Chapter 229

Pu Zheng snorted coldly, weighed the seven heavy weapons in his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "Come on, boy, come with me and give her something. A good cook doesn't even have a kitchen knife, how can you compare. "

"It's a bit late..." Heavy panting and breathing sounded, and all eyes shifted.

Under the sunlight, the black figure became thinner and slender, and her smooth little face was already covered with dust, like a little wild cat that had just rolled. She took off her coat, wrapped the ingredients she was looking for, ignoring everyone's gaze, and returned to her stove.

What can I do in half an hour?

Putting down his coat, Feng Qingge carefully untied it, but saw that the clothes were covered with white powder.

"Flour..." The cold light in front of her eyes suddenly appeared, Xiao Xu stared at the things on Feng Qingge's chopping board, the pair of sword eyebrows suddenly raised, she was able to find flour in poor areas! No, there is no such thing in a place like that, how could she...

His eyes fell on Feng Qingge's red fingers, Xiao Xu's face changed again, did he find wheat and grind it into flour by himself? Wind light song, a little interesting.

However, Feng Qingge was rather depressing. No way, who called her a magical alchemist. I found the one that flew in the sky, the one that ran on the ground, and the one that swam in the water, and finally found that the most important flour was missing. In desperation, she could only ask the uncle to burn the fire stick.

As a result, the uncle threw out the great flour seed, wheat, and asked her to refine the Jiuqu Dan, which ripens wheat, and used the thirteen-star magic core as nourishment to grow wheat, harvest wheat, and finally polish it. .

She spent the most time, but was the most prepared one.

"Crash..." Biting off the kettle in his hand, he blended the water made by the 13-star magic core into the flour. Feng Qingge gently drew his hands and smiled softly after feeling the suction between the flour.

Subconsciously, the pair of sensitive little hands turned away, turning in the direction of yin and yang, and with a slight movement of the right hand, the pattern of Tai Chi appeared on the chopping board.

"Eighteen swords of the emperor, nine hands of purgatory... heh... Master, your apprentice really embarrassed you, and he never realized the last move." With a self-deprecating smile, Feng Qingge lowered her head, slender The little hand moved suddenly like lightning.

The palms flew open like lightning, and the movements that were hard to see with the naked eye unfolded. With a heavy hand, the whole dough trembled violently, and jumped up with her movements. On the dough, the firm palm print appeared.

"The first level of the nine-handed purgatory, the Eight Diagrams Palm... one palm, two palms, four palms, sixteen palms..." The dazzling movements unfolded. The dough rolled in the air, and her hands fell down accurately, hitting every corner of the dough. Before the deformed dough could change, it was hit by a fist and was constantly crushed and deformed.

"Thirty-two palms, forty-eight palms, sixty-four palms!" A deep voice broke out, and a wonderful figure danced around the stove. The nimble little hand fell, and the whole dough fell on the chopping board with a slap. become extremely soft.

Xiao Xu's face darkened, this palm technique was something he had never seen before and could be used to beat flour. The flour for making steamed buns must be tougher. At this moment, Feng Qingge’s flour is so soft, it is definitely not for making steamed buns or steamed buns. Such flour is only suitable for shumai!

Flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, how can she make shumai? That smell, if you are not careful, it will smell, and everything you make is a failure!

Letting out a mouthful of turbid air, Feng Qingge straightened her breath, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the flour, gently squeezed it with her left hand, and quickly pressed her right hand on the small dough. The round thin crust appears on the chopping board.

Not big or small, neither thin nor thick, every thin skin is exactly the same, perfect.

"This, how can it be so delicate..." The cold sweat on his forehead kept falling, and Xiao Xu couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Now that there are opponents in the chess game, it is completely impossible to decide who will win and who will lose. Feng Qingge, can't tell, you still have two brushes!

"Okay, that's amazing..." Mo Yang was completely dumbfounded. Although he had studied cooking with Feng Qingge, he had not yet reached the point of worship. Even when she was fighting with the people from Yinxing Zhaiyue Pavilion, she didn't show her true level.

Dozens of sheets of thin skin were ready in a few breaths, Feng Qingge spread out his coat, and the wrapped thing was also presented in front of everyone's eyes.

"Pfft, hahaha..." King Sang's laughter echoed away, staring at the things in Feng Qingge's package, his fat stomach trembled with laughter.

Those tattered little bowls, I don't know where they came from, contain some unknown liquid mixed together, and they look extremely disgusting. If Feng Qingge made this thing, then he would never take a bite.

"What kind of thing is this, can it be eaten? I said, do you really want to play or not, so abstain now." Wiener suppressed his laughter and laughed sarcastically.

Even Xiao Xu broke down at this moment, swept the contents of Feng Qingge's bowl, and grinned: "It turned out to be some eggs, shouldn't you use this as a shame?"

"I said you can shut up your chrysanthemums and flowers, don't you interfere with what I do?" Feng Qingge sneered, seemingly telling Xiao Xu to shut up, it also made Sang Wang and Wei Na's faces darken. If it weren't for the game time now, Feng Qingge would have been won long ago.

Stirring the things in the bowl, Feng Qingge frowned. The sand in the air was too big, and the eggs she collected were already covered with dust. It would definitely not work like this. As long as you take a bite, you will be spit out immediately.

Use something to get the dust out of it. but……

"Master, can you think of a way?" Grabbing his head, Feng Qingge said in a depressing voice transmission.

And the resting fire stick said almost without thinking, "Just filter out the dust inside."

"What you said sounds good, I'll go get something to filter, I..." The light in front of her eyes flashed, and Feng Qingge was slightly startled, yes, why did she forget this trick. Yes, it works.

"Master, I know you are well-informed, and you like to read and read when you have nothing to do at ordinary times. All of my narration rings have been confiscated. There is only a Xuanji knife in the Qiankun ring. Can you lend me a book?" Feng Qing Song put his hand in his arms and made a fumbling motion.

The old man who burned the fire stick rolled his eyes and murmured, "Rory, let's do it, I'll lend it to you, don't bother me."

"Uncle Xie, you should rest a lot." With joy in her heart, Feng Qingge touched the extra book in her arms, the corner of her mouth ticked upwards, and she took out the book confidently.

This scene surprised Weiner. She has never liked reading and literacy. Now, seeing Feng Qingge carrying books with her, she said in dissatisfaction: "Yo, you still have books, you think you are entering the examination room for the exam. Do you still want to crawl to read a book?"