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1194. Let's Make Pies

"Start up, clumsy, Fu Yunche, why are you so stupid?" Wanqi Shenfeng grabbed the spoon, the room was full of burnt smell, and quickly took the oil jar. He didn't care about finding the spoon, and directly grabbed a lump with his hands and threw it into the pot. Then he wiped the dragon robe with his hands.

"Huh!" Fu Yunche saw that the other party's white robe was dirty, and immediately took a step back with disgust, fearing that he would be involved.

Wanqi Shenfeng poured the eggs and leeks into the pot as fast as possible, and the 'wash' rose into the sky: "Ah..." He screamed in pain, took the shovel and continued to stir-fry. Every time the oil was splashed in his hand, he screamed in pain.

Seeing such a mortal enemy, Fu Yunche was so happy, and smiled sinisterly. Of course, he promised to give Su Mengdie a candlelight dinner. Wanqi Shenfeng couldn't take it alone, stirring the chopped green onion leaves and minced meat. Looking at the pile of seasonings, the salt was white, right? He took a can of salt and threw it into the basin.

That's sugar...

The cook shook her head in her heart. She realized that she was going to make dumplings.

"The fire is about to be extinguished, Fu Yunche, hurry up!" Wanqi Shenfeng was about to take the pot's ears. He had seen that the imperial chefs were about to lift the pot, but his fingers were burned again. He was about to make the pot, but there was no way, so he gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword, and passed through the ears of the two pots with a 'swallow', and he weighed the iron pot as big as a bathtub and stir-fryed with internal force.

The chef twitched the corners of his mouth. He cooked a meal and actually removed the kitchen. Can the pot be weighed? They are all covered with mud.

When Fu Yunche heard that the fire was about to go out, he thought that it was not easy to make a fire, so he hurriedly ran over and squatted down to observe. Indeed, there was only a small cluster of flames. After thinking about it, he had luck with both palms, and then he blew out a strong wind. The fire began to increase, and he frowned and roared: "You burned me!" Damn it, a pot of food was weighed all over the room.

Remove a little egg from your forehead.

Wanqi Shenfeng was also anxious: "What should I do if I don't weigh it? It will be messy!" I weighed it hard.

The dish really flew three feet high, and it was definitely more miserable than fighting. Do you think he wanted to do it? Do you know how much internal energy it would cost? He was exhausted. Damn Su Mengdie, if she dared not finish it, he would have to kill her.

Fu Yunche was the same. How did he think of cooking for her? He was looking for trouble if he had nothing to do.

A certain fu was still very dissatisfied, and his forehead was so painful, but when he saw that the other party's sword was covered with oil, the adults ignored the villain and continued to work on his dumplings. He made five bowls of flour, poured one-third of the water, and stirred it, and turned into white noodle soup. He frowned and poured a few bowls of noodles, which barely sticked together.

The countless knife tips in his hand made him run over. His handsome face and long hair were covered with white flour. His unyielding temperament did not make him give up. He pinched out some batter and put it on the chopping board to make dumplings. How to make this? He only knew that the dumpling skin was made for noodles. If he wanted to become dumpling skin, the noodles should be combined with water, spread the dough, put the filling in it, and wrap it randomly.

The cook had already shown an incredible expression. He could squeeze out water from that side. Can it be covered?

"Are you sure this is a dumpling instead of a bun?" Wanqi Shenfeng put the black leek scrambled eggs on the tray, shaking his head at the dumplings.

Fu Yunche chuckled: "Is this the leek eggs you made with the power of the nine oxen and two tigers?" The crow joked about Pig Hei.

"The bad appearance does not mean that you feel nauseous when you eat it. It's like Su Mengdie. Is she beautiful? But she is beautiful inside and doesn't know how to appreciate it. The first dish is ready!"
Chapter completed!
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