"Feng Nu, what do you eat every day? Why is there only rice?" Nian Bing asked suspiciously.
Feng Nu lowered her head and said a little embarrassedly: "I drink porridge every day! The same is true when the master is here. The master said that porridge is the best to digest. Sometimes, we also buy some vegetables and tear them up. Cook it in porridge, the master said, that's enough nutrition. I finished eating the vegetables yesterday, so I'll go buy them now. What do you need?"
"Only drink porridge?" Nian Bing looked at Feng Nu dumbfounded, and said with a wry smile: "Your life is really simple. You don't need to buy it, let's go out first."
The two walked back to the courtyard, Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing, and said embarrassedly: "I wanted to keep you for dinner, but I forgot that there is no food, I'm sorry."
Nian Bing smiled and shook his head, a trace of inexplicable pity rose in his heart, "It's okay, I have a way. If I can't even overcome this, I am not worthy of being a ghost chef's disciple." While talking, he looked away and looked into the sky Go, soon, he found his target on the wall. A blue light flashed in his eyes, and he pointed his wrist lightly at the wall. Two blue lights flashed and disappeared. Immediately, the two pigeons playing on the wall were pierced by the blue light and fell to the ground in the yard.
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing in surprise, "Do you know martial arts? Why did you kill those two pigeons, how pitiful they are!"
Nian Bing said: "I don't know martial arts, it's just low-level ice magic and ice archery. People can't be killed, but killing a pigeon is not a big problem. Feng Nu, you know, in the eyes of a chef , as long as it is edible, it is a material, since you have no material here, I have no choice but to get some myself."
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing dissatisfied, "I didn't expect you to be such a cruel person."
Nian Bing smiled slightly and said: "Am I cruel? Then you don't want to eat it later." While talking, he walked to the corner and picked up the two pigeons. After eight years of practice, his spirit The strength has reached a very high level, the ice arrows sent out earlier directly smashed the heads of the two pigeons, and did not cause them any more pain.
Holding two pigeons and walking past Feng Nu, looking at her dull gaze, Nian Bing smiled and said: "Pigeons are very rich in nutritional value and have the effect of strengthening the body and kidney. Since you say I am cruel, don't look at me." How do I deal with it?" With that said, he went straight to the kitchen.
"No, I want to see it." Feng Nu gave Nian Bing a stubborn look, and followed him into the kitchen.
Nian Bing took a basin, poured some water, went back to the yard, and quickly removed all the feathers on the pigeons, then took out its internal organs, and washed the pigeon meat.
Looking at the bloody scene in front of her, Feng Nu frowned again and again, reluctantly insisting on staying beside Nian Bing and continuing to watch. Nian Bing smiled slightly, turned his wrist, and took out the Morning Dew Knife from his arms. Under the command of his spiritual power, the magic power easily condensed the blood, water and internal organs in the basin into ice, turned the basin upside down, and the ice came out of the basin Out, Nian Bing held two washed pigeons in one hand, and sang softly: "The scorching fire, burst out the enthusiasm in your hearts, explode between the heaven and the earth, and explode the fire." A solid fireball appeared in front of him, A flash of light flashed in Nian Bing's eyes, and the ball of explosive flame with a diameter of five inches rushed away. With a bang, the whole piece of blood ice disappeared completely, leaving no trace except for a faint flow of water vapor.
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing blankly, "You, you know two kinds of magic? Ice and fire, how is this possible?"
Nian Bing smiled and said: "There is nothing impossible in the world. As long as you dare to think and do it, your fantasy may become a reality. When I was learning cooking with the master, I often used this method to destroy garbage. How about it? Let's leave traces on the ground. Ice and fire will turn into water vapor. When I froze the bloody water, I have completely fused the internal organs of the pigeon with the ice. Under the bombardment of the explosion, it will naturally disappear." Explosion , Tier 3 magic requires the strength of an intermediate magician to cast it, and the explosive power is extremely strong.
Taking the pigeon back to the kitchen, Nian Bing grabbed a pigeon's leg and lifted it up. Because of Nian Bing's cruelty to the pigeon, Feng Nu's good impression of him had dropped a lot at this time, *in the kitchen On the door, see what he is going to do. She was surprised to find that holding the pigeon with his left hand, Nian Bing's whole person seemed to have changed. Standing there, he was as stable as a rock, and his sharp eyes fell on the pigeon, as if he was observing something? Suddenly, he moved, and Feng Nu only saw a blue brilliance floating out. The brilliance was so gorgeous that Nian Bing's right hand turned and flickered like a phantom at this time, and almost the same flesh The silk kept piling up on the chopping board below. Although the shadow of the knife could not be seen clearly, Feng Nu was surprised to find that the pigeon in Nian Bing's hand had gradually turned into a skeleton amidst the flickering blue brilliance. In the blink of an eye a few times, Nian Bing had already changed another pigeon, and the blue brilliance was still shining. When the two skeletons appeared on the chopping board, there was already a pile of evenly shredded meat beside it. Nian Bing took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wrapped it around the blade and slowly brought it across, the morning dew swirled on the blade without leaving a trace.
