Xianjun, please calm down

The white-haired beauty stretched out his jade-like hands, and cruelly peeled off the skin of the chicken, and the poor chicken immediately lost weight.

Throwing away the chicken skin + chicken feathers, Yu Changqing let out a sigh of relief.

He knows how to eviscerate, and he is very quick.

Get it done, wash it off, and then what?

Yu Changqing stood there and thought about it. Brother Zhuang would marinate the chicken with all kinds of messy things for a while. What did he use?

After staring at the various small bottles and cans on the table for a while, he decided to put them all in for a try. Anyway, they are all used for seasoning, so it must be right to put them all. good.

After tossing in the kitchen alone for a long time, the roast chicken was finally successfully cooked.

Because the shadow was a bit dark when he was young, he was always afraid that it would not be cooked well, so the roasting time was a little longer, the heat was not well controlled, and there was no skin, which made the chicken look a little (very) dry and the color was not very beautiful. , but the taste should be pretty good (fog).

With this confidence, he plans to make another side dish, which will not be greasy if it has both meat and vegetables.

After putting away the roast chicken, Yu Changqing went to Da Zhuang's vegetable garden and pulled back the vegetables as much as possible without causing extensive damage. Because the chopping board was broken, he tore off the vegetables with his hands, which was regarded as cutting.

After finishing all the dishes, he stood in front of the stove and recalled the steps of his brother Zhuang's cooking.

It seems to put the oil first, then put the vegetables, turn it over, and it's out of the pan.

It's fine, it's not difficult.

But when it was actually in operation, something went wrong.

He knew that the oil should be heated, but how hot should it be?

Can't be precise, it's better to be hotter.

Thick smoke billowed from the frying pan.

He waved away some of the smoke, and threw the dripping vegetables in. As a result, when the vegetables touched the frying pan, there was a loud bang, and the hot oil splashed everywhere, as if they were about to fry the pan!

Out of instinct for danger, Yu Changqing flew out of the kitchen, and a puff of smoke followed his footsteps.

He didn't enter the kitchen again until the oil inside was almost splashed, but the juicy dishes had already been burnt into a small handful of coke under the high temperature of the oil, and they were still burning.

Yu Changqing stared at the pot of "black vegetables" with staring eyes, a burst of anger rushed straight to his forehead, and he waved his hand!

Even the pot, the fire, the vegetables, and the kitchen were frozen into ice in an instant, and the kitchen that was billowing with thick smoke suddenly changed into a cold air...

Just as Yu Changqing was sulking while standing in Bingtuo's kitchen, he suddenly felt something was wrong and turned around abruptly.

"!"

I saw my Taoist companion standing under the big tree outside the kitchen, looking at this side with wide eyes, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Yu Changqing: "..."

[I can explain...]

Finally unable to restrain himself, he planned to sneak out to see if his own fairy had calmed down, but Da Zhuang, who was attracted by the huge movement, said, "...!!"

【what's the situation?Xianjun blasted the mountain? 】

Yu Changqing pursed her lips and stood in the desolate kitchen. Her white clothes, which were always spotless, were stained with black ash, blood and unknown stains (oil stars). There were some black ash on her slightly messy white hair, and there were spots on her nose and face. A few streaks of black, looking a little embarrassed.

Da Zhuang rushed in a few steps and looked back and forth at his own fairy a few times before staring at him and saying, "What's wrong? Someone attacked Qingyu Peak?"

Yu Changqing sullenly shook his head and said, "No."

Da Zhuang raised his sleeves and wiped his face distressedly, smoothed his long hair, put down his rolled up sleeves, and patted the dust on his robe: "What's the matter? How did you make it like this? ?”

Yu Changqing sighed, and said in a self-defeating manner: "I cook."

Da Zhuang paused his hands, stared and said, "What are you doing?"

Yu Changqing said with a guilty conscience, "Cook."

Da Zhuang lowered his face and said, "Did I ever tell you that you are not allowed to do these jobs?"

Yu Changqing stared at the dark, messy stove that exuded a faint cold air, and let out a weak "hmm".

Da Zhuang's voice raised a little: "Then why are you always disobedient?!"

Yu Changqing thought it was necessary for him to come up with a successful finished product to save some face, so as not to be reprimanded by his Taoist companion.

Fortunately, my previous roast chicken was not bad (fog).

