

Waving his hand slightly, Mu Cangyun showed a shallow smile, and said with a soft laugh, "I don't understand, but if she can really cook a meal to cure the disease, it's not..."

"Isn't it, boss, you actually believe in little sister Tangyuan? That food can heal the body. I, I will be a puppy for life. Every time I see her, I greet her with a bark!" Zheng Zixu said angrily, he had never seen death. Brainy people, what a joke, although medicated foods are available in various countries, they cannot be used as the main medicine for treatment.

On the other hand, Ying Lingfei, who was on the side, said with a cold face: "Bet once, lose once. Have you become a dog less often?"

"You, you! Eagle, others say that a woman's elbow is turned outward, how come you are like a bitch, tearing down my stage!" The depressed Zheng Zixu shouted angrily, but still That's really the case. The few times he made a bet with Feng Qingge, it seemed that he lost all of them?

Ying Lingfei asked in a cold voice, "Is your elbow pointing inward?"

"..." It's not good to change my team friend!

At this moment, Zheng Zixu just wanted to hold the pillow and cry bitterly. It was really sad to have a teammate who lacked roots.

However, in the time of a stick of incense, Feng Qingge had already returned with the ingredients. She ignored the depressed people in the back room and walked straight into the kitchen. And the brightly brushed kitchen utensils were placed one by one, and more than a dozen kitchen knives were placed one by one, which looked more gorgeous than his bedroom.

"I, go out first." Seeing Feng Qingge in the kitchen, Bu Jinyu lowered his head and turned to close the door.

You must know that on the Xingyue Continent, every chef has his own skills. It is not easy to learn from a teacher. If you stay in the kitchen, you will be stealing from others. Therefore, when the chef cooks, only a few potential chefs are left to fight, and everyone else avoids it.

However, Feng Qingge waved his hand and said: "Why go out, keep it. Cooking is a matter of fate. Jin has no feet, no one is perfect, Master Bu, you are good at pasta, and you are more skilled in this aspect than me. Much taller. You can see what I'm doing now, and when I make it for your mother, it will give her an appetite."

"Is this suitable?" Rubbing his hands together, Bu Jinyu hesitated.

However, Feng Qingge said depressedly: "Why is it inappropriate, learn as much as you can, I will try to slow down as much as possible. Really, the ancients are too pedantic and conservative..."

The fair hands put the collected items separately, and Bu Jinyu didn't hear the whispers behind Feng Qingge. But fortunately, he can stay and see what Feng Qingge has done, which is a good thing.

At some point, Mu Cangyun was already sitting in the kitchen, with one hand on the wheelchair, watching Feng Qingge who was washing dishes. I just felt that Feng Qingge at this time, her eyes became clearer and clearer, like a black hole, attracting all his attention.

A simple look and the movement of turning around are all so natural. And the smile on the corner of the mouth, the thin lips that are slightly open, and the beautiful voice, it seems to be...

"It's just right, I'll help you burn the fire when you come here. Hey, I'll lend you a fire stick." He stretched out his hand and threw the black fire stick directly at Mu Cangyun. It wasn't that Feng Qingge was making fun of Mu Cangyun, but this The guy is in a wheelchair, just enough to reach for the firewood to cook on the fire.

"Cough..." Mu Cangyun retracted his consciousness, held the fire stick he took out from the cave, and looked at Feng Qingge with a slightly depressed look, darling, the stuff in here is very stinky, if he knew that he was being treated as a If you burn a fire stick, you will definitely be furious.