"Brother Wanqi, don't make trouble for Fu, Fu is not having fun!"

The kitchen is not too small than the imperial kitchen in the palace, but it is enough for a few people to show it. Fu Yunche complained while walking, why does this mortal enemy have to kick it in for anything?

Wanqi Shenfeng closed the folding fan and said contemptuously: "If I hadn't been afraid that the things you made would kill Xiaodie, I wouldn't have been lazy to help you. Besides, can you cook?" He was obviously suspicious.

"Then will you?" Fu Yunche sneered.

"I can't do it, but I haven't eaten pork and seen pigs running. Have you ever seen it?" Wanqi Shenfeng glanced. The person who had never stepped into the kitchen in his life was not helping him, so Fu Yunche was so pretentious.

Fu Yunche couldn't beat the other party, so he had to shake his head and walk into the kitchen, looking at the old cooks outside: "Look, don't talk too much, or leave as soon as possible!" He seemed to be like he didn't need anyone's help.

Four cooks in their fifties nodded expressionlessly. This was not their king. There was no need to be too timid. They all stood at the window to appreciate it. Not to mention that the emperor had seen him for the first time in his life.

It was also the first time Fu Yunche and Wanqi Shenfeng went to cook.

Looking at the vegetables and fruits and melons all over the room, Fu Yunche fell into deep thought and didn't know where to start. The pork and green onions lit up his eyes. He took a bundle of green onions and a piece of pork without hesitation, broke the green onions as thick as his thumb, and threw the green onions aside.

"No, right!" Wanqi Shenfeng looked so skillful in cooking that he threw away the scallions in his opponent's hands: "Did you see white scallions floating on the soup when you were having a meal?"

Fu Yunche frowned and thought, it was indeed all green onion leaves, so he smiled and looked at Wanqi Shenfeng: "You have some real ingredients!" He also threw the onion into the garbage basket, picked the onion leaves like a treasure and put them in a basin.

Wanqi Shenfeng was very proud: "Of course, do you think they are all as useless as you? As for dumplings, you want to chop them into pieces. If you don't understand, ask me, this is called humility and teaching!"

A certain Fu stopped replying and let the other party chatter there.

The abandoned green onions did not shock the four cooks, and they still looked at them without expression or pointing them out. They had spoken out, so why bother to make things boring?

"Look, there are so many dishes, and you can cook a few more stir-fry dishes. This is leek, you can cook the eggs there. Forget it, go and get the eggs, I'll pick the onions!" Dissatisfied with the other party's unfamiliar technique, Wanqi Shenfeng drove Fu Yunche away. Well, actually he really doesn't know how to make that egg.

Because the other party was more skillful than him, Fu Yunche could only humbly walk towards a basket of eggs, pick out a few cleaner ones, hold them in his hand, but they couldn't crush them. He snorted coldly and began to be lucky in his palm. With an internal force, he urged his internal force, and with a "pop", the egg was light yellow and covered his hands, but it was finally broken.

Seeing this, Wanqi Shenfeng also began to be lucky. He picked up a bundle and slapped it hard at the end, successfully letting the onion leaves and the onion separate, and clapped his hands with satisfaction: "I mean a little!"

The cooks frowned, never heard of cooking with martial arts, but they didn’t see the knife on the chopping board? Why do you have to be so tired?
Chapter completed!