818 The Uncle Feng Who Fell on My Balcony

Shred the potatoes, blanch, and arrange on a plate.Heat up the oil, deep-fry the Chinese prickly ash and chili until crispy, pour it into a plate.

Cut the squid into pieces with a flower knife, remove the seeds from the green peppers and tear them into small pieces, and stir-fry with the fragrant onion and ginger until the squid curls into a flower tube shape.

Collect the sauce in the sauce-flavored short ribs until the soup is thick, and put it into a shallow casserole.

Mapo tofu, dry-stir-fried kohlrabi, radish soup... I picked up an egg, paused with my hand, and put it back-there is a bad-tempered bird in the house, and it is better not to eat anything related to poultry.

Dishes were brought up one after another, and the bad-tempered bird sat at the table and put on an act, but unfortunately its sense of smell was too keen, the smell of the food penetrated its nose, its posture was still upright and reserved, its beautiful phoenix eyes shone honestly.

Xiao He took out the rice, one bowl for each person, sat down, and started the meal.

I haven't eaten since last night, and I was frightened again this morning, so I won't faint from hunger and my stomach is growling.After eating at the same table once, he saw through this phoenix. He said that the food in this world is not good or that bad, but in fact he is very greedy.

"You did it all?"

Feng Xi rested her chin on one hand, and her phoenix eyes lightly swept over Xiao He: "The last time I came to the mortal world to do business, I didn't like men to cook, and you don't seem to make a living from it. This kind of skill."

Xiao He handed the chopsticks to Feng Xuan: "When did you come last time?"

Feng Xi picked up a piece of sauce-flavored pork ribs, and said casually: "Not long ago, more than 1000 years."

"..." The time measurement of human beings really cannot be compared with these gods.

Xiao He then said: "The times are different. Now women and men are equal. This is also a manifestation of the progress of the times."

Speaking of this, Xiao He thought of his mother who was much stronger than many men.

Feng Xie chewed the ribs, his taste buds were greatly satisfied, he couldn't eat what kind of animal it was, he only knew that it was better than the "fried ham" he had eaten before.

"Edibles have improved a lot."

He thought of the only one experience he had, eating mortal food—it wasn't very good anyway.

Xiao He saw the clue from Feng Xie's subtle expression, and said calmly: "Although the level of ancient cooking is not as good as that of modern times, there are still many delicacies. What did you eat last time?"

Then he thought that after more than 1000 years, he probably wouldn't remember it, so he said, "It's okay not to say."

Feng Xi didn't pay attention to his last sentence: "I don't know what it is, Ying Lin picked it from a tree, and the taste is the same as any bad tree in Kunlun Mountains."

He thought for a while and added: "And there is no spiritual power, it is useless."

Feelings you eat leaves...

Xiao He told him tactfully: "We human beings don't eat leaves unless there is a famine."

"Hmm." Feng Xuan replied vaguely, and then extended his chopsticks to the next dish.

"What is this?"

"Fired squid, things in the sea, you lived on the mountain before, you should have never seen it."

Feng Xie chewed it, the taste was chewy, and the taste was still good, then she gave him a sideways glance: "Ying Lin's family lives in the sea, and I often go there."

"..."

I'm really sorry for treating you like a simple mountain person.

"You keep mentioning Ying Lin, who is he?"

Scientific research shows that if a person's name is mentioned so intensively in such a short period of time, the two people must have a close relationship—either a couple or running on the runway to become a couple.

"You... lover?"

he probed.

"puff!"

A mouthful of unchewed squid sprayed out, but fortunately Feng Xie reacted quickly and sprayed it on the floor, without destroying a table of dishes on the spot.

Someone who knew he had guessed wrong was in a good mood for some reason, and said with a wooden face, "Sorry."

"Because you always mention him, I thought you were very close."

Hearing that someone whom he designated as his prey speculates that he and that—that person is a———person, Feng Xuan felt a mouthful of blood in his chest, unable to vomit, so he could only hold back and swallow.

What can he say?are friends?Is it a bad friend?Is it a gay friend?Is it a good cp? (No without the latter two.)

In order to make Xiao He no longer open his mind, Feng Xuan had no choice but to explain reluctantly: "It's... my younger brother."

The word Shedi seemed to be in his mouth, and he didn't want to spit it out for others to see, and it was disgusting to hold it in his mouth, so he finally had to spit it out reluctantly.

——Fighting from childhood to adulthood, and getting into fights from time to time at such an old age, it's no wonder Feng Xie despises him so much.

——Of course, the other one also disliked Feng Xie.

——Two people dislike each other.

"I see."

Xiao He unconsciously raised his eyebrows slightly.

Feng Xuan didn't seem to want to say anything more, and he stretched out his chopsticks for the next dish.

Xiao He looked at it and said quickly, "That dish..."

Feng Xie had already put it in his mouth, and then——

"..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Cough too much!

Xiao He hurriedly served him a bowl of radish soup, and added the next words: "It's very spicy."

"How can there be such a stimulating taste?"

Of course it was exciting, he specially added spicy mapo tofu...made according to his own taste, but this phoenix stretched its arms to pick up vegetables in front of him.

Xiao He felt that these phoenixes, egrets, cranes and other monsters or gods should have a light taste. Drinking dew every day and eating the wind is enough. It's not light, but after that, it keeps stretching out the chopsticks over Ma Po. Although it's so hot that it keeps drinking the soup, it can't stop at all.

