Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

Chapter 1625: Little Chef

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"Master, your cooking is awesome, I love you so much!" The steamed bun was eating braised fish in excitement.

"Taste it?" Feng Xingying pushed to Qiu Yingqi, the fish was still Chef Qiu Yingqi.

Feng Xingying feels that she has a curse halo on her body, that is, she will always be a master of theory and an idiot in cooking.

Anything she made by herself was not delicious, and others made good things under her guidance.

Those pointed brothers also served the dishes separately. The table was full and it felt good.

"Mine, mine, all mine."

"Sister Feng, you are so good. Come to the kitchen and teach us cooking skills?"

"No problem." Feng Xingying was in a good mood: "I'll teach you to squeeze peanut oil first?"

The big brother really understood: "No, I have already seen it. Sixth brother, you take a few people to buy all the peanuts in Dali."

"Sunflower seeds, walnuts, and almonds can all be bought back for oil." Feng Xingying added.

"Okay ~~"

"By the way, buy me some fish. The fish made by the master is really delicious." The bun praised.

"Don't buy this, catch it yourself."

"Stupid." Hoe ignored him, staring eagerly at the big fish out of the pot. This was the highlight.

"Don't watch, this is to honor the master." Qiu Yingqi said coldly.

"What? It's obviously my master's painstaking effort to make you sell it." The gimmick and the worm are on the brain, and they can find any excuse.

"Go and send that sister."

"..."

After that was cooking rice, Feng Xingying really didn't understand how the ancients survived, not to mention that they did not have pasta, and even rice and wheat were just cooked into porridge.

Feng Xingying made a dry meal, which can be regarded as a crying ghost, then she wants to make some pasta, isn't it to be admired by the whole school?

Regardless, let ’s talk about honouring the master and pulling in a bun.

Feng Xingying came to Lingshan Sword School on this day, because of his cooking skills, he was full of favorability.

When the whole peak ate the white rice in Shufeng that night, everyone's contentment was beyond description.

If there is food, who would like to drink porridge every day?

On the second day, Feng Xingying got up early in the morning, quietly vomiting spiritual power in the sun, trying to open up the spiritual pulse of the body.

He scratched his head and looked at the figures that were approaching, and suddenly opened an enchantment, closing off Feng Xingying's entire room.

Qiu Yingqi looked at the enchantment with a disgraceful face and reminded loudly: "Feng Shimei, our custom of the Lingshan Sword School, practice sword practice every morning and must not slacken one day.

Shimei got up quickly and went to practice sword training with me. "

Qiu Yingqi was isolated from the enchantment, but could not isolate his voice. Feng Xingying could not help but respond:

"What if I can't stand up?"

"Shimei, industry is good at hard work, how do you practice sword?"

"I can't stand my talent." Feng Xingying is really a little angry. If she could do both things, Qiu Yingqi's voice would have interrupted her breakthrough.

Although Qiu Yingqi was not hostile, but just used to be self-righteous, Feng Xingying was still upset.

"Is my sword skill better than you, so I don't need to practice sword in the future?"

"Win me? Shimei joked. Even if I don't need a bit of spiritual power, you are not my opponent."

"This is what you said, then you are not allowed to use a little bit of spiritual power, we have seen breakfast at the test sword stand." Feng Xingying crawled down and struck down.