Chapter nine hundred and thirty-eight waste is virtue
"My parents died when I was five years old. I entered the 'Dark Temple' very early and became the direct disciple of the temple master." Feng Qingyu answered truthfully, "This body is mostly controlled by her. Although I
Occasionally I come out for some air, but except for the palace master Mo Disheng, I have almost no chance to interact with others."
Her seemingly careless words, inadvertently outlined a cold and lonely childhood, which made Zhong Wen feel sad for a while. Even the damage caused by the dark cooking seemed to have faded a lot.
"Although Palace Master Mo has done many bad things, he is really nice to her. Maybe it's because of his love for Wujiwu. He is also very polite to me." Feng Qingyu continued, "I remember when I was twelve years old, I gave him
I’ve made a meal.”
"Did he eat everything?" Zhong Wen asked curiously.
"Well, I've eaten everything." Feng Qingyu's answer was beyond his expectation.
"Have you eaten everything?" Zhong Wen twitched his eyebrows and suddenly looked in awe of Mo Disheng, his former enemy. "He, how did he evaluate your craftsmanship?"
"He said I was very talented." Feng Qingyu recalled the scene that year, "But he still advised me that it was not easy to say it, and that I should use my limited energy to do what I like and not waste too much time on small things like cooking.
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This old man Mo, who can endure what ordinary people cannot endure, is truly a hero among men!
When he thought of Mo Disheng eating Feng Qingyu's dishes without changing his expression, and boasting "very talented" in a serious manner, Zhong Wen immediately admired him so much that he felt that he was really inferior.
"I-doesn't the food I cook suit your taste?"
Feng Qingyu looked at him anxiously, and at the same time he was a little confused about the performance of the two people.
When she thought about it, the food she cooked by herself was quite delicious. Even if it could not be said to be the best in the world, it would not make the two of them stop using chopsticks after just one bite.
"But, it may be due to regional differences. The food style in the chaotic land is a little different from that in Daqian." Zhong Wen looked very embarrassed. After searching for a long time, he found an extremely far-fetched word for the word "unpalatable".
A euphemistic way of saying it, "You are a guest from afar, so why not let me cook a simple meal to entertain you, which can be regarded as a welcome treat for you."
"Brother Chef, do you want to cook?" When Shen Xiaowan, who was originally listless, heard that Zhong Wen wanted to cook, she immediately became energetic, smiled brightly, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, it's time to entertain Sister Feng!"
"But, but..." Feng Qingyu looked at the meals he had made with his own hands and said in confusion, "These meals..."
She obviously didn't understand why Zhong Wen bothered to cook it himself at this critical moment when there were so many delicious meals laid out in front of her.
"It's okay, we don't have anything else in Piaohua Palace, we just have too much money and no place to spend it!"
Zhong Wen's next words almost shocked her, "In Qingfeng Mountain, food is often thrown away after one bite. Waste is a virtue!"
Under the huge lethality of the dark cuisine, Zhong Wen didn't even dare to say polite words such as "Save it for later", for fear that the other party would take it seriously, so he was forced to directly resort to such weird words as "Waste is virtue" Speech.
Then, she watched in bewilderment as Zhong Wen slipped into the kitchen at an unprecedented speed, and soon there was a "bang bang" sound of the kitchen knife colliding with the chopping board.
Soon after, bursts of alluring aroma floated out from the window, causing Shen Xiaowan to move her index finger and salivate at the corner of her mouth. The Haotian Hammer tilted and almost hit her hand.
Now that he decided to cook, Zhong Wen no longer restrained himself and simply prepared a large table of dishes, a combination of meat and vegetables, full of color and taste, especially the large pot of golden old hen soup with green vegetable leaves and red wolfberries floating on it. The dish was extremely tempting. As soon as the lid was opened, the rich fragrance instantly spread to all directions, even Shangguan Junyi, who was recuperating in seclusion, was attracted.
As for the many "Feng Qingyu handmade dishes" left in the kitchen, he had already quietly disposed of them completely, not even the residue was left.
"Come on, come on, Miss Feng, you can eat whatever you want, you're welcome."
Looking at Feng Qingyu who was full of shock, Zhong Wen felt somewhat proud and greeted him very enthusiastically, "Treat this place as your own home."
Being able to conquer the stomach of a stunning beauty with his own hands is undoubtedly a very fulfilling thing for him.
"It's really rare for men like you to be willing to cook for women."
While Feng Qingyu was amazed, he slowly stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a green vegetable leaf, and put it into his mouth gracefully, "It looks delicious..."
In the middle of her words, her expression suddenly stiffened, her delicate facial features were slightly distorted, and there was actually a hint of embarrassment on her beautiful face.
