Chapter 235

The void in his right hand unfolded, and the golden rays of light gathered together, condensed into a brilliant ray, glittering like gold, floating in the sky above the snow pole. Dazzling ingredients have fallen into the glittering pot.

With a twist of his left hand, Feng Qingge didn't even see his movements, only a cold light appeared in his right hand, and at the moment of breathing, the ingredients in front of him immediately turned into pieces and fell into the pot. The flame of life appeared, but it was mixed with golden flames. The temperature around him suddenly rose, and even Feng Qingge couldn't help but retreat behind him.

Does this count as cooking? It's all about performing magic.

From the beginning to the end of the time, Xue Ji took less than three minutes. In the golden plate, the golden light appeared, as if the stars in the sky were copied to the plate, but under his combination, the messy The stars are actually arranged to be twenty-eight constellations.

When Xue Ji started, Feng Qingge knew that she was going to lose. She was uneasy about making moves, and Xue Ji was the same. Such cooking skills completely suppressed her, so much so that she couldn't do it at all! Once she starts, let alone three dishes, even if it is 30 or 300 dishes, she will not be able to compete with 1% of the people in front of her!

His right hand trembled, trying to hold the Tianshu knife tightly, but Feng Qingge found that her hands were too soft. Is this the true strength of the evil chef Xueji? It's terrible. She lost.

But...she didn't find all Xuanji knives at all, so how could she show Xueji?

"I... admit defeat." There is absolutely no comparison in the game, even if it is not comparable. This gap deeply hit Feng Qingge.

Her face turned pale, and she retrieved her own ring, but she was thinking about how to explain it to Xue Ji. She really doesn't have a Xuanji knife here.

"Hey, Feng Qingge, your stuff. You don't even plan to compare, do you just admit defeat?" A tender voice sounded, and then, the seven kitchen knives that flew out of the mouth were so familiar, it's a pity , but it is empty of appearance, without any soul.

By the way, there is also this set of Xuanji knives!

The light in his eyes appeared, and at the moment when the seven knives fell, Feng Qingge quickly reached out and put the Tianshu knives back into his holding ring, jumped up to catch all the Xuanji knives, and the corners of his mouth ticked upwards, indifferently. Said: "The seven kitchen knives are all here."

"Zi!" Holding the seven kitchen knives, the last limp body came out along the handle of the knife, making Feng Qing singer tremble in fright, and hurriedly threw one of the kitchen knives out.

Xue Ji, however, was quick-witted, quickly grasped the Xuanji sword flying out from the front, and unfolded his right hand. The poisonous snake wrapped around the handle of the knife was immediately chopped in half by him. His eyes were half-closed, and he laughed softly: "What a kitchen knife, once it returns to the master's hand, it will no longer attack. These seven kitchen knives are grouped together, take What's the name?"

"Xuanji knife." Feng Qingge smiled while touching the blade, put seven kitchen knives on the table, and asked, "However, I want to know your speed, why is it so fast, one dish..."

"Strength, with strength, you can do it too. It's a great feeling to be able to turn ingredients into food in an instant." Xue Ji smiled evilly, staring intently at Xuanji Knife.

These seven kitchen knives have different shapes, all of which are subtle changes, but have different uses. What kind of brain does it take to think of such a kitchen knife? For chefs, a knife is enough. However, the more advanced the cooking skills, the more precious the kitchen knives needed.

They are looking for perfection, not incomplete work.

Stroking the blade, Xue Ji smiled evilly: "Let's make a price, how much is this set of knives, I want all of them."

Almost choking on her own saliva, Feng Qingge's face sank, and she frowned: "No, these are my kitchen knives, they belong to me alone. Even if you buy them, you don't know their use. As a chef, you should know what kind of kitchen knife you are good at."

"Well, as a chef, you should know the kitchen knives you are good at. But, I just fell in love with yours, what can you do?" The corner of his mouth ticked upwards, and the Limang in his eyes suddenly opened, but Xueji remained the same. She looked at Feng Qingge so wickedly, not intending to give in.

If you want to buy and sell strongly, how is this possible. Although this set of Xuanji knives is not real, it is also made by Master Xie with all his heart, so how can it be measured by money!

"Feng Qingge, you've won the championship. I'll have a banquet today, and we'll drink and celebrate together in the evening! On the bonfire, roast the sheep..." With a wave of his right hand, Xue Ji dropped those words, turned around and left.

In the dark night, the bonfire rises, and the people sitting around the bonfire, holding wine, slaughtering beef and mutton on the spot, offering the best beauties, dancing and singing. In name, it was celebrating Feng Qingge winning the first place in the competition, but...

Holding the wine glass, watching King Sang keep toasting with Xue Ji, Feng Qingge's mouth twitched and moved, this King Sang was trying to please Xue Ji, the evil chef, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with her winning. But fortunately, the Tianshu knife has been put back into the ring, and three of the seven kitchen knives have been found.

The other one is in the Chaoyang Sect and will only appear at the alchemy meeting. As for the other three, it really makes it difficult for her to find it.

"Feng Qingge, you are the winner of the competition this time, and you should have a drink with us." King Sang turned his attention to Feng Qingge, reached out to take two jars of spirits, and moved towards Feng Qingge's table. After putting it on, he smiled proudly: "Come on, our hero of the Sang country is not like the girls, drinking a small cup of wine. If you want to drink, that's all, I respect you!"

Saying that, King Sang held the wine jar with one hand and poured it down his throat suddenly. The way he was drinking made Feng Qingge even more ashamed.

She tasted this strong wine, and the degree of alcohol is not low, at least about fifty degrees, which is completely incomparable to any highland barley water wine. Especially for this jar of liquor, she starts with at least ten pounds. If she drank it all at once, she might fall asleep like this for three days.

However, the old fox, King Sang, made it clear that he wanted her to drink, and he did it first as a respect. The emperor of the Sang Kingdom had already drank, so could she not drink it?

What should I do……

Looking at the liquor in front of her with a bitter face, Feng Qingge hurriedly said, "Master Burning Fire Stick, is there any way you can help me settle the liquor here?" Yu uses her internal strength to force the wine, and this fire stick uncle can also help her and use star power to drive away the alcohol.

However, this uncle was lazy, and said in a deliberately long voice, "Fine, do you want me to drink it for you?"

"It would be better if you could drink it. If I drink it, I might burp." Feng Qingge frowned and said anxiously.