Chapter 183

The movements of the corners of her mouth were stiff, and Feng Qingge looked at the ice sculpture in front of her almost sluggishly. It's just overheating, it can be like this, if used in other cuisines, this result...

The things in his mind were suddenly clear, as if he had discovered a new continent, Feng Qingge squeezed his small fist excitedly, "I finally know, the flame of my life, I must get the flame of my life!"

"You can get the flame of your life if you want, stinky boy, let you talk about the shortcomings, you have said so much, you don't even have a clue." Zhong Menxi sneered, it really is just a child, said so many things , completely useless.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Feng Qingge straightened up and turned to look at Feng Yuan, but she didn't realize that at the moment when she turned around, Mu Cangyun, who was behind her, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and the slender fingers He knocked on the table and chair, like an old fox who had succeeded in his tricks.

Chilled slightly, Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning, looked up at Zhong Menxi, and instead asked, "The title of the second question is about beauty, right?"

"So what?" With a trembling in his heart, Zhong Menxi quickly avoided Feng Qingge's gaze. Those sharp eyes made him uneasy, as if he had been exposed naked in front of her eyes. Strange, such a little devil, where does such an aura come from?

With an indifferent smile, Feng Qingge tapped the ice cubes in front of her and continued: "Whether it is the beauty on the surface or the beauty on the inside, there are hidden connotations. Just like this ice sculpture, which was given to Princess Weiner by Feng Yuan, it contains hidden meanings. His love for Princess Wiener. Even though it was delicious, he overlooked one point. He did not check himself, and did not cook with care at all. This dish, good or bad, was defeated here. I, It didn't taste delicious at all, on the contrary, it was bland."

"What did you say, the food you dare to say is not good!" Feng Yuan slammed the table, and the whole person was furious.

He didn't like any of the gifts he gave to women, but now Mu Cangyun said it was hypocritical and Feng Qingge said it was bland, how could he bear it!

Helplessly shrugging her shoulders, Feng Qingge glanced at Mo Yang and said indifferently, "Good or bad, it's not a verbal comment. Your dishes have been tried, and Mo Yang's is next."

"You!" Feng Yuan stared, if it wasn't for Zhong Menxi pulling him, he would have rushed out long ago. He can only clench his teeth tightly, this account, he will settle it with this stinky boy later!

Completely silent in his own world, Mo Yang had already divided the rice porridge into three portions and sent them to the table in front. With his right hand lightly, the orange grudge rushed out, and the door outside slammed shut.

The kitchen knife in his right hand spun lightly, cutting the rope, and the heavy curtain fell, completely blocking out the sunlight outside. In the entire hall, only the bright light remained.

"What are you trying to do!" Zhong Menxi panicked. He had long heard that a student from Chaoyang Sect had come to the capital, but he never thought that the one in front of him was just one. Is Mo Yang intending to kill someone by doing this?

This is Sang Guo's territory, how dare he use brute force?

"Brush!" Holding the jujube on the side, Mo Yang's right hand sank, and he hit it steadily forward. The bright light disappeared, and the entire hall immediately darkened.

"This is my second dish. You don't need too much sunlight. You can use it when you are still in your heart." He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest. , to give the name of beauty is not too much at all.

Weiner had never seen such a meal before. She grabbed Mu Cangyun's arm in a panic. After Mo Yang finished speaking, she reached out and lifted the lid in front of her.

The silver-white light flickered with the movement of the cover, and a little starlight ignited in the whole hall, and a little light flickered on the gilded ceiling. The hall completely enveloped in darkness was like a dark night, with the starlight shining. , as if in the stars!

"How is this possible!" Feng Yuan jumped up abruptly, his fat body shook violently, he opened his mouth wide and looked ahead, this is impossible, how could a student stinky boy turn this place into a star, Must be cheating, must be!

"Okay, so beautiful..." Weiner was shocked. In the casserole in front of him, the black rice grains were dotted with stars, and the faint fragrance came out, which was extremely attractive.

Something added to the rice porridge?

Feng Qingge subconsciously turned her head to look at Mo Yang, there was still a ray of light in his right hand, and when he looked at it, Feng Qingge was stunned. It turned out to be the case. He actually thought of adding pearl powder to black rice and using Jinluan Sheng. The glorious bricks and tiles of the hall reflect such a scene.

Being able to think of this dish in such a short time, Mo Yang is really not easy.

"Please." Mo Yang didn't speak, just stood indifferently, looking at the few people in front of him.

Weiner couldn't stand the temptation and temptation of food, picked up the spoon and immediately scooped a spoonful of rice, the fragrant rice grains reverberated in his mouth, sweet and tasted very good. Compared with Feng Yuan's throbbing fish, it was indifferent and silent. It is like being in the night sky under the bamboo forest, listening to the sound of the wind and leaves, and looking at the peace and tranquility of the stars.

However, under this sweetness, the weird taste came in like a violent storm, completely swallowed in the throat, and at the heart, it was as if something was beating, and the pain was incomparable. The teardrops in the eyes fell down like a broken thread. This familiar taste is...

It was like being in his mother's arms, with a gentle feeling wrapped around him, as if back then, under the pear tree, holding the mother's hand, looking at the pear blossoms in three miles, and counting the drizzle of pear blossoms. It's just that the warmth of the year will never go back, just like myself, after that period of youth, now galloping on horseback, it will never change back to the naive appearance of the year.

At that time, the silence disappeared, and under this time, it melted.

"Mother concubine..." The tears of the elite dripped down, Wei Na stared at the front, with both hands on his chest, raised his head abruptly, and looked at Mo Yang, who was standing with his hands behind his back, eating this dish, really It hurts, it hurts.

cry, cry?

Even Zhong Menxi was startled, and quickly picked up the spoon, the black rice porridge had a strange smell coming into his nostrils, and he couldn't help roaring, "You stinky boy, what are you doing nasty? Princess Wiener wept."

"Cang..." The spoon in his hand fell into the bowl, Mu Cangyun turned his head to look at Mo Yang, and said indifferently, "Your mother..."

"It's just been a year since I passed away." He slowly closed his eyes, Mo Yang resisted forcefully, his hands hidden in his sleeves were already clenched, and he didn't even know that his fingernails had penetrated into the flesh and blood.

His sword eyebrows raised slightly, and Mu Cangyun directly ignored Zhong Menxi, who was facing him, and continued to ask, "The name of this dish."