Chapter 815

No one can believe that.

Han Fei felt for the first time that cooking was a very difficult thing.

The oil in the big pot has boiled. Han Fei wrapped the carp in flour and shook off the extra flour. Put the carp in the frying pan, prepare to fry it, fry its skin crispy, let it fry a little bit first.

As a result, the fish is fried for half a day, the flour is dried, and the skin and meat are still tender. This shape, where is the familiar appearance? It's raw meat!

Han Fei scratched his head, which is too much! I am the first chef of thug college. Now I can't even make a fish? Are you kidding me?

At that time, Han Fei's face was fierce: if I don't blow it up, can I use the spirit to practice it?

This time, Han Fei used the top-grade "change of fire", when the fire came out, the fish began to ripen immediately.

Han Fei's heart was moved. The boiling fish oil in the pot flew in the air, wrapped the eight golden carp in a ball, let the fish oil penetrate into the fish, and fried in the air.

After a while, the garlic in the pot is fragrant, the sugar and vinegar are poured out, the clear water is stewed, some strawberry juice is made, and the pot is stirred. For a while, even the middle-aged people, who are calm from beginning to end, can't help but put down their pen and watch Han Fei cooking in the air.

Finished the meal.

Han Fei took a breath and said, "what is that? This Jiaolong, how about the next meal? It's a bit of a struggle. "

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and finally put down his pen. With one move, a long table flew to the river.

The middle-aged man looked at the sweet and sour carp made by Han Fei, first sniffed it with his nose, then nodded slightly and said with a smile, "sit down, eat."

Han Fei's heart, as if there were 10000 tsunami jellyfish shouting: so satisfied, it seems that there is another meal!

However, Han Fei didn't eat such a big thing, but he was also moved.

Before eating, he took a look at the middle-aged man. This man has a handsome face, a gentle face, a scholar's breath, and always a little smile.

The man picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. There was a glimmer of splendor in his eyes, but his expression didn't change much.

It seems to know that Han Fei stared at himself. The man raised his eyes and looked at Han Fei: "concentrate on eating."

Han Fei let out a sound and put a piece of fish into his mouth. Immediately, there was a strong fragrance blooming among the taste buds. The taste was not greasy. The fish was fragrant and tender, just like the fresh tofu

High grade goods, of course, can not be bad. However, when a fish belly, Han Fei's mind becomes clear a lot.

A chopstick.

Two chopsticks.

……

After eating about half a jin of meat, Han Fei seemed to settle down. He held the table with one hand and chopsticks with the other. But my eyes are fixed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei lightly, did not speak, and continued to eat.

I don't know how long it took.

Han Fei seems to recall a lot of past events, the first time he learned to stick, was beaten for the first time, went fishing for the first time, and used a knife for the first time A picture of the past in my mind is running at full speed.

And every time he recalled, Han Fei suddenly realized that there were many problems.

Originally, the power of the stick should be like this.

Originally, the knife should be cut in this way, which can make the strength the most and the sharpest.

It turns out that this is how polypsis should be used.

It turns out that arrays can be drawn in this way.

When Han Fei opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing left on the table. He was the only one sitting there holding his chopsticks.

He unconsciously looked back and found that the middle-aged man had already written there.

Han Fei asked subconsciously, "have you finished?"

The middle-aged man said without raising his head, "I finished yesterday."

Han Fei:

Han Fei took a breath: "yesterday?"

The middle-aged man said softly, "in three hours, it's time for dinner. If you are a little busy, go and cook! "

"Ah?"

Han Fei suddenly lost his mind: is it time for dinner again?

Han Fei asked weakly, "how long is the interval between meals?"

"12 hours," the middle-aged replied lightly

Han Fei silly eye: I ate a meal for 18 hours?

Han Fei took a breath of cold air. Without saying anything, run to your homestead and build a house.

He built a single-layer American garden house with a traditional triangular roof. He supported the surrounding triangular roof structure with columns, and added a fence between the columns, so that the columns would not appear abrupt

Two hours later, Han Fei just opened the window and heard the gentle voice of the middle-aged man: "it's almost time to cook."

Han Fei: "..."

After a while, Han Fei looked at the milongjiao and found the fatal reason. It was a round hole in his head, which seemed to have been stabbed to death with one finger.Han Fei took a breath: how to eat this? No experience!

Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man, and the latter said lightly: "cut off the Dragon horn, draw out the Dragon tendon keel, take out the Dragon liver and gentian, shave off the Dragon scales, do not eat the tap, chop off. Others, you can do it yourself! "

Han Fei's mind moved: what should I do? This thing is full of treasure. You don't want it. I'll take it all.

This time, Han Fei had some difficulties in using the heaven and earth sword. After all, the heaven and earth sword didn't recognize the Lord, so he was a little unable to use it. The main thing is that it's a troublesome thing to draw dragon ribs and keels.

Han Fei did it for more than half an hour before he cleaned it up. He tried to chop the milongjiao, but he couldn't move it for a long time.

"Forget it, forget it. Anyway, I don't want the tap. I'll plug it into the refining world first. As for dragon meat... "

Han Fei thought for a moment: "well, I didn't have the experience to eat for the first time. I'll make a braised dragon meat, a piece of dragon meat. Well, just three, almost enough Come on, another fried dragon in soy sauce. "

A moment later, the middle-aged man saw the sky above the river, the spirit flame rising from the sky, cooking seasoning in the pot, the sky roasted dragon meat.

This scene, thanks to no one to see.

Otherwise, Han Fei felt that he might be beaten to death by others.

Dragon! Although it is not a real dragon, there is a trace of dragon blood! There are so many dragon meat dishes out of flowery, and Han Fei can't bear it?

But on second thought, Han Fei was also happy. With dragon tendons, there are materials for practicing the art of divine control.

Even the fishing rod can be upgraded. This keel is stronger than the green sea dragon bone which has been dead for many years. It's really a good thing!

One hour after the meal.

Two people sat on a table by the river. The middle-aged man picked up a piece of skin dragon meat, stained with vinegar, and put it into his mouth.

After that, the middle-aged man picked up a piece of braised dragon meat, a piece of fried dragon meat with soy sauce, and finally picked up a dragon meat to burn.

Han Fei is holding a dragon meat fire and looking at the middle-aged man. After half a day, the middle-aged talent lightly replied, "yes, it's just that this one is a little too boring."

Middle aged refers to braised dragon meat.

Han Fei is puzzled for a while. He picks up a piece of braised dragon meat and puts it into his mouth. He only feels the rolling energy into his body, and his blood suddenly flows.

Forced down this kind of throbbing, Han Fei is dead to the mouth to plug, putty what putty? What delicious dragon meat! If you don't, I will.

It's a pity that Han Fei only ate five or six Jin. The whole person's skin is already red and breathing like fire. When I opened my mouth, I found a flame and it came out of my mouth.

The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in disgust: "when you eat, you really want to take a big breath, you should first turn your head to take a breath."

Han Fei's eyes are red: what am I panting for? I'm so hot.

Immediately, Han Fei left his seat and ran to the river. His mind moved. A group of rivers poured down his head.

"No way! You have to practice. You have to practice the body of 108 gods in the river. "

"Poo Tong!"

I saw Han Fei jump into the river and put on all kinds of strange postures. The middle-aged man looks at Han Fei in the water from time to time.

When Han Fei finished the 108 postures, the middle-aged man squinted slightly.

Squinting, Han Fei did not find that middle-aged fingers a pinch, seems to be calculating something.

This time, Han Fei didn't sit all day. Although dragon meat is awesome, the awesome spirit is also very powerful. It took only two hours to calm the tumbling Qi and blood.

However, at this time, the middle-aged man said lightly, "you can go to sleep."

Han Fei is speechless: I haven't got my bed yet, so I go to sleep?

Han Fei can't help but mutter a few times: sleep, sleep, sleep where is not sleep?

After that, he really ran to his unfinished small room, looked at the boards on the ground, and suddenly took out a shell more than six meters from the sea shell to control the water.

Let alone, Han Fei can't remember when he went to bed last time?

Although, practitioners can not sleep. But eating and sleeping are the blessings of life. The happiness of ordinary people is not easy for practitioners.

Han Fei slept soundly until he heard the sound of the rain.

Han Fei:

Han Fei opens his eyes and looks confused: This is the secret place! There's no rain this day. Where's the rain? Are you kidding me?

Han Fei quickly got up and walked out of the house. Sure enough, I saw the light rain falling.

Then he saw the middle-aged man sitting in front of a bluestone with a teacup in his hand and the mist rising from the cup. There is no rain within 10 meters of the stone platform.

There is a teapot on the blue stone table, and there is a teacup on the opposite side. Han Fei is shocked to see it: is this for himself?Sure enough, the middle-aged man didn't even return his head. He said lightly, "sit down and have tea."