Chapter 337

Bu Jinyu smiled softly and said calmly: "You must be Princess Luoran. Back in the Snow Country, I heard the name of the princess. But... Since the princess is from the Snow Country, you should know... The dishes prepared for the emperor must be rootless vegetables, and must be the freshest. And these rootless vegetables are generally stored in the ring, whether it is livestock or game, it must be alive.”

"I don't even understand this. It seems that the food in the snow country is not very good." Luo Xing muttered in a low voice, but the scene was extremely quiet, but his small voice was like thunder, clear falls in everyone's ears.

Luoran's face changed again and again, and the little hand was tightly squeezed, unable to say a word.

Instead, it was Mu Cangyun in a wheelchair, frowning slightly: "Princess Luoran just came out of Chaoyang Sect, and has little experience with cooking, so let's start."

Fake!

Luo Xing glared at Mu Cangyun and quickly put the things in his hands on the stove.

Bu Jinyu sorted out his things, stretched out his hand and pressed it on his own ring, the milky white light suddenly appeared, and the wild boar rushing out almost disappeared at that moment.

"Humph!" The white-clothed maid beside Luoran snorted coldly, flicking the long sleeve of her right hand, and the wild boar that flew out turned to ashes in an instant. Looking closely, she was holding a small bottle in her right hand, which was obviously a colorless and odorless corrosive liquid.

Feng Qingge just raised her eyebrows slightly and said coldly, "Jin Yu, I'll tell you what ingredients I need, you can help me prepare it. Luo Xing, prepare firewood, boil water, and prepare a casserole."

Bowing her head and whispering in Bu Jinyu's ear, Feng Qingge then stood behind with her fists clasped, and she had no intention of doing it herself.

Bu Jinyu nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the people around him, his slender fingers were pressed on the stove, his right hand was gently picked up, and the kitchen knife fell into his hand, he just waved the knife at will, Ling Lie's knife glowed. Open now.

He cupped his hands and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, may I start?"

"Start, start." Murong Hao nodded again and again, taking advantage of this gap to look at Su Xiaoyin again, swallowing saliva. On the other side, Su Jing'er's face turned purple with anger, but she couldn't say anything, she could only stare at Murong Chu dryly.

She asked Murong Hao to come here, just to let him discipline Murong Chu, what is it like now, are both their father and son being bewitched by the demon girl in front of them?

Seemingly noticing Su Jinger's gaze, Su Xiaoyin just turned her head slightly, the pair of phoenix eyes raised slightly, and the corner of her mouth ticked upwards. The evil and charming smile almost took away Murong Hao's soul.

"Brush!" The crisp sound of the knife resounded, echoing throughout the Moon Moon Pavilion. But seeing Bu Jinyu in light clothes standing beside the stove, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, pinching lightly in his left hand, and flicking his hands, the ginger and garlic were dazzling. His right hand trembled slightly, and the moment the blade slid across, countless cold beams appeared.

The people around hadn't reacted yet. Looking at the plate next to him, the ginger, onion, and garlic had already been cut into foam and arranged neatly.

Feng Qingge nodded secretly, Bu Jinyu's knife skills are really good, the knife just now, in the eyes of ordinary people, is just a very casual knife, but with a little attention, you can see that his blade is touching When these ingredients were shaken slightly, they were already chopped into pieces, the blade moved around, and the ingredients were on the plate.

Bu Jinyu didn't stop at all. At the moment of cutting, he waved his left hand again. The white radish trembled in the air. , like acrobatics, dazzling.

"It's amazing! I remember, he seems to be the chef of Cuiwei Pavilion back then."

"No wonder, it turned out to be the chef. I have eaten the food he cooked at the time, and it tastes good..."

"However, isn't Feng Qingge cooking today, how did you become this chef?"

The gorgeous saber skills have attracted applause from the surrounding people, but some others think it's wrong. You said it would be fine if Feng Qingge helped her, but she just stood there in a daze and didn't care about anything at all. This is not irritating. ?

Luoran couldn't see it anymore, and said yin and yang angrily, "I don't think this meal is very good. How can you make it in heaven and earth?" Then he turned his head to look at Murong Hao, who was already on the side. Staring at Su Xiaoyin.

He stomped his feet in anger, looked at Yuzhi beside him, and said with a smile, "Sir, what do you think?"

"See with your eyes." Yuzhi raised the glass beside him and drank it, "Listen with your heart."

It was done in one go, without any separation from the water, Bu Jinyu's hand speed was very fast, the radish spun in the air, but after a stick of incense, the prototype showed, it was actually a white lotus platform, he was so busy After a long time, three such things were carved.

The rapid use of the knife caused his right hand to tremble a little, but he didn't stop, grabbed his right hand, and quickly wrapped it with a bandage.

The rice porridge in the casserole began to boil. Luo Xing watched the fire and set up firewood to prepare for Feng Qingge.

Standing in the back, Feng Qingge just raised her head slightly and looked at Mu Cangyun who was sitting in a wheelchair, but her empty eyes made people feel a little distressed, and she had no focus at all.

Why...he felt a little trembling in his heart, Mu Cangyun felt something was wrong with Feng Qingge, and subconsciously held down the wheelchair, what happened to this little girl, who would rather kneel in the city all day and night than bow her head, how could she be here? At this moment, it suddenly became so quiet?

At the next moment, Feng Qingge's eyes converged, but in those black eyes, there was no Mu Cangyun's figure anymore, her right hand was gently spread, and the Xuanji knife appeared on the stove.

The faint blue light suddenly appeared. She flipped her right hand lightly. The bamboo shoots were placed on the plate one by one. The ice cubes temporarily calmed the vegetables on the side. After taking the bamboo shoots, the short blade trembled slightly in her hand. Passing over the bamboo shoots, she whispered softly and chanted: "The chilling cicadas are mournful, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are beginning to rest. The Dumen tent has no clue, and the nostalgic place is driven by the blue boat. Looking at the tears in the palm of your hand, she is speechless and condensed. . Go and go, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is deep and the sky is wide."

The ethereal voice echoed in Wangyue Pavilion, but like a heavy hammer, it slammed into everyone's chest. Feng Qingge, who was dressed in white, stood in the breeze, and under the bright moon, she lightly tapped her hands, and the bamboo shoots in her hands just turned into cubes of the same length and size, and there was nothing special at all.