This chapter is a little longer. The fine-tuning conference started on time on 12.05, everyone worked hard! Help the mistress to get on the list, haha. Thank you, brothers and sisters——
"Feng Nu, what do you eat every day? Why is it only rice?" Nian Bing asked in confusion.
Feng Nu lowered her head and said with some embarrassment: "I drink porridge every day! It was the same when the master was here. The master said that porridge is the best for digestion. Sometimes, we will also buy some vegetables and tear them into pieces.
Boil it in porridge, the master said, that's nutritious enough. I finished eating the vegetables yesterday, so I'll go buy them now. What do you need?"
"Only porridge?" Nian Bing stared at Feng Nu with his mouth open, and said with a wry smile: "Your life is really simple. There is no need to go shopping, let's go out first."
The two walked into the courtyard again. Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing and said sheepishly: "I originally wanted to keep you for dinner, but I forgot that there are no dishes. I'm sorry."
Nian Bing smiled and shook his head, with an inexplicable pity rising in his heart, "It doesn't matter, I have a way. If I can't overcome this, I'm not worthy of being a disciple of Ghost Chef." As he spoke, he looked away and looked into the air.
Go, and soon, he found his target on the wall. A blue light flashed in his eyes, and he pointed lightly towards the wall with his wrist. The two blue lights disappeared. Suddenly, the two pigeons playing on the wall were pierced by the blue light and fell to the ground.
On the ground in the yard.
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing in surprise, "Do you also know martial arts? Why did you kill those two pigeons? How pitiful they are!"
Nian Bing said: "I don't know martial arts, it's just low-level ice magic and ice arrows. I can't kill people, but killing a pigeon is not a big problem. Feng Nu, you have to know that in the eyes of a chef,
, as long as anything edible is made of ingredients, since you don’t have the ingredients here, I have no choice but to get some myself.”
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing dissatisfied, "I didn't expect you to be such a cruel person."
Nian Bing smiled slightly and said: "Am I cruel? Just don't eat it later." As he said that, he walked to the corner and picked up the two pigeons. After eight years of practice, his spirit
The power has reached a very high level, and the ice arrows fired earlier directly shattered the heads of the two pigeons without causing them any additional pain.
Holding two pigeons, he walked past Feng Nu. Looking at her dull eyes, Nian Bing smiled and said: "Pigeons are very rich in nutritional value and have the effect of strengthening the body and kidneys. Since you say I am cruel, don't look at it.
What should I do?" As he said that, he walked directly to the kitchen.
"No, I want to see." Feng Nu glared at Nian Bing stubbornly and followed him into the kitchen.
Nian Bing took a basin, poured some water, returned to the yard, and quickly removed all the feathers on the pigeon, took out its internal organs, and washed the pigeon meat.
Looking at the bloody scene in front of her, Feng Nu frowned and reluctantly insisted on staying beside Nian Bing to continue watching. Nian Bing smiled slightly, turned his wrist, and took out the Morning Dew Knife from his arms. The magic power was directed by his mental power.
Next, he easily condensed the blood and five internal organs in the basin into ice. He turned the basin upside down and knocked it lightly. Ice came out of the basin. Nian Bing grabbed two washed pigeons in one hand and sang softly: "The scorching fire will burst out of you."
The passion in my heart exploded between heaven and earth, the explosive fire technique." A solid fireball appeared in front of him, Nian Bing's eyes flashed, and the five-inch diameter explosive ball blasted away, with a bang, the whole piece
The blood ice completely disappeared, leaving no trace except for a faint stream of water vapor.
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing blankly, "You, you know two kinds of magic? Ice and fire, how is this possible?"
Nian Bing smiled and said: "Nothing is impossible in this world. As long as you dare to think and do it, your fantasy may become a reality. When my master and I were learning cooking, we often used this method to destroy garbage. How about it? No
Leave traces on the ground. Ice and fire will turn into water vapor. When I froze the blood water earlier, I had completely fused the pigeon's internal organs with the ice. Under the bombardment of the explosive flames, they will naturally disappear." The explosive flames.
, third-level magic requires the strength of an intermediate magician to cast, and is extremely explosive.
Returning to the kitchen with the pigeons, Nian Bing grabbed one of the pigeon's legs and lifted it up. Due to Nian Bing's cruelty to the pigeons, Feng Nu's good impression of him had dropped a lot at this time, and she leaned against the kitchen.
On the door, she looked at what he was going to do. She was surprised to find that Nian Bing was holding the pigeon in his left hand. His whole person seemed to have changed. He stood there, as stable as a rock. His sharp eyes fell completely on the pigeon, as if
What was he observing? Suddenly, he moved. Feng Nu only saw a blue brilliance floating out. The brilliance flickered so brilliantly that Nian Bing's right hand turned like a phantom at this time, constantly flipping and flickering.
Almost identical strips of meat continued to accumulate on the cutting board below. Although the shadow of the knife could not be seen clearly, Feng Nu was surprised to find that in the flash of blue light, the pigeon in Nian Bing's hand had gradually turned into a
Skeleton. In just a few blinks, Nian Bing had already replaced another pigeon. The blue light was still flashing. When the two skeletons appeared on the chopping board, there was already a pile of even meat next to them.
