Chapter 150

"Perhaps." He replied intentionally or unintentionally, Bu Jinyu opened the flour in front of him, gently drew his right hand, the trickling water fell into the flour, he took a deep breath, and had already ignored everything in the outside world. A gift that should have been given to you.

A powerful big hand suddenly landed on the flour. He waved a hand. There were more than a dozen bags of white flour and fell on the chopping board at the same time. His hands moved like lightning, and afterimages passed by, as if a thousand hands were waving, and the large flexible hands fell, kneading or kneading, and the dough was in his hands, changing at will.

To make a dough, do you need to put that much stuff?

The fire stick is a little speechless. In his opinion, these flours are used to make steamed buns. Don't steamed buns and buns all taste the same? What's more, he is a spirit body now, and he can't eat anything. Is it feasible to use food to awaken the soul of Feng Qingge?

"Huh..." After a long time, Mu Cangyun released his tightly clenched hands, the light in his black eyes flashed, his black figure was like lightning, and he flew out with a strong wind. , slammed towards the cliff ahead.

"Boom!" In the thick fog, the small thing flashed quickly, slipped away from Mu Cangyun's fingers, and shot into another place.

Binding the rattan and falling back to the place, Mu Cangyun said coldly, "It's a three-eyed phantom butterfly, a three-star spirit beast, capable of creating illusions. It's just that this thing is too cunning and difficult to lure out. But it is greedy. It's fun to eat, the cattle and sheep sacrificed by the herdsmen in the Sang Kingdom have probably entered its stomach. In winter, there are no sacrifices and food shortages, so it will seduce the human body with illusions. But... This time it forced out the girl Soul, it didn't move, maybe because of the lightning on this layer."

"It turned out to be that thing." Burning Fire Stick was clear in his heart, and said coldly: "The mere three-eyed fantasy butterfly dares to do it in front of me. If there is a real entity, I will destroy its clan!"

Mu Cangyun smiled coldly and explained: "You don't have to do it, the number of three-eyed phantom butterflies born is very small, and there are only a few cubs that have survived for tens of thousands of years. There is. This thing likes mental attacks, but it is pitifully weak, and it has nothing but fast speed. After it comes out in a while, you and I will work together to make it nowhere to hide!"

"Why should I listen to you?" Raising his eyebrows, he was a little impatient with the fire stick, but he could only do this for now.

"Touch!" The movement in his hand sank, and the kneaded dough trembled in Bu Jinyu's hands, the cold light in his eyes burst out, he stood coldly, looking at the dough in front of him, those eyes seemed to see through the dough, Mental strength is highly concentrated.

At the next moment, the pair of slender hands moved, and under the flapping of his fingers, small butterflies appeared in his hands. Even Mu Cangyun couldn't see his movements clearly. The movements were skillful, and his hands were gently closed. , a vivid butterfly appeared.

The knife in the right hand flew, and at the moment when it was pinched, the pattern on the butterfly's body and the slightly trembling tentacles were all outlined at this moment. If Feng Qingge is sober, he will also be praised by Bu Jinyu's cooking skills.

This skill alone cannot be accomplished in ten years. Even if she is good at carving with knife skills, she can't carve such a perfect butterfly. That one-stop action is completely arbitrary, not something that can be done with a strong sword.

At the same time, the little thing hidden in the dark stuck its head out, blinked its eyes, and looked at the food it made, it couldn't help but muttered, its little feet were tightly attached to the rattan, showing a sad expression. .

The steamer quickly fell, and the seasoning in his hand fell into the plate. Bu Jinyu lowered his head and said nothing, but the right hand was placed under the steamer, and he gently opened his palm. Firewood for cooking.

"Born flames!" Mu Cangyun's eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tick upwards, taking a step forward, Jinyu, cooking with his own natal flames is really luxurious.

Turning his head to look at the figure in front of him, Mu Cangyun sat indifferently on the cold stone. He was not afraid of the lightning in front of him, his hands were wrapped by the star power and pressed on the lightning.

"Girl, can't you see me? Is there really no me in your world?" In a low voice, with a hint of lament, in the depths of his black eyes, a strange light that is hard to find with the naked eye flickered, and Mu Cangyun couldn't help it. He took a breath and whispered, "I trust you, and I won't arrange anyone to be by your side. Can you hear me, girl..."

"Heh..." With a self-deprecating smile, the soul of the sitting human finally moved. Stiffly, he lowered his head and looked at his arms like a treasure, his hands wrapped around the thing in his arms in a strange arc, and raised his hands, as if he was throwing away something.

She stood up tremblingly, like a walking dead, and was about to leave.

"No, stop her!" Mu Cangyun's face sank, and he spread his hands to stop Feng Qingge. The star power in her hand exploded, hitting her head against the thunder and lightning, the two star power collided with each other, and the surroundings trembled violently.

The person who got up also seemed to be disturbed by the movement. His helpless eyes looked towards Bu Jinyu, the focus in his black eyes refocused, and he was attracted by the ingredients on the table.

"Why do you enter the kitchen, why do you study."

hum...

With a buzzing sound in his mind, Feng Qingge stood, slender fingers grabbed forward, holding the ball of flour in his hand.

"The dough made from the fusion of thirteen kinds of flours, including the hard flour from the north, is dry and rainy all the year round, and the wheat is rooted in the soil, so it is very chewy when eaten. It is also mixed with the southern flour, which is well-seasoned and the flour is soft but not chewy. The soft flour at the intersection of the two sides is blended, mixed with other miscellaneous noodles, the hardness is medium to high, easy to carve, and there are miscellaneous noodles, it will not be too tough, but some will be more fresh and delicious." The voice came out of her mouth, and she was completely attracted by the dough, unaware of her surroundings.

She slowly rolled up the clothes on her arms and put her fair hands into the flour, but she was pondering.

Just these words made Jin Yu's whole body tremble. Ordinary pastry chefs don’t take these things into consideration at all, and only use the same kind of flour to make steamed buns or buns, some of which are delicious. It has toughness, chews more chewy, and tastes sweeter.

But for a real pastry chef, in addition to yeast, the pastry of this choice is also very important. Feng Qingge just kneaded the dough and knew what he was using, how could he not let Jin Yu be surprised. It's just the next scene, his eyeballs almost fell to the ground, it was something he would never forget for the rest of his life!

The weak and boneless hand suddenly opened, and when the ten fingers suddenly exerted force, the whole chopping board trembled. The moment she lifted the dough, she only heard a "pop", the chopping board made of wood, It disintegrated in that instant and turned into ashes!

The expression on Bu Jinyu's face was even more unsightly. How much finger strength was required to press his own cutting board like this without star power?