Xiao He also found that he prefers meat to several vegetarian dishes, especially the sauce-flavored short ribs. He seems to prefer dishes with thick oil and red sauce.

This is really a strong taste bird.

"I thought you were an elf, but I didn't expect you to be a beast..." Xiao He bit his chopsticks and muttered.

Feng Qi was so hot that he breathed out: "What?"

"I said, don't you gods sweat?"

"Rarely, I have never shed it, other gods may have it."

I thought he would say something like "We are amazing, warm in winter and cool in summer", but I didn't expect that some gods would sweat.Ah, by the way, this is just a phoenix. Birds don't have sweat glands, so of course they don't sweat.

He asked curiously: "When? What kind of gods will sweat?"

"Variety?"

"...is the original form."

Feng Xie thought about it carefully: "When the main body died and the primordial spirit collapsed, he was still desperately struggling and kicking his legs. As for the original shape, I don't remember."

I have seen too many dead gods and immortals.

"..." When I didn't ask.

Seeing Xiao He stand up and leave the dining table, Feng Xuan asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm sweating, get something to drink to cool down."

"Crack, squeak—"

Xiao He opened a can of beer with a blank expression, waited for the rice to be swallowed, and took a sip into his mouth.

Feng Xie looked at him dissatisfied: "Why is there only one can?"

What about mine?

"You are not used to drinking."

Feng Xi saw some white foam on the corners of his lips, and a few drops of brown liquid still glistening on his lips, and wondered, "What is this?"

Seeing the light in his eyes, Xiao He remembered that during the Chinese New Year his little nephew was curious about the wine the elders drank, and thought it was funny, so he waved the wine bottle in front of him: "Beer."

"liquor?"

Feng Xuan was very upset by Xiao He's similar teasing behavior: "Hmph, what a joke. Cang Wu's immortal is drunk, I can drink three altars."

Obviously look down on him.

"Cangwu is the winery of your God Realm?"

"Cangwu is a mountain...don't talk nonsense, go get another can."

Xiao He had no choice but to come to the refrigerator, turn the hand holding the beer halfway, and took out a bottle of Rio.

"Try drinking this, it's also wine."

Feng Xie took the bottle of pale pink wine, and was amazed - it looked very similar to peach blossom stuffing, and it was much darker than peach blossom stuffing, things in the world would always surprise him.

If Xiao He knew what he was thinking, he would have said coldly - it was pigment.

"Tsk, this wine..."

Xiao He asked: "How is it? Are you not used to drinking?"

"Specious."

"..."

Feng Xie smacked his lips, but he performed the obscene movements with incomparable elegance: "Is it called wine if it's so light? It also has a sour taste."

"I can't see it, you drink very well?"

"of course."

While he wasn't paying attention, he grabbed the beer can and poured it into his mouth.

"do not……"

Unable to stop it, the picky Phoenix vomited again.

Xiao He sighed with a paralyzed face: "I said you are not used to drinking..."

No matter the amount of alcohol, the first time you drink beer is always going to squirt.

Feng Xie's pretty brows frowned: "It's a foul smell! You mortals like to eat with urine?"

A certain mortal who just took a mouthful of food with his urine: "..."

However, the nerves are as strong as Xiao He, and it was only a moment of embarrassment to hear this kind of evaluation. He calmly picked up the beer and took another sip: "This is a kind of carbonated drink, which is used by us mortals to relieve the heat. The carbon dioxide is exhaled out of the body to take a lot of calories. , can make people feel cool."

After finishing speaking, Xiao He smacked his lips, looked at the emerald green beer can, and suddenly thought—is this an indirect kiss? (Poor virgin doesn't know that the other guy has kissed Ben before him.)

Feng Xie looked at him from "unbelievable" to "sympathetic": "It's really difficult, I have to drink this kind of thing to understand the summer heat... I have a thousand-year-old cold jade with me, I will give it to you another day."

——You don’t need to drink urine when you wear it on your body.

His expression said so.

A certain mortal who always felt even more upset: "...Thank you."

The meal ended in a fairly relaxed (?) atmosphere.

"That... Feng Xuan."

After tidying up the tableware, Xiao He stopped the phoenix and gave him a fruit plate: "I have something to tell you."

Feng Xie carried the fruit plate and poured it onto the sofa, leaned back, and said, "I have a good heart, so do I."

Strange, this is like the atmosphere before the showdown of idol dramas.

After getting rid of the strange feeling in his heart, Xiao He looked at Feng Yu seriously with a pair of jet-black eyes: "Tell me, what is on my body, or what is yours."

Feng Xie was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

"It's very simple. When I first encountered those..., it asked me to give him things. You just said, 'Who gave you the guts to covet my things', it's easy to guess."

Xiao He was not so stupid as to think that the "thing" he was talking about was himself. Although it was true that Feng Xie "handled" him at the time, they had only known each other for a few days.

He also noticed one more thing, those... have gradually increased since the phoenix transformation.

Feng Xi was stunned, as if his soul had been struck by lightning, listening to Xiao He read what he had said with a flat and waveless voice stick...why did he feel an inexplicable sense of shame? !

Does he usually talk so annoying? ? ? ?