Chapter 283

"No, I'm really not used to King Cen's mansion. You said that you opened a restaurant, a building, and a building here. I'll stay in this hotel, and I can go and see what the green and building in Cencheng are like. Like. I heard that you are a disciple of the divine chef, but I don’t know how good your cooking skills are. The last few times, I didn’t have the chance to eat what you made.” Murong Chu sneered, he didn’t disdain it at first What Yu Chifeng Qingge made, even if it was gorgeous, what could it be if it could conquer everyone's vision? He didn't want to talk about something that he couldn't eat when he saw that face.

However, things were different now. After contacting Feng Qingge, Murong Chu discovered that this woman was not as cowardly and useless as she imagined. Just for those words just now, he decided to appreciate Feng Qingge's face and go see this Cen Cheng.

If Feng Qingge knew what Murong Chu was thinking, he would definitely let this ancestor go back to see your sister's Cencheng, a desolate city, what to see.

It's a pity that Feng Qingge can only knock out his teeth and swallow in his stomach, and take Murong Chu back. If he finds Mu Cangyun's intact legs, he will definitely be suspicious. Just say it.

Pi Xiaorou looked at Murong Chu without a smile, Feng Qingge nodded with a smile, "Then please come with me, His Royal Highness, this is the restaurant..."

The breeze gradually rose, the cold figure stood on the eaves, the dice in his hand turned, and the light in his black eyes suddenly appeared, staring at Wiener in the casino, and said coldly: "Eliminate the changes that change her. Memories, the memories of all those who have seen me, have been erased. An hour later, it was announced that I was seriously ill and went to bed again, and everyone was forbidden to visit..."

In Cen City, the only thing that makes Feng Qingge satisfied is the design of this hotel. The style here is completely modern. The entrance is a small fountain. Under the lotus leaves, the koi are spitting bubbles in the water, which is clearly visible. The cobblestones added a little vigor to the restaurant.

Different from the style of other hotels, although they are all two-story, the carved fence, and the big round table downstairs, the private room that took some effort and deliberately created, and the hanging landscape paintings are mixed with a modern retro style. Feel.

Murong Chu paused for a while, but couldn't help frowning. The business in this shop is booming. His dignified highness, His Royal Highness, is here now, and he wants to be at the same table with the people here?

"His Royal Highness, Cencheng is in a remote country and can't be entertained well. Please go to the second floor." Feng Qingge saw through Murong Chu's mind, and secretly said that His Royal Highness really likes to put on airs, and he is not at all casual and indifferent like Mu Cangyun.

After scanning the second floor, Murong Chu couldn't help being stunned, but seeing two couplets hanging on the red lacquer pillar, if there are modern people here, they will be shocked. I saw the couplet on the top, it was actually "Flying Snow Shooting White Deer, Laughing Book God Hero leaning on Bi Yuan" in big characters.

It is such a pair of couplets, but there is no horizontal connection. Looking at the surrounding rooms, Murong Chu was shocked by the couplet attached to the door. Among them, the room named Shaolin is attached to the ancient Tibetan temple in the deep mountains, and the Bixi locks Shaolin. And look at the couplet of Wudang, the seventy-two peaks are facing the golden summit, and the twenty-fourth is decreasing.

Every couplet is shocking and shocking. Even Murong Chu did not expect that the small restaurant was hidden so deeply. He really liked Shaolin couplets. He stopped when he saw Feng Qingge lead the way to the second floor. He was not polite and walked straight into Shaolin's room.

After entering, Murong Chu was stunned. The whole room was covered with monks' patterns, and the most conspicuous place was a painting of a reed, on which stood a monk galloping in the water. Jiang.

Of course, if modern people are here, they will definitely sigh that Patriarch Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed, which is an eternal legend. However, in this Star Power Continent, it is not so conspicuous.

"One reed crossing the river, this strength, there is nothing to show off, it's just a fool!" Murongchu smiled disdainfully, sat down, but was slightly startled, only to see a layer of unknown material on the table. The transparent thing is engraved on the left hand side, the body is like a bodhi tree, the heart is like a bright mirror stage, and the right hand side is engraved with constant brushing, so as not to stain the dust.

He didn't understand Buddhism, but he paused for a while when he saw this sentence, he didn't take it to heart, and waved his hand casually: "Feng Qingge, is this the restaurant you run?"

"Exactly, but it's Chef Bu Jinyu who is helping out." Feng Qingge responded.

After answering, Murong Chu leaned back on the chair, knocked on the table and said, "It's Bu Jinyu from Cuiwei Pavilion? That kid has become your chef? Oh, at the last birthday banquet, you made that bowl of rice porridge. ?"

"Yes." Thinking of Feng Qinger taking what she made for the emperor to eat, Feng Qingge couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth. There have been so many emperors through the ages, who can be worthy of his own heart, and can't pass the anger level. If this bowl of rice porridge was placed now, it would definitely be the pinnacle of the culinary world, but unfortunately, how would the people here know about it.

The light in his eyes flashed, and Murong Chu said softly: "It's just right, Your Highness is in a good mood today, so you can do something here. It just so happens that the clothes on this body are dirty, and it's okay to have a turbid smell. Your Highness is very sympathetic to Cang Yun, and you are not afraid of stinking when you are with you all day long?"

"His Royal Highness taught me that the taste of my food is better than being surrounded by dogs every day." Dare to scold her for the smell of her whole body, Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and responded coldly. There are so many lackeys in the palace, and the smell of dogs is really heavy.

Murong Chu sneered, "That's true, otherwise how could I find your taste?"

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Feng Qingge could not wait to tear Murong Chu's mouth apart, she insinuated that Murong Chu was a dog, but I didn't expect this kid to dare to call her shit! After a pause, Feng Qingge said with an apologetic smile: "I smelled the smell of my place, and I didn't want to fill my stomach. Rest assured, Your Highness, all the meals that His Highness ate today are counted on my head. Satisfied."

"Humph, the temperature in Cencheng is too hot, and my Highness doesn't want to eat hot dishes. I have had a bad throat recently, and I hate eating things that are too cold. I forgot to mention, my Highness is a picky eater. , don't eat too sour. Carrots are what I hate the most, green peppers too, don't use onions. As for dried bean curd, bean curd, tofu and the like, I hate such disgusting things, so don't want them." Murong Chu frowned and said with a stern face.

Then go eat shit!

Feng Qingge has long since cursed in his heart countless times, and rolled his eyes countless times. This uncle is more difficult to serve than a fire stick. He doesn't want to eat cooked food, and there is nothing that can make cold dishes. The point of eating is also quite hard. Neither sweet nor sour, there must be no way to taste spicy and spicy. The most important thing about cold dishes is these flavors, but she didn't expect them to be picky.