"What's wrong?"
Zhong Wen never expected that she would react like this after eating the food he cooked. He couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it to your liking?"
"Not bad."
Feng Qingyu was obviously not good at lying. He said something right, but his delicate eyebrows were already knitted together. His expression was exactly the same as that of Zhong Wen who just ate her food. "But, maybe it's the chaotic place and Daqian's eating habits." It’s different, and I’m still a little uncomfortable with it.”
Zhong Wen: “…..”
He never expected that retribution would come so quickly, and that his words not long ago would be returned intact by Feng Qingyu.
Did I make a mistake?
The taste isn't right?
His self-esteem couldn't bear such a blow, so he quickly picked up a vegetable leaf and stuffed it into his mouth. He found it delicious, refreshing and fragrant, without any peculiar smell.
He glanced at the other two women on the side, and saw that Shen Xiaowan had already been reincarnated like a starving ghost. Her chopsticks were flying. Even if she suppressed them deliberately, the terrifying power still poked out several pieces on the plate and table. It makes people worry about how long the assets of Piaohua Palace can sustain with such a girl who wastes money on furniture.
Although Shangguan Junyi was not as exaggerated as her, she kept talking and was intoxicated with the food cooked by Zhong Wen, obviously enjoying it very much.
no problem?
Seeing that everything was as usual, Zhong Wen couldn't help but fall into confusion, and for a while he couldn't figure out what the problem was.
"Zhong Wen, I, I may still need time to adapt."
At this time, Feng Qingyu blushed and said coyly, "How about I just eat the food I cooked today."
After saying that, she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
"That, that..." Zhong Wen's face changed, feeling extremely embarrassed, and he lied in a hurry, "Miss Feng, the food you cooked is very delicious. I couldn't hold it back in the kitchen just now, and I have already finished it. Now
All that’s left is the little bit in the backyard.”
"ha?"
Feng Qingyu was stunned when he heard this, with a look of disbelief on his face. He looked at Zhong Wen with doubtful eyes. He didn't understand at all why Zhong Wen wanted to waste time and energy on re-cooking a large table of dishes since he liked his own food.
What's more, his cooking skills are still so bad.
Seeing that Zhong Wen just laughed and had no intention of explaining, she shook her head helplessly and decided not to think about it anymore. Instead, she ran to the backyard and picked up the handmade lunch box she planned to give to Zhong Wen.
"This girl Feng's cooking skills have reached such a level?"
Shangguan Junyi watched all this with cold eyes, a look of surprise on her pretty face, and couldn't help but asked in shock, "Even you can't compare to her?"
"This, this..." Zhong Wen scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it for a moment.
"No, I have to taste such delicacies."
Shangguan Junyi became curious, and as soon as he said something, he disappeared from his seat.
"Don't……"
Zhong Wen was shocked and turned pale. He was about to speak out to dissuade her, but there was no trace of her anywhere in front of him.
"Sister Feng, can I try your cooking?"
From the backyard, Shangguan Junyi's soft and melodious voice soon came.
"Sister Shangguan is willing to give me a favor, and I couldn't be more honored." Feng Qingyu naturally agreed.
Oops!
late!
Poor Sister Jun Yi!
Zhong Wen covered his forehead with his hands, unable to laugh or cry, and secretly took three breaths of silence for his beloved sister Jun Yi.
"Ugh~~~"
Sure enough, the sound of Shangguan Junyi vomiting was soon heard outside.
"Sister Shangguan, what's wrong with you!"
What followed was Feng Qingyu's panicked screams.
By the time Zhong Wen arrived, Shangguan Junyi's face was pale, her delicate body was trembling, she was kneeling on the ground retching, her expression was indescribably pitiful.
It's not that she was deliberately rude, it was because after being hit by Beidou's weird "Reincarnation Dream Code", she had not yet fully recovered, and her mental state was much weaker than usual. Now she was looking forward to tasting the delicious food, but unexpectedly
I was severely stimulated by the dark cuisine, and under the double physical and mental blows, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and completely lost my composure.
Zhong Wen rushed forward and gently helped her up. As he walked towards the house, he turned to Feng Qingyu and explained awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The two of them supported each other and drifted away, leaving Feng Qingyu alone and messy in the wind.
"Did I offend this Feng girl in some way?" It wasn't until she entered Shangguan Junyi's boudoir that she leaned softly against Zhong Wen, her small cherry mouth came close to his ear, and she breathed like orchid, and asked softly, "
Otherwise, why would she use such poison to murder me?"
Zhong Wen really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to explain patiently.
The two of them had a long analysis and discussion in the room and finally came to a conclusion.
This writer girl has a different sense of taste than ordinary people.