Chapter 567 : Too humiliating to this omnipotent god of war
Long Fuyue secretly tasted a few mouthfuls, and the taste turned out to be comparable to that of a chef: "Wow, I didn't expect that he has such good cooking skills. If this goes into modern times, he would definitely be a chef in the most upscale restaurant.
It’s more than enough…”
I can't help but think of Feng Qianyu wearing a chef's hat and chef's uniform in modern times, with a spoon in his left hand and a shovel in his right hand, dancing to perfection...
My body couldn't help but tremble. Cold! It's such an insult to this omnipotent God of War...
Feng Qianyu naturally didn't know what thoughts were running in her little head at the moment.
Originally, Long Fuyue wanted to show him her skills and make an ancient version of hot pot. But unexpectedly, she was shocked by his cooking skills.[
She might as well help him, light a fire, add firewood or something like that.
After a while, Feng Qianyu finally put all the dishes in order.
The four dishes and one soup look very simple, but taste delicious. It can be seen that Feng Qianyu put a lot of thought into it.
Long Fuyue took a bite of the food, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed: "It's a pity that there is no wine. Otherwise, we can have more fun."
Feng Qianyu smiled, and like a magic trick, she actually conjured a wine gourd and waved it in front of Long Fuyue: "Who said there is no wine? Isn't this right?"
Long Fuyue was overjoyed, snatched it from his hand, pulled out the cork, and took a sip.
This wine is not very spicy and has a refreshing fragrance. It looks like it was prepared for her.
Long Fuyue raised her head to look at the bright moon in the sky, and then looked at Feng Qianyu beside her. She suddenly felt extremely happy. A poem came to her heart inexplicably, and she opened her mouth to read:
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind and go back. I am afraid that it is too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade houses at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world.
Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away.
Feng Qianyu clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Good words! I wonder which poet wrote this?"
Long Fuyue made a face and said with a smile: "I wrote it."