I see. Fire, burglar, steamed bread.

Feng Xingying was in a good mood and squinted.

Mantou looked at Feng Xingying plaintively: "you don't want to stand for me at all, you just want to know the scandal of others."

"Well, well, shall I take you into the kitchen?"

"Sister Feng, it's against the rules." Qiu Yingqi came out in person.

"Steamed bread." Feng Xingying glanced at the steamed bread: "you tell them that you will not be allowed to enter the kitchen, you will take me away from home."

"Yes, master, you are so clever! I didn't think of it before! If you don't let me into the kitchen, I'll run away with my master. " Steamed bread is obedient.

It's not over yet. Feng Xingying has more unique skills. She added: "when we leave here, I will go to the legend that Lingshan sword sect maltreats female disciples."

"Yes, I told my friends that Lingshan sword sect abused the beast. I'm going to find Ji Yun. He invited me to Jiulong city before." Steamed bread can be used to mend the knife.

“……”

All the brothers were shocked.

It's hard to serve a steamed bread beast. Here comes a younger martial sister who is superior to steamed bread. It's even harder to serve.

Steamed bread is the only beast handed down by the ancestors of Lingshan sword sect. It's also the sect logo and pride of Lingshan sword sect. Their whole sect likes steamed bread very much. How can they let it run away from home?

The thing is, the unreasonable steamed bread and the wisdom of Feng's younger martial sister make the Lingshan sword sect more lively.

It's my first time to see elder martial brother.

"OK, our Lingshan Sword Party has always been friendly with female disciples and sacred animals. It's not a big deal that you want to go to the kitchen to cook. Tell me later that I'll accompany you in." The elder martial brother has a little brain. It's useless to tell the master and the headmaster about this kind of thing, because the headmaster can't do anything about steamed bread.

Steamed bread was not like this before. Ever since I met Feng Xingying

Mantou feels that her cat is bigger than a panda. She deliberately turns her body into the size of a panda. Feng Xingying sits on her back and walks into the kitchen with her head held high.

There's nothing in the kitchen. They don't let steamed bread in as much as thieves. This little thing also has a bit of resentment in his heart.

Now it's different to have a master.

And the most satisfying thing about steamed bread is that the host really knows how to cook.

"Master, I can't finish all the peanuts you fried." Steamed bread doesn't understand.

"Squeeze oil!" Feng Xingying tells it, can it understand?

Feng Xingying lived in a time when there were many kinds of dishes, and ordinary people would enjoy them when they were emperors. Now in this era, there is no vegetable oil. Feng Xingying can only make a simple oil press by himself.

Since elder martial brother Qiu Yingqi wants to help, Feng Xingying certainly doesn't mind many coolies. He asks him to help squeeze the fried peanuts with sword power and then produce oil.

Such a luxurious way, thanks to Feng Xingying.

But the effect was very good. The fragrant peanut oil was pressed out smoothly. Feng Xingying used the peanut oil to stir fry a few small dishes for steamed bread, and made a braised fish and chicken soup.

Feng Xingying can be versatile, but he doesn't have so many hands. He can't stand to see so many brothers. Feng Xingying catches two people who know something about cooking.

How does she know which one knows how to cook?

Because understanding people will be curious, will ask questions.

All those who ask questions are drawn to help by Feng Xingying.

Instead, she became the head chef, working for others.

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