Chapter 275

Quickly returning to Prince Cen's mansion with lightning speed, Feng Qingge took a few breaths and put down Liu Fufeng in his arms.

"Really, really exciting. It's the first time I've been hugged and jumped from such a high place." Today's Liu Fufeng is a little embarrassed, his pale face has turned pale, and his long black hair has become messy , The clothes are slightly open, the morbidity is not reduced, and it is even more weak.

Feng Qingge's cheeks flushed even more, and she coughed: "Well, sorry, I didn't expect...you sit down for a while, and I'll come when I go. Little ruffian, are you there?"

"Come on, Sister Tang Yuan, what are you doing?" Zheng Zixu, who was holding the spatula, rushed out immediately, his clothes were already dirty, and the handsome face was covered with pot dust, and the whole person was stunned. Just like mining coal.

Not only Zheng Zixu, but also Luo Xing and Pu Zheng behind him, all of them were like beggars, their long hair shot up into the sky, as if struck by lightning.

"You guys, what did you do?" The corners of her mouth twitched, and Feng Qingge stared at the three people in front of her with wide eyes.

Spitting out a puff of black smoke, Pu Zheng wiped his nose, tilted his head, and said stubbornly, "It's okay, I just wanted to eat when I was hungry, but there was nothing."

"Cooking by yourself, I didn't expect things to be really difficult to cook. Sister Tangyuan, you came back just in time. We haven't eaten for a day. You give... Who is he?" Zheng Zixu frowned, right On Liu Fufeng's eyes.

Panting and coughing, Liu Fufeng cupped his hands and said, "Liu Fufeng is here, Sang Guozhong..."

"It's just a friend of mine, little ruffian, isn't Bu Jinyu here? What do you need to eat like this?" Snatching the spatula in Zheng Zixu's hand, Feng Qingge frowned.

Luo Xing shrugged helplessly and said: "Chef Bu is in the store, we are nothing, you have to see what the person in the kitchen is like, and say that he is guilty and wants to have a meal. Here's something delicious for you. After a busy day, I made a dish."

"What?" Feng Qingge secretly said that it was not good. The kitchen of Prince Cen's mansion was just cleaned up not long ago, but she couldn't let the people in front of her be ruined. Before she could think about anything, Feng Qingge immediately ran towards the backyard.

The cold light in the black eyes suddenly appeared, Zheng Zixu stared at Liu Fufeng in front of him, and said coldly: "You are the one who stole Jiutian Heyu that day?"

"I first arrived in Yunguo. As for Jiutianheyu, isn't it Princess Weiner's dowry? How could I steal it?" Liu Fufeng coughed and panted softly, her weak appearance, even if she walked a few steps. Effortless, how could it be possible to steal something.

Even Zheng Zixu couldn't help frowning, but according to the portrait drawn by the dark guard that night, the person in front of him was no different. There's nothing wrong with this face... but is it really possible for such a sick person to steal Jiutian Heyu?

"What's the matter with you, can you let me check the pulse?" Zheng Zixu walked to Liu Fufeng's side a few steps, but Liu Fufeng stretched out his hand generously.

When Zheng Zixu touched Liu Fufeng's pulse, his eyes dimmed a little, the pulse was too messy, it was not deliberately forged by Xingli, this person is just an ordinary person, if there is no heaven and earth to hang his life, I am afraid long dead.

Could it be that there are still people who look so similar in this world?

"Sit down." Zheng Zixu made a gesture of invitation, his brows furrowed, unable to see Liu Fufeng's symptoms. Sister Tang Yuan, picked up another troublesome person.

Almost at the same time, Feng Qingge slammed open the door of the kitchen, and the person who was about to open the door inside was slapped by the door, and the whole person was stuck behind the door.

The thick smoke billowed out, the iron pot on the stove was billowing with thick smoke, the charred dishes had an unpleasant smell, and the surrounding plates were filled with black unknown dishes, which looked like dark dishes. no difference. And her precious pots and pans have all become waste at this moment.

"Whoever kills a thousand knives dares to tamper with my kitchen, I have to chop off his claws! Ah, ah, the fragrant wood cutting board I bought, and my iron pot..." Secretly distressed here The thing, Feng Qingge kicked out the fire, took the lid to cover the iron pot, and without saying a word, threw the scrapped thing out.

With a "bang", all the pots and pans flew out, and all the ingredients were destroyed, so the kitchen was almost set on fire.

Who is it!

Feng Qingge couldn't wait to cry out and drag the people who were messing around in the kitchen out and beat them up.

"Cough, cough...it's me." The person behind the door breathed a little, and pushed the door that opened and closed. With that charred face, there's no other way of being so dashing.

The moment Feng Qingge turned around, she didn't hold back her breath and sprayed it out.

But seeing Mu Cangyun at the moment, he rolled up his sleeves, inserted the hem of his clothes into his belt, and pulled his trousers to his knees. He was still holding an iron kitchen knife in his hand, and a charred fish head in the other hand. Jun Mei's face was already painted black, and her hair was even uglier than Luo Xing's, it was curled up by the fire, and with those innocent eyes, she was a living idiot.

Resisting the urge to complain, Feng Qingge gritted her teeth and said, "What are you doing, demolishing my kitchen?"

"..." Mu Cangyun didn't know what to say either. When Feng Qingge was in Prince Cen's mansion, he would always cook more food to keep, and order the guards to send it to his room. But now that he left for Jiancheng, the whole kitchen was empty, and even he had no food to eat.

I originally planned to learn Feng Qingge and make such a gorgeous dish for her to eat and see, but this thing is more difficult than cultivation, and the fried things are like ashes, which is completely impossible to eat.

Kneading his temples, Feng Qingge didn't want to say anything, "Put down what you have in your hands, and I'll cook in a while. It's just that the kitchen is temporarily unavailable, so I'll give you something else to eat."

After thinking about it, Feng Qingge decided to make it with the ingredients she scavenged from Jiancheng, which just happened to have what she wanted in it. As for other juices, it is completely fine to use fruit juice instead.

"Green vegetables, noodles, pork belly, wild fruits... What are you going to do?" Mu Cangyun, who had cleaned up, looked at Feng Qingge outside the kitchen. The things on the chopping board made it difficult for him to understand. Eat flatbread?

Feng Qingge didn't pay any attention to Mu Cangyun. She chopped up the wild fruit and placed it in a bowl. Those pure and flawless hands were like jade. She took a deep breath of cold air, and her hands fell like lightning. The fruit in the middle was beaten down by the fingers and quickly deformed.

Her speed was very fast, and her fingers flew quickly, bringing up white rays of light. Even Mu Cangyun was attracted by Feng Qingge's movements, and looked at the bowl subconsciously. The fruits in there had already been beaten into pulp by Feng Qingge, and at the mouth of the bowl, there was a layer of cold air, which completely sealed the deliciousness of the wild fruits and prevented them from spreading out.