My wife is a sword god

At night, it was time for dinner, and the family came to the lobby. Even Lan Ningshuang and Xing Sheng were called over by Qin Feng.

"Your young lady is not coming?" Qin Feng glanced at the entrance of the lobby and did not see the white figure.

Lan Ningshuang shook her head. Her young lady was originally cold, and with the changes in the Wanjian Sect, Liu Jianli now liked to be alone most of the time.

"Forget it, you can bring some food to her later."

Lan Ningshuang wanted to answer "Even if you bring it to the young lady, she won't eat it", but when the words came to her lips, she nodded silently.

"Feng'er, what exactly are you going to feed us? Why are you so mysterious?" Er Niang was curious. At this moment, the dining table was still empty.

Qin An touched his belly. As a martial artist, he had an amazing appetite. In addition, Xing Sheng returned, and the two of them practiced for a while. At this moment, he was already starving.

"Don't worry." Qin Feng smiled and clapped his hands. The servants outside the house heard the secret signal set in advance and brought plates of ingredients to the table.

There were many kinds of ingredients, including sliced ​​pork, thinly sliced ​​fish, cabbage, and tofu.

But everyone was even more confused because these things were all raw!

"Feng'er, you have been tinkering in the kitchen for a long time, just to let us eat these? And what is this big plate of hairy skin?" Qin Jianan stared and pointed at the table.

"Dad, don't worry, the food is not ready yet." Qin Feng pretended to be mysterious.

As soon as the voice fell, a servant carefully brought a small stove for decocting medicine and placed it in the middle of the table.

Qin Jianan was about to ask again when a strong aroma came into the hall and hit his nose. In a moment, two servants, one on the left and one on the right, brought a large pot and placed it steadily on the stove.

Curious, everyone looked into the pot, only to see the red soup boiling, the aroma overflowing, and many thumb-thick red fruits floating on the soup, no one knew what they were.

Lan Ningshuang naturally recognized it, it was the vermilion fruit, and her nose seemed to be filled with the pungent smell again!

Her appetite, which was aroused by the aroma, instantly decreased by half, and she even began to plan in her mind, looking for an excuse to get out first.

"Feng'er, what is this pot of red soup?" Er Niang asked with her head turned away.

"This is the soup base I made today. You put the ingredients in and rinse them. It will be ready to eat in a few moments." Qin Feng looked confident, but no one at the scene picked up their chopsticks.

This was also within Qin Feng's expectations. He took the lead in picking up a piece of fish fillet, put it in the pot, stirred it gently a few times, and picked it up again.

It melted in the mouth and was very delicious!

Everyone looked at each other, still without moving.

"I almost forgot that I didn't take that thing." Qin Feng smacked his lips and shouted outside: "Qing'er, help me bring all the small dishes on the kitchen table."

"Okay, young master." Qing'er responded, and soon, a plate of various small dishes was brought to the table.

Everyone saw Qin Feng pour a plate of pork into the pot. After a while, he picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce in the small dish, and put it in his mouth, showing a satisfied expression.

After repeating this, Qin An finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to use his chopsticks. When he hesitated to eat the first piece of pork, his eyes lit up, and the movement of his hands instantly accelerated. In a short while, he finished the whole pot of pork by himself.

"Brother, this thing is too delicious." Qin An chewed the pork in his mouth and said vaguely.

Hearing this, the rest of the people looked at each other, and finally started to use their chopsticks, and then they couldn't help themselves. Only Lan Ningshuang stood on one side, looking at the red fruit in the pot in fear.

Qin Feng saw what she was thinking, handed her a bowl of hot tofu and said with a smile: "Try it."

"Son-in-law, I'd better forget it." Lan Ningshuang's expression was stiff.

"Just try a piece. If you can't get used to it, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll ask the kitchen staff to make you a bowl of noodles later."

"Okay then." Lan Ningshuang picked up a piece of tofu, looked at the red oil sticking to it, and looked tangled. She exhaled lightly and finally made up her mind to put the tofu into her mouth.

The tip of her tongue was very hot, and then it was fresh, fragrant, tender and spicy, filling the entire taste buds.