He held it down with one hand and was about to fall into an irritable Da Zhuang, and flipped the other hand, and he held a plate of dry roast chicken in his palm.

Da Zhuang lost his voice for a moment, opened his mouth wide and looked at the roast chicken that had obviously been tortured inhumanely, and then at his own fairy, before he was stunned for a long time before saying: "You did it?"

Yu Changqing said with a reserved "hmm", "Try it."

Da Zhuang pointed to himself and said, "Do it for me?"

Yu Changqing raised his hand and plucked a bit of hair hanging from Da Zhuang's forehead, successfully wiped the dust from his fingers onto his forehead, and said softly, "I also want to treat you better."

Da Zhuang took the plate of roast chicken in a daze, walked to the table under the big tree with the plate in his arms, put down the plate, and looked up at his own fairy who followed.

Yu Changqing flicked his long sleeves, sat down beside Da Zhuang, put one hand on the table, and said softly, "Try it."

Da Zhuang couldn't help but shook his fairy's finger resting on the table, sniffed secretly, then withdrew his hand, and carefully tore off the chicken wings...without pulling it off.

Da Zhuang secretly exerted more strength, and then with a crisp "click", he broke off the wings that were firmly attached to the chicken, and brought it to his lips for a cherished bite.

"..."

In view of the feel of the hand just now, Da Zhuang was very forceful when he slammed down, but even so, he only bit off a small amount of meat...and a piece of bone.

It doesn't work if you don't connect to the bones, they have no distinction between you and me, and they are indivisible.

This taste... my own fairy is really a strange person, salty, bitter, sour and sweet, all the flavors of the world are in one, very... thought-provoking.

Yu Changqing couldn't help but leaned forward and asked, "How does it taste?"

Da Zhuang straightened his neck and swallowed the contents of his mouth with difficulty. The chicken scraped all the way into his stomach along with the bones. Da Zhuang once again felt the extraordinary toughness of the chicken and how the chicken cooked it method of hatred.

He adjusted his expression and commented: "This chicken looks ordinary, but it tastes pretty good."

Yu Changqing's eyes brightened slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a small arc and said: "That's good, you eat the legs, there is a lot of meat."

Da Zhuang nodded, this time he was on guard, and he secretly used his strength to tear off the chicken leg very smoothly, and secretly used the power of the prehistoric to tear off a mouthful on the teeth.

Yes, the chicken is quite tasty, all the flavors are evenly distributed, and there is no surviving place.

This is an advantage, Da Zhuang chewed the meat hard, thinking secretly.

Yu Changqing asked again: "How is it?"

Da Zhuang nodded and commented: "The chicken wings are less meaty and a bit dry, but the leg meat is much more tender."

Yu Changqing bent the corners of his lips less obviously.

Da Zhuang chewed the meat over and over for a long while before stretching his neck to swallow it. Unexpectedly, the meat was extremely tenacious and firmly stuck in his throat. He refused to submit no matter what. Da Zhuang beat his chest twice, Violently shook it down.

Seeing this, Yu Changqing hurriedly said: "Are you choking? Don't eat in such a hurry, and no one will grab you."

Da Zhuang nodded with a smile and said: "The spiritual food that Xianjun made for me can't be shared by others, so what, I'm a little thirsty, please help me get some water."

Yu Changqing flipped his hand, took out the tea set and brewed a pot of Yunwu Spiritual Tea for him, and said in a warm voice, "Drink some Spiritual Tea, let's go."

Da Zhuang took the tea and blew it twice, drank it all in one gulp, and finally felt better, so he turned his head and continued to entangle with the roast chicken.

Seeing that he was eating very deliciously, Yu Changqing wanted to taste it, but he didn't want to be blocked by Da Zhuang just as he stretched out his hand.

Da Zhuang protected the plate with both hands, and said vigilantly, "What are you doing? You agreed to make it for me."

Seeing him looking like a puppy protecting the food, Yu Changqing laughed softly and said softly, "Okay, you eat."

Only then did Da Zhuang put down one hand, picked up the chicken leg and continued to chew.

Yu Changqing was sitting at the table, with a gentle smile on his face, watching his Taoist companion eat.

The wind is bright and the air is clear, and my Taoist couple is eating the spiritual food made by myself, and the years are quiet and peaceful.

Yu Changqing suddenly understood why Da Zhuang was so keen on making spiritual food for him. It turned out that watching the food he made was eaten by his sweetheart was such a happy thing.