Chapter 152

The lightning from the white light fell fiercely on its fleshy body, and the green body turned pitch black in an instant, just like the first time it came into contact with this strange human soul. Unable to approach, this strange force stopped it, and it couldn't devour this person's soul at all.

"Tweet, Tweet... Tweet Tweet!" A sharp voice erupted from its mouth, and the orange star power surrounded its body, controlling its consciousness, quickly unlocking the illusion that it had created.

When everything in front of him returned to reality, and the appearance of Hongzhe was no longer around, the standing person looked at the people around him, his last gaze fell on the pastry in front of him, and he licked his lips and said, "Give me a pack..."

"..."

It's not Feng Qingge's gluttony, Bu Jinyu's unique skills are definitely not something ordinary people can eat. This pastry is made of more than a dozen kinds of flour blended. The perfect carving shape makes people appetizing. With the perfect dipping sauce, it melts in the mouth. The deliciousness that the pastry should have is completely integrated.

It seems that this pasta is supposed to taste like this, and it is completely impossible to taste that it is seasoned. Presenting the original flavor of the food, even with the addition of seasonings, only makes the food more delicious. This kind of taste is really great!

"啾啾!" The fat body was rolling in the pastry. Although the three-eyed magic butterfly was not big, it was very edible. With a small mouth, in less than a second, the entire pastry had fallen into its belly. The speed is simply indescribable.

Looking at the newly awake Little Fatty, maybe it was because of the injury at Sunset Cliff. He was half of his size, and his eyes glowed when he saw the food, and he couldn't help but enter. It only eats meat on weekdays, and it also kills half of the pastries.

It was pity for Zheng Zixu, who was hungry. Before the chopsticks went down, a table of cakes was gone. What made him even more depressed was that no matter how he begged Bu Jinyu, the people he brought back didn't give him face, they just didn't want to do it!

The illusion was automatically lifted, and the human soul returned to its place, but Feng Qingge forgot what happened to her. After eating a cake, she wiped her mouth contentedly. In her impression, she just went down and took the Xuanji knife. Then, for no apparent reason, I fainted. After waking up, there was one more meat worm and this delicious food, she was extremely satisfied.

"Little ruffian, when did you come? Listen to Mu Cangyun, you brought Chef Bu along by the way. You ate a lot of good things along the way, right?" Feng Qingge laughed while touching his stomach. , stretched out his thumb, and said with satisfaction: "Chef Bu, this pastry work is very good, it is a pity to work for Cuiwei Pavilion. I am now sent to Cencheng, and there is no business here. Why don't we join forces and open a restaurant?"

"Miss Feng, your cooking skills are better than mine, just call me Jin Yu. Miss Feng, if you open a restaurant, I will definitely help!" Bu Jinyu's heart trembled, knowing this sentence means that Feng Qingge can Teach him how to cook. Thinking of that purgatory nine-hand, a small dough can be made so well, then applying this purgatory nine-hand to meat, the effect is even more... He can't wait to follow Feng Qingge to the kitchen now to see if she has any How many unique skills.

Zheng Zixu on the side looked at Feng Qingge pitifully, and said angrily: "Sister Tangyuan, you didn't think of me, I'm so sad. Don't look at it, now Cencheng is exactly the same as the empty city. Jianshan is blocked, and there is no access to people. In front of you is the Sangguo prairie, and with so few people in Cencheng, what kind of economy do you want to develop?"

"And the most important thing is that Cencheng's mountains are exhausted, the grassland is full of cattle and sheep, and the output of crops is close to zero. If you want to open a restaurant, where do the ingredients come from? Do you think the people in Jiancheng will give you the ingredients? Or, Are you planning to walk a hundred miles to buy vegetables in Sang Country?" He shrugged helplessly, he had already seen the terrain when he came here, a ruined city with almost no hope of development, it completely needs help help from outside sources.

It's not bad to be a burden here. If you want to develop, it's a complete idiot.

Have you ever seen the development of the frontier into the capital, not to mention the capital, even if it is an ordinary town, it is impossible!

The perennial wars have already determined the development trend here. Unless the Sang Kingdom and the Yun Kingdom never go to war again, the place can still develop.

With the corners of her mouth raised, Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Why don't we make a bet to see if I can develop my hotel?"

"Um..." Bet again? Zheng Zixu only felt a chill all over his body, and goosebumps all over his body. Every time he made a bet with Feng Qingge, he only had to lose. Now that he came back, he was obviously jumping into a trap!

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Zheng Zixu hurriedly took out the long picture scroll from behind him, and changed the subject: "I'm here to tell you good news, come and see, this is three months later, the kitchen held in Sangguo Art competition."

He tore off another notice on the scroll, and Zheng Zixu frowned and said, "This is the news that my caravan brought back when they passed through Sangguo. On May 5th, there is a cooking competition. Whoever wins the first place in cooking, There are rewards!"

"Oh?" Glancing at the notice above, Feng Qingge was a little speechless. After clicking on it, it was nothing more than that the emperor wanted to eat well. The taste in the palace did not suit him. He recruited chefs outside. Palace qualifications. For those ordinary chefs, this is an opportunity for promotion and salary increase, but for Feng Qingge, there is no need to participate in such a competition, and it is a waste of her time.

However, Zheng Zixu shook his hand and said with a sinister smile: "If you don't go, you're going to make a big mistake. The reward that Sang Guo brought out this time is something that many chefs dream of. Even Chaoyang Sect. , some new star chefs will also participate. Keep your eyes wide open, the reward for the first place!"

Quickly raising the scroll, the scroll unfolded.

The pupils suddenly tightened, and the chopsticks in the Feng Qing singer were suddenly broken. Even Zhao Feng's gaze couldn't help but fall on Feng Qingge's waist.

The third Xuanji knife was perfectly presented on the paper. Although it was only a few strokes, how could she forget the shape of the handle and the blade? And the blade of this knife is concave, like an unfinished knife. At the tip of the blade, the back of the blade is bent, more like a blade for picking things. The body of the blade was blood red, with a flame printed on the blade, and the skeleton at the end was even more captivating. This is clearly her third Xuanji sword, named Tianquan sword.

The characteristics of the Xuanji knife are also written on it, and it is named Thunderbolt Blade. Can release thunder and lightning, backlash against the person holding the knife. The first person can get this device. Weapon forging level, unknown.