"You!" Murong Chu's face sank, a pig that ordinary people can afford to raise, but still can't eat meat here?
How did Murong Chu know that Cencheng was originally outside the border of the Yun Kingdom, and was temporarily set up to march to fight. Because Mu Cangyun was the god of war back then, Jiancheng and other surrounding people took the initiative to participate in the construction of the city. However, just after the city was half completed, Mu Cangyun was transferred back, with both legs disabled. Since then, Cen City has been abandoned, and very few people remain.
Coupled with the bad weather here, the pigs cannot survive. It was only after Feng Qingge arrived in Cencheng that the planning began. If you want to eat pork, you have to wait for a year and a half, and then see the actual effect. .
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and Feng Qingge raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Of course, the Crown Prince has come to Cencheng to admire his face, how could we entertain His Highness with low-level spirit beast meat. Besides, His Highness spared no effort to travel day and night to reach Cen. I’m tired from running around in the city, and seeing that His Highness’s complexion is not very good, I am afraid that I will have to eat vegetarian food for a few days to relieve it. If I eat meat, my stomach will not be able to bear it, and it will easily cause stomach upsets.”
"Hmph, whether it's vegetarian food or meat food, as long as you can make what Your Highness wants to eat, then, reward! If you can't make it..." Murong Chu smiled coldly and glanced at the room.
Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and smiled softly: "Could it be that Your Highness is still thinking about this Cencheng? If Your Highness likes it, why not give this Cencheng to Your Highness? This way, Your Highness doesn't need to run back and forth between the capital and Cencheng." Since If you want it so much, you can live here for a long time. As for who will inherit the throne in the capital, it depends on the emperor's mood.
How could Murong Chu not know Feng Qingge's thoughts, he sneered: "This Cen City is barren and desolate, and my Highness disdains it at all. As a disciple of the divine chef, my Highness just wants to know how many true legends you have obtained. The first dish, if you can't even pass this, it's not just your own face that will be lost."
"It's natural, please wait a moment, Your Highness." Feng Qingge smiled, but her heart was full of depression, but it was just a contest between the two of them, and Murong Chu actually took Lan Yu out to press her. As for her god chef Fu, since he gave her the ghost knife, he has completely disappeared, and there is no trace at all.
Shame?
Little brat, I just want to see her jokes.
I didn't plan to argue with Murong Chu, but now...
Feng Qingge felt that she could not be underestimated by him.
She caressed the stove in front of her with her palm, her black eyes closed slightly. At this moment, Feng Qingge seemed to be looking at something else. She was focused, completely ignoring the people around her. The pair of jade-like fingers brushed across the chopping board, as if practicing Tai Chi, very slowly.
Wei Na was injured and wanted to go back like this, but she still followed Murong Chu in, but her identity was not enough, so she could only stand at the door and watch. Seeing Feng Qingge's antics, she sneered and said, "What a fucking apprentice, don't tell me you can come out and eat by touching the chopping board! Feng Qingge, shouldn't you just keep delaying time like this? "
"Wow, it smells so bad, why does someone smell like shit when he opens his mouth!" He incited with his hand as a fan, Pu Zheng pinched his nose with one hand, and the ghostly approached Weiner's side, each mouthful of a stinky smell , staring at Wiener with disgust.
Almost vomited blood by Pu Zheng, Weiner wanted to slap him, but because of Murong Chu, she could only hold back, pretending not to hear, and glared at Pu Zheng fiercely.
And at this time, Feng Qingge finally moved.
The white hands were like noodles, soft to an unbelievable level. She quickly took out a persimmon, and her hands turned around the persimmon, as if slapping the persimmon in the air, without touching the persimmon at all, and the whole process was even more ridiculous.
Even Pu Zheng, who was watching the excitement, was stunned. How could Feng Qingge fall off the chain at a critical time? What a handsome man at this time. His hands were just moving around like this, and he didn't even slap the persimmon. How could he make something? And Murong Chu is so debugged, how can a persimmon solve the problem!
Pu Zheng was about to collapse at this moment, but Bu Jinyu, who was standing at the door, had his eyes straight, staring at Feng Qingge's movements in a stunned manner, and said in surprise, "How is it possible, how did she do it!"
"How did you do it? I'm almost dying. Master Bu, what do you think I should do? After a while, I'll make a pig urine bubble and ruin the dish?" He scratched his head and looked at the people inside , Pu Zheng really wanted to take out a handful of poisonous scorpions from the back of his butt and put it in Murong Chu's rice bowl.
This prince is not a good thing either. Back then, there were all kinds of moths in the capital, and his eyes were all on his head. Now that he is in Cencheng, he is still putting on airs. He really thinks this is his home.
However, Bu Jinyu shook his head, took a breath of cold air, and said solemnly: "Look carefully, pay attention to the persimmon on the chopping board, not her hand."
"What's wrong with the persimmon, I didn't take any pictures, could it be scum?" Pu Zheng pouted and said, according to Bu Jinyu's words, looking at the persimmon on the chopping board, there was still no movement, just the same as before.
Bu Jinyu held Pu Zheng's head down and whispered, "Look again, look under the persimmon!"
Under the persimmon?
Half-squinting, Pu Zheng deliberately looked at the persimmon, but the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely and exclaimed, "How is it possible, the persimmon didn't fall on the chopping board, what did she do to the persimmon!"
That's right, the persimmon didn't fall on the chopping board, but was one centimeter away from the chopping board, and it looked the same as it was on the chopping board. Ordinary people don't know what she is doing at all, and no one will notice such a subtle change. Right below the persimmon, visible wrinkles slowly spread around the persimmon.
"It's amazing. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that someone could hit the pulp inside the persimmon with the palm wind and crush the pulp inside the persimmon." Bu Jinyu clenched his fist and didn't want to go on. The method was something he couldn't do anyway.
Not only that, Feng Qingge can only do this. If anyone knows, they will be shocked. This is Feng Qingge's famous stunt as a magic chef. , control the food in an ingenious way and present it in its most original and perfect state.
At the moment when the folds extended to the top of the persimmon, the silver-white light flew out like lightning.
"Guard!" The surrounding guards panicked immediately, and they were about to rush into the room one by one. However, there was only this gap in the door, and a group of people rushed forward. . Weiner was even more exaggerated, and she didn't know whether she was intentional or not, the steps under her feet were staggering, and she fell straight towards Murong Chu's arms with a ouch.