Silk. Nian Bing took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wrapped it around the blade and slowly carried it over. The frost and mist flowed on the morning dew knife, leaving no trace.
Nian Bing smiled slightly, walked to the stove, pointed with his left hand, and a ball of fire hit the firewood, and the flames started to burn. The pot on the stove was still clean, and the skeletons of the two pigeons were thrown directly into the pot.
He poured in a lot of water, but he stopped just after it covered the skeleton. He closed the lid of the pot and said with a smile: "Only when the original soup is transformed into the original food can the nutrients be fully absorbed."
Feng Nu stared at Nian Bing in shock, and murmured: "Are you really not a martial artist? Your sword is so fast." She knew very well that although she practiced fighting spirit, her wrist speed was definitely not as fast as Nian Bing's.
quick.
Nian Bing smiled and said: "My sword skills can only cut vegetables and meat, and it is just a simple knife. It is not like you, who has practiced the Jiuli Dou Qi of Senior Hua Tian. Unfortunately, I want to focus on the practice of magic, otherwise,
I may ask you for some knowledge about Dou Qi. You only have salt here, so I won’t make stewed pigeons, but simply make pigeon rice for you to eat." As he spoke, he took out a square shape from his waist.
The small cloth bags are spread out on the chopping board. Inside the cloth bags are small cloth bags. Each cloth bag is covered with something of different sizes and thicknesses. The largest one is a small knife, while the smallest one is a long knife.
Needles. There are more than ten kinds in total, most of them are needle-shaped objects.
Feng Nu asked curiously: "What do you do with these things? Why do you look like a doctor practicing medicine? Do you also know acupuncture?"
Nian Bing smiled slightly and said: "Needles are not only useful for acupuncture, they are also good for cooking." As he spoke, he took out a basin from the side, scooped out some rice, briefly poured it over with water, and put it on
Beside him, he picked up a grain of rice with his left hand, and took out the penultimate needle from the cloth bag with his right hand. As soon as the needle entered his hand, the tip of the needle suddenly turned red, exuding a trace of heat. With a shake of his wrist, the fire element
The magic red-hot needle directly pierced the raw rice grains pinched in the left hand. At the same time, he picked up the little finger of his left hand, and a piece of meat passed through the hole at the end of the needle. It turned out to be like a silk thread. The needle came out from the other end of the rice, and the rice grains
It was actually threaded through the flesh thread. Immediately afterwards, Nian Bing began to move faster, one rice grain after another was inserted with the needle, and it was cleverly threaded into a string on the flesh thread. It was a miracle.
The surprise in Feng Nu's eyes grew stronger and stronger. This was not cooking, it was clearly like making a perfect handicraft.
The complex project was constantly being performed in Nian Bing's hands. His hands were stretching and contracting like phantoms, without any lag or any mistakes. However, even at his speed, less than half an hour had passed when all the meat strands were completely covered with rice grains.
Looking at the rows of rice grains, Nian Bing smiled. This technique of passing meat through rice was accomplished by combining magic with him. Without the scorching fire needle, it would be impossible to pass through every grain of rice like this.
Evenly, the rice grains lay flat on the chopping board like a bead curtain. Nian Bing turned around and opened the lid of the pot. The soup made from pigeon bones exuded a faint fragrance in the steaming heat. He took a spoon from the side and carefully poured the two
He picked out the pigeon bone from the pot and looked at the milky white soup. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and murmured something. A faint blue light enveloped the rice grains on the chopping board, and it actually
The rice that had been threaded with pork shreds was frozen into a piece. Chen Lu took out his knife and gently picked up the frozen rice and put it directly into the pot. Sprinkle a thin layer of salt evenly on the ice cubes.
Cover the pot, put the morning dew knife back into its sheath, turned to Feng Nu, who had already fallen into a daze, and said, "Okay, let's cook it for about half an hour, and then it's ready to eat. Although the pigeon meat rice tastes good, it's a pity that it's
It’s a waste of time, and I have to trouble you to wait a little longer.”
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing with strange eyes, "You, are you cooking? If an ordinary chef did this, I'm afraid it wouldn't be finished in a day."
Nian Bing laughed and said: "One day? If it takes one day, the shredded pigeon meat will be no longer edible. Just making it good-looking has no practical significance. Let's wait until you taste it before drawing a conclusion."
The two walked out of the kitchen. Feng Nu's previous unhappiness had long since disappeared under Nian Bing's miraculous cooking skills. Two wooden stools were brought in, and the two sat down in the yard. Nian Bing looked a little tired and squinted slightly.
He closed his eyes and looked at the tall old tree outside the courtyard wall, with the flesh threading through the rice. It required complete concentration. Doing so many things at once was like controlling a big magic. Even he himself couldn't explain why.
It sounds simple to make such a complicated pigeon rice for Feng Nu, but the simpler the cooking, the more it shows the skill of the chef.