Feng Xingying suddenly turned around and stabbed his neck with a needle.
The whole world went quiet.
"I said, shut up during my treatment, or get out." Feng Xingying glanced at Qin Shiyi: "Do you still want to have dinner?"
"Yes!" Qin Shiyi immediately responded politely: "Whoever dares to make the slightest sound, don't blame me for being rude."
Gu Dandan, who originally wanted to talk nonsense, immediately shut his mouth hard. This man was obviously dressed as a guard of Prince Leng's Mansion. The strength of the guards of Prince Leng's Mansion was seen by everyone in Ningzhou City, and she did not dare to provoke them.
Poor Ning Liantian just woke up and found himself lying on the grill. When he heard the word "dinner" again, he was stunned for a moment. Unfortunately, he was unable to resist and could only stand up straight.
"Lie down." Feng Xingying said fiercely: "Don't move, otherwise I will throw you into the fire."
Throwing it into the fire or roasting it on the grill will result in death, wouldn’t it
Ning Liantian still lay down obediently. He had been a weapon refiner for decades, so he always had some fire resistance.
While roasting, Feng Xingying made several cuts on Ning Liantian's body, pricked a few acupuncture points with silver needles, and added some light yellow fragrant powder.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are having a barbecue.
Yunxiang, in particular, watched with wide eyes without blinking. Every time her young lady taught her how to cook, she only talked with her mouth. This was her first time doing it. Yunxiang should learn from her!
After a while, some black, white, and red blood and sweat dripped from Ning Liantian's body and fell on the fire, giving off a strange smell.
"Yunxiang, boil water." Feng Xingying suddenly ordered.
Boil water for what? Do you need to cook it after roasting? This method of saving people is really eye-opening.
I heard that the eldest lady of the Feng family has a wild and independent personality. Could it be that she really wants to try cooking people
Master Yin wanted to speak again, but Sister Mei stopped him, shook her head and gave him a reassuring look.
Master Yin and Sister Mei seemed to have a very good relationship, and they actually calmed down and quietly watched the cruel game of cooking people alive.
No, seeing that the roast was almost done, the oil and blood had flowed out, and the person was almost dry, Feng Xingying finally asked gracefully:
"Is it hot?"
"Hot!" Ning Liantian was really hot, but he felt something about his body and understood that Feng Xingying was a doctor and was helping him treat it.
He is an honest and durable weapon refiner, so he naturally cooperates with Feng Xingying. No matter how hot it is, it is better than being poisoned by a bitch. He still has to take care of Ah Zi and cannot die, so he endures the pain and burns. Roasted, I didn’t even hum a sentence.
Feng Xingying couldn't help but respect him, so she gave up the idea of letting Qin Shiyi carry it. Instead, she released the restraints on his body and used her mouth to nuzzle the big hot iron pot next to her:
"There's something hotter, do you want to try it?"
Ning Liantian only glanced at the boiling water, then closed his eyes, stood up suddenly, flipped, and fell into the boiling water accurately without any splash.
Then
Feng Xingying finished roasting the meat and was preparing to stew the soup.
There is still the smell of meat on the grill over there, and light smoke has begun to come out of Ning Liantian's head from the bucket here.
And Feng Xingying even more irritatedly added things to the soup, and then inserted a few needles into people.
After being busy for a while, Feng Xingying finally stopped and sat back to his previous position, picking up the clear purple jade tea cup and quietly sipping tea.
It was as if none of that had happened just now.
There are also people in the yard and people in the pot, which have nothing to do with her.