Nian Bing smiled slightly, walked to the stove, pointed with his left hand, a ball of fire hit the firewood, and the flames burst into flames. The pot on the stove was still clean, and the skeletons of two pigeons were thrown directly into the pot, and the The clear water was poured in, but he stopped just before the skeleton. Put the lid on the pot and said with a smile: "The original soup can be transformed into the original food, so that the nutrition can be fully absorbed."
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing dumbfounded, and murmured: "Aren't you really a martial arts learner? Your saber is so fast." She knew very well that although she was practicing Dou Qi, her wrist speed was definitely not as fast as Nian Bing's. quick.
Nian Bing smiled and said: "My knife technique can only cut vegetables and meat, and it's just a simple knife. It's not like you, who has cultivated the Jiuli fighting spirit of Senior Huatian. Unfortunately, I want to focus on the cultivation of magic, otherwise, Maybe I will ask you for some knowledge about vindictiveness. You only have salt here, so I won’t cook pigeon stew, but simply make pigeon meat rice for you.” While talking, he took out a square from his waist Spread out on the chopping board, inside the cloth bag are small cloth bags, each cloth bag is covered with something, different in size and thickness, the largest is a small knife, and the smallest is a long Needle. There are a total of more than ten samples, most of which are needle-shaped items.
Feng Nu asked curiously: "What do you do with these things? You look like a doctor practicing medicine. Do you know acupuncture?"
Nian Bing smiled slightly, and said: "Needles are not only good for acupuncture, but also good for cooking." Beside him, he picked up a grain of rice with his left hand, and took out the second-to-last thin needle from the cloth bag with his right hand. As soon as the needle was inserted into his hand, the tip of the needle turned red immediately, exuding a trace of heat. With a flick of the wrist, the red-hot needle of the fire magic directly pierced the raw rice grains pinched by the left hand. The other end came out, and the rice grains were actually covered with shredded pork. Immediately afterwards, Nian Bing's movements began to speed up, and one after another rice grains were continuously inserted with the needle, and they were cleverly threaded into a string on the shredded meat. The astonishment in Feng Nu's eyes at the miraculous place grew more and more, this is not cooking, it's clearly like making a perfect handicraft.
Complicated projects are constantly being displayed in Nian Bing's hands, and his hands stretch like phantoms, without a trace of lag, without a trace of mistakes. However, even at his speed, half an hour had passed by the time all the shredded meat was covered with rice grains. Looking at the rows of rice grains, Nian Bing smiled. This technique of passing rice with shredded meat was completed by combining magic. Without a hot fire needle, it is impossible to wear each grain of rice so evenly The rice grains lay flat on the chopping board like a bead curtain. Nian Bing turned around and opened the lid. The soup made of pigeon bones gave off a faint fragrance in the steaming heat. He took a spoon from the side and carefully put the two pieces together. Picking out the pigeon bones from the pot, looking at the milky white soup, he hesitated for a moment, then turned around, murmured something, the faint blue light wrapped the rice grains on the chopping board, and even turned those rice grains The rice wrapped in shredded pork froze into a piece, and the morning dew knife came out, and lightly picked up the frozen rice into the pot, sprinkled a thin layer of salt evenly on the ice, covered it Put the lid on the pot, put the Chenlu Knife back into its sheath, turned around and said to the sluggish Feng Nu, "Okay, let's cook for about half an hour and you're ready to eat. Although the pigeon meat rice tastes good, it's a pity that it's not that good. It's a waste of time, and I will trouble you to wait a little longer."
Feng Nu looked at Nian Bing strangely, "You, are you cooking? If this is done by an ordinary chef, I'm afraid I can't finish it in a day."
Nian Bing smiled and said: "One day? If it takes one day, the shredded pigeon meat will not be edible long ago. There is no practical significance just to make it look good. Wait until you taste it before drawing conclusions."
The two walked out of the kitchen. Feng Nu's previous unhappiness had disappeared in Nian Bing's miraculous cooking skills. After moving two wooden stools, the two sat down in the yard. Nian Bing looked a little tired and squinted slightly. With squinting eyes, looking at the tall old tree outside the courtyard wall, the shreds of meat are piercing the rice. It requires complete concentration. Doing so much at once is like controlling a big magic. Even he himself couldn't explain why he cooked such cumbersome pigeon meat rice for Feng Nu. Although it sounds simple, the simpler the cooking, the more it shows the chef's skills.