"Master, your cooking skills are great, I love you so much!" Mantou ate the braised fish excitedly, and generously cut off half of Feng Xingying's fish tail.
"Try it?" Feng Xingying recommended it to Qiu Yingqi. This fish was still the chef of Qiu Yingqi.
Feng Xingying felt like she had a magical aura around her, which meant that she would always be a theoretical master and a hands-on idiot in cooking.
Everything she made by herself was not delicious, but everything made by others under her guidance was good.
The senior brothers who were instructed also served their dishes respectively. The table was full and it felt really good.
"Mine, mine, all mine."
"Junior sister Feng, you are so awesome. Will you come to the kitchen and teach us cooking skills in the future?"
"No problem." Feng Xingying was in a good mood: "Shall I teach you how to squeeze peanut oil first?"
The senior brother really had some understanding: "No, I've already seen it. Sixth Junior Brother, please take a few people to buy all the peanuts in Dali Kingdom."
"Sunflower seeds, walnuts, and almonds can all be bought to make oil," Feng Xingying added.
"Okay~~"
"By the way, help me buy some fish. The fish cooked by senior brother is so delicious." Steamed Bun praised.
"If you don't buy this, you can catch it yourself."
"Stingy." The steamed bun ignored him and stared eagerly at the big fish that was about to come out of the pot. This was the main dish.
"Don't look, this is to honor the master." Qiu Yingqi said coldly.
"What? It's obviously something my master worked hard to make, why should you be allowed to sell it?" He is greedy for steamed buns and can find any excuse.
"Then junior sister Feng will send it off."
“…”
Next came cooking. Feng Xingying really didn't understand how the ancients survived. Not to mention that they didn't have pasta. They even cooked rice, wheat and other grains into porridge.
Feng Xingying made a simple meal and it was enough to make people cry. If she made some more pasta, wouldn't she be admired by the whole sect
No matter what, let’s do the filial piety to the master and win over the steamed buns first.
The day Feng Xingying came to Lingshan Sword Sect, he gained full favorability because of his cooking skills.
When everyone on Tianshu Peak had white rice that night, there was no way to describe how satisfied they were.
If there is food to eat, who would want to drink porridge every day
The next day, Feng Xingying got up early, taking in the sunshine and quietly breathing out his spiritual power, hoping to open up his body's spiritual veins.
Steamed Bun glanced at the approaching figure and suddenly opened a barrier, isolating Feng Xingying's entire room.
Qiu Yingqi looked at the barrier with a dark expression and reminded loudly: "Junior Sister Feng, our Lingshan Sword Sect's custom is to get up every morning to practice swordplay, and you must not slack off for a day.
Junior sister got up quickly and walked back to the sword training platform with me. "
What the barrier isolated was Qiu Yingqi's people, but it could not isolate the sound. Feng Xingying responded angrily:
"Then what if I can't get up?"
"Junior sister, you are good at work but poor at work. How can you practice swordsmanship like this?"
"I can't stand my talent." Feng Xingying was really a little angry. If she hadn't been able to do two things at once, Qiu Yingqi's voice would have interrupted her breakthrough.
Although Qiu Yingqi had no hostility and was just self-righteous out of habit, Feng Xingying still felt unhappy.
"Can I beat you in swordsmanship, so I won't have to practice swordsmanship in the future?"
"Beat me? Junior sister is joking. Even if I don't use any spiritual power, you are no match for me."
"This is what you said. Then you are not allowed to use any spiritual power. We will meet at the sword testing platform after breakfast." Feng Xingying climbed on the ground to finalize.