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Chapter 471 Fuhu can't guard against this pit
The breeze, accompanied by Maitreya's signature laughter, quickly passed through the square. That hearty laugh was like a gust of wind that dispelled the haze. Soon everyone forgot the embarrassment just now, and continued to chat and eat happily.

Fu Hu was very depressed. He calmed down when the scene gradually quieted down. He took a deep breath. He has no other hobbies, just like Chef Qin, he likes to eat, and he likes to study vegetarian dishes when he has nothing to do. He became the iconic figure of Lingshan Kitchen.

Fu Hu is no better than the God of Cookery. He is a professional. He is eager to learn, and he likes to show off when he has nothing to do, but his favorite thing is cooking. Hard work can make up for his weakness, and he has a lot of time. Top chair.

Today Maitreya held a banquet, and he was a little impatient, so he took the initiative to invite Ying, recommended himself, and became today's chef. With strong mana, he didn't even need to help the cook. He was completely alone and dominated the audience.

The moment just now hit him hard, but Maitreya's smile also dispelled his depression. The dishes were not fresh, and it wasn't because he wasn't good enough at cooking. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, right?

After clearing up his mood, Fuhu regained his strength, he is the King of Chefs in Lingshan!

Swish Swish Swish, flipping both hands, the kitchen knife cuts vegetables in the air, the plate hovers in mid-air, all kinds of seasonings revolve around the crouching tiger, which hand has a special effect of five yuan added to the eyes of the chef, and he is about to go blind. It's easy to hang.

It was the first time I saw the gods cooking with magic, and the shock was really beyond words.

what smell?Yankong sniffed his nose, and there seemed to be a special smell in the air. He blinked his eyes, "Brother, have you smelled it? It's such a strange smell, I rarely smelled it before."

Yan Fa also sniffed, his eyes lit up, he pulled Yan Kong and whispered, "That's fermented bean curd."

Oh, Yankong nodded, fermented bean curd?He was young and never ate.

"How is fermented bean curd made?" Yan Kong was still a child, curious about everything.

Yan Fa had no choice but to smile wryly, he is not a hundred thousand why how could he know.

Qin Fen was happy, and began to talk to Yanfa, "Sufu is a traditional food. Tofu is dried and shredded, molded and then seasoned. It is very delicious. I like it very much."

As expected of a senior, he knows a lot!A smile appeared on Yan Fa's face, and then he repeated what the chef had said.

Yan Kong nodded, looked around, suddenly seemed to have discovered a new continent, but he remembered what his senior brother said, don't make trouble, and immediately lowered his voice, "Senior brother, is that reddish milk rot?"

The acting is not very clear, and it looks a bit similar.I didn't know what to say for a while, so I could only ask in my heart, "Please enlighten me, senior!"

"That's right, that's right, the red ones are chili peppers, but it seems a bit wrong. Fu Hu's dish should be stewed with southern milk. According to reason, fermented bean curd should not be served with chili noodles." After all, Qin Fen got the God of Cookery What you learn is all-encompassing in your heart.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "I see, it should be that Fuhu didn't seal it well when he made fermented bean curd, or he was in a hurry, and opened it before the time, and there was a problem with the spinning. At this stage, air entered, There is water vapor inside, and when the water vapor adheres to the fermented bean curd, it will become thinner and have a little peculiar smell, in order to cover it up, he added chili noodles, which is indeed a good way.”

Fu Hu moved his hands, raised his hand and looked for the plate of Sixi Vegetarian Fish, then a little smug smile appeared on his face, since it is not fresh, then change it to something else, look at his signature dish, stewed vegetarian dish with southern milk .

After a few swipes, Fu Hu picked up the pot and brought the plate in front of Yan Kong, "Little guy, come and taste my signature dish."

Xiaoyan Kongzhen listened intently to what his senior brother told Chef Qin, while listening, he nodded very seriously, and his little face was blushing.

As soon as Fu Hu came over, he immediately stood up and bowed to the other party first. Xiao Yankong was still very polite, and the monks around looked at him and praised him, yes, he is a good boy.

"Steamed Vegetarian Vegetable with Southern Milk?"

Hearing Yan Kong's soft voice, the smile on Fu Hu's face became wider, "Little guy, you are so smart, you actually know."

"My senior brother told me." Yankong was very proud, he was already very smart.

"Then do you know? This is my specialty, a must in Lingshan." Fu Hu decided to save the mistake just now.

"really?"

"That goes without saying, who am I, Fu Hu, I dare to admit the second, no one dares to admit the first in Lingshan, and this fermented bean curd is made by me secretly, there is no other place." Fu Hu began to tell the truth .

That's right, his culinary skills are indeed the best in Lingshan, this is not boasting.

Jiang Long looked at his younger brother and shook his head and smiled, "This Fuhu just loves to show off his culinary skills, but Xiao Yankong is pretty good and has a lot of wisdom."

Avalokitesvara nodded, "They are all very good performers, they are good seedlings, and the future of Buddhism will depend on them, Fu Hu, hey, to be honest, if he can spend half of his cooking time on homework , probably attained Bodhi earlier. Just like you, I like to run around and play games in the world."

"Isn't that the world of mortals refining my heart?" Jianglong smiled indifferently. He was Daoji in his previous life, and his physical body was rebuilt. He was used to laughing and cursing, and he couldn't stand the rules.

"But senior brother said that your fermented bean curd has a peculiar smell, but it's a bit smelly. It was not sealed properly and water vapor got in, so I smelled a bit strange just now. Is it broken?" Yan Kong blinked his eyes.

Fu Hu was so embarrassed, the smile on his face was fleeting.Facing that innocent face, those clear eyes looked at him, the eyes were like the thunder of Zixiao God, and the thunder made him burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Originally, I thought that the clothes I made were perfect, and the small flaws were covered up perfectly, but I didn't expect this little guy to be right.

Fu Hu's heart hurts.

The surroundings suddenly became so quiet, and the monks all looked at Fuhu Arhat strangely. Is this still a secret recipe?

You're fooling us. If you don't do it well, it will stink. This concept has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Yankong can't lie, monks don't tell lies, and Fu Hu's face can't lie, it's almost blue.

Even an idiot can see it.

As soon as these words came out, the good Maitreya banquet instantly became awkward.

Guanyin smiled apologetically, "I suddenly found that I'm not hungry yet!" As he spoke, he put the dishes in his hand back on the table and floated away.

Jianglong sighed in his heart, he was ashamed, "Ahaha, the weather is good today, I will try that again." Daoji is Daoji, not taboo, but also uncomfortable in my heart.At this critical moment, he could only support his junior brother.

Maitreya still had that smiling face, but the corners of his mouth twitched. It was a mistake to ask Fu Hu to arrange it today. He also liked to eat, but he lost his appetite in an instant.

The Buddha is like this, and the monks below can imagine that they all feel that they put the food in their hands back on the table.Without looking at Fu Hu, he just stared at the table in a daze.

"Master Fuhu, are you really doing badly?" This sound, like a punishment from the sky, came out of Yankong's small mouth, and Fuhu felt like thunder rolling from the sky.

What a nonsense!I can't make it through today.Fu Hu closed his eyes, feeling so sad and helpless at that moment.

Qin Fen didn't know whether to feel happy or cry, he really didn't mean it!

He really didn't do it on purpose, and there was another person beside him who was even more painful, looking at Fu Hu in a depressed manner, speechless.

　It broke out at the end of the 27th, and the manuscript is being saved

　　
　
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