"Hmm~" Lan Ningshuang's eyes were shining.

"How is it?" Qin Feng smiled.

"Delicious!" Lan Ningshuang left this sentence, and then joined the army of people who devoured it.

The ingredients on the table were eaten one plate after another, but the hairy thin slices of meat were never touched.

Qin Feng didn't care. This cow offal was thrown away directly in the past, so they naturally didn't understand how delicious it was.

Pick up a piece, put it in the pot, stir it up and down, dip it in minced garlic and sesame, and eat it.

The crunching sound made everyone stop their chopsticks and look over.

"Brother, what are you eating? It looks good." Qin An swallowed his saliva.

"This thing is the stomach of a barbarian bull, I also call it tripe, second brother, you eat more, it can replenish your blood and qi."

"Barbarian bull?!" Several people were shocked. That is a monster with hard skin and thick meat. The bones and flesh are expensive. It is the favorite of warriors, but this bull stomach is not the offal of the cow. Can it really be eaten?

Qin An half-believed and half-doubted, picked up a piece and put it in the pot.

"Pay attention to stir it up and down, otherwise it will affect the crispness." Qin Feng reminded.

Qin An was stunned when he heard this, then he did as he was told, put it in his mouth, and started chewing. The crunching sound rang out again, and his expression instantly became very wonderful.

"How is it?" The parents asked, and Xing Sheng was also waiting for the answer.

"After eating so many things tonight, I feel that this tripe is the most delicious!"

Everyone picked up their chopsticks when they heard this, and their expressions were very wonderful. In a short while, a large plate of tripe was finished.

Qin Jianan was still not satisfied: "Feng'er, is there any more of this thing called tripe?"

"Yes, there is, but there is not much left. I will use the rest to revive Wangyueju as the treasure of the town." Qin Feng vowed that this thing is not only delicious, but also can enhance the blood of warriors, and it will definitely sell well.

The other few people heard it and said it was a pity.

"Son-in-law, what is the name of this table of food? Even in Fengtian City, I have never eaten such delicious food." Xing Sheng asked.

"I call it hot pot."

The table was cleared, and everyone left rubbing their bellies.

Lan Ningshuang came to the pavilion in the lake with a small bowl and said to the woman in white: "Miss, this is the hot pot invented by my brother-in-law. It tastes very good."

Liu Jianli still looked at the bright moon in the lake and did not respond.

Lan Ningshuang sighed. This reaction was also within her expectations. After a warrior entered the seventh level of breath-retention, if he did not condense blood and qi into energy, he could theoretically not eat for a long time.

And her young lady had not eaten since she returned to Fengtian City from the Wanjian Sect.

Lan Ningshuang understood that this was a sign that the young lady was discouraged and wanted to give up the Shenwu dao

"Miss, I'll put this bowl next to you. If you are hungry, you can eat some." Lan Ningshuang put down the small bowl and left quietly.

Not long after she left, Liu Jianli's jade nose moved slightly. She looked at the small bowl of red soup slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Jinyang City, the City Lord's Mansion.

"What did you say, Qin Feng is not dead?" Ye Heng was furious.

"Reporting to the Lord, I saw it with my own eyes, it's absolutely true!"

"No wonder the trash surnamed Wang was abandoned by the Tang family. If I had known this, I should have thrown him into the wilderness and let him fend for himself!" Ye Heng slammed the table.

"Dad, don't be angry. I have another plan." Ye Luoting suddenly spoke up.

"Oh? What's your plan?"

"The head of the Qin family, Qin Jianan, has a restaurant called Wangyueju in Zhongcheng. It has suffered heavy losses in the past few months and has long been unable to make ends meet.

As far as I know, they spent eight or nine out of ten of their family's money to buy a new house a few days ago, and they are already stretched to the limit.

If we continue to lower the price of food in our restaurant and make their Wangyueju unable to receive business, we will definitely be able to drag down the entire Qin family, and then slowly work it out!"

Ye Heng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Good, good plan, worthy of being my son! In this case, this matter will be handed over to you!"

"I obey my orders."