Yuanshin: A big gift every week

Time passed in a hurry, and soon it was noon.

Xiangling was in a good mood to cook herself, and got a lot of ingredients and pots from Fengqing, and she cooked delicious dishes under the maple tree to reward everyone.

"Xiangling still has the strength to cook, I'm so tired."

Paimon straightened her limbs in the air, which made her feel more comfortable.

But she didn't do anything this morning, she just directed Yingmei to go here and there, but now she said that she was very tired.

"Pimon, you are not allowed to say you are tired, you know?"

The people who were really tired were Fengqing, Yingmei, and Noelle who were resting cross-legged on the exposed tree roots.

Paimon is pure paddling.

Because there are dead ends everywhere in the ruins, even if you can fly, it will consume a lot of your physical strength, and there are still some Qiuqiu people, slimes, and abyss mages in the building to interfere and block the way , Tiring people to cope.

After Fengqing rested for a while, he came to Xiangling who was cooking in a few steps.

"Do you need help? Xiangling, there are still a few dishes that haven't been cooked?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes turned from the pot to the...crust under the pot.

Yes, crispy rice, Xiangling uses a pollution-free and firewood-free fire method.

That is to feed a large amount of Jueyun pepper to the rice crust to help breathe out the fire, and Xiangling holds the spatula and stands in the opposite direction to control the temperature.

"No need, Fengqing, just sit down and rest. You have worked the most in these two hours. I left you a big chicken leg."

While shaking the spoon, Xiangling responded to Fengqing's kindness:

"The flame of the crispy rice is too big, it's hard to control the temperature of the oil, Fengqing, you should go and rest."

After she finished speaking, she swiftly put the dinner plate upside down in the pot, and then flipped the pot. The dish was ready, and she put the dinner plate on the small stool for preparation.

"Then, rice cracker... it is still so small, and it sprays so many flames, will it cause any harm to its body?"

Ever since Xiangling started to burn the oil, the rice cooker has been spraying flames without stopping, and there are still rows of Jueyun peppers on the ground waiting for the rice cooker to be fed into the mouth.

"It doesn't matter, the crispy rice is its favorite food, Jueyun chili pepper. It eats it every day, and if it can't eat a single meal, it will panic... Let me tell you, Fengqing, the crispy rice, it is wise. "

Xiang Ling leaned close to Feng Qing's ear, said this softly, and then quickly went back to cook the last dish at noon.

This is the first time she has been so close to a member of the opposite sex.

quite meaningful.

Chapter 330 Six: Want to eat crispy rice (ask for tickets and flowers)

"Have intelligence?"

Feng Qing stared fixedly at the pot under the pot, which was spewing flames from its mouth.

No matter how he looked at it, he could only see that there was an extraordinary power in Guoba's body.

That is to say, there are many, many "time origins" in its body, which are similar to the demon god Oser, not mortal things.

But then again, if you want to say that it has intelligence, through these two days of observation, Feng Qing feels that the rice crust only has the instinct of eating and walking, of course, it does not necessarily only have instinct.

"Could it be that the rice cake only communicates with you alone? Or the way you communicate, we can't understand, let alone understand?"

While frying bamboo shoots, Xiang Ling nodded in response to Feng Qing's question:

"No, Guoba will also communicate with others, just like now, Guoba said that Jueyunjiaojiao is delicious, and he likes it very much."

From just now until now, Feng Qing has not seen or heard any movements or sounds made by the rice crust.

Some just eat, breathe fire, eat, and breathe fire again, but the direction it sits in is a little bit off.

'Is this telepathy? '

'Or is it that Xiangling and Fischer are the same - they both have the second disease? '

Fengqing began to become curious about the life experience of the rice crust, and it happened that Xiangling finished the last dish and put it on the dinner plate, and the rice crust also stopped breathing fire.

"Can I touch the rice crust? Because it looks so much like a teddy bear."

Xiang Ling, who was about to clean the pot with one hand, stopped and nodded in agreement:

"Hey, it turns out that you like crispy rice too, you can touch it, you can touch it, crispy rice won't be angry, as long as you don't bully it..."

"Bully?"

As soon as Feng Qing put his hand on the back of Guoba, he heard the meaning in Xiangling's words.

"Oh, it's not a big problem. It's just that there are a few children in Liyuegang. Seeing the cuteness of the rice crust, they want to bully and bully it, and then the rice crust subconsciously and passively spits out flames, scaring the children to tears. , called the parents over..."

Xiang Ling said it lightly, but Feng Qing realized from her expression that things might be worse.

"And then? What happened?"

Feng Qing felt that the fluff of the rice crust was very smooth, soft and warm to the touch, and he also confirmed that the huge power in the rice crust was indeed similar to the power of the sea demon god Oser...

"Ah, Guoba said that although you are very strange, but the strength to touch it is very comfortable, let you continue."

"?"

What I said, even if Feng Qing picked up the crispy rice and looked at it carefully, he still couldn't see the cause and effect of it.

So he had an idea, flipped his left hand, and conjured up the Dark Goddess Starry Sky Wand, wanting to explore the reality of the crispy rice.

"Feng Qing? The stick you're carrying is so unique, is it a fire stick?"

Xiangling first stacked the prepared dishes and put them together, and when she turned around, she saw the extra starry sky stick in Fengqing's hand.

She was silent for a few seconds, then looked at the stick and continued:

"Have the fire-burning sticks become so exquisite now? Wanmintang is still holding a dark-colored fire-burning stick... as long as it can be used."

A look that you want.

"...This thing...is not a fire stick, but a necessary tool to explore the identity of rice crust."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yingmei's side began to urge:

"Fengqing, are you doing well? We found a stone table nearby, which is just right to put the dinner plate on... Paimon is almost starving.

"Yes, yes, you can't starve Paimon's belly."

Sometimes Yingmei and Paimeng's personalities are similar to Ping, and they are both equally naive.

"Okay, it's ready, it'll be here soon."

After Xiangling stacked the dinner plates, she raised them to her head. As for the identity of the crispy rice that Feng Qing said, she said that she didn't have any problem knowing it.

Just being with her is enough.

Feng Qing didn't think so.

He immediately took the star stick in his left hand to his right hand, and quickly touched Guoba's back lightly.

under the maple tree,

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Feng Qing first closed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling the information of the crust, then opened them suddenly, and said:

"I see, that's how it is, no wonder the rice crust makes me think it's a demon god, it turns out it's really..."

There is not much information that the Dark Goddess Star Stick can give, but:

, Kitchen God,

, Demon God,

'Stove Devil'

'Maxius'

It is enough for Feng Qing to understand that this cute pet is a demon god.

"Demon God."

Feng Qing was holding the crispy rice in both hands, but he was in a complicated mood.

The main reason is that this demon god can't eat it, and eating Xiangling will make him very sad.

Otherwise, he can treat rice crust as emergency food.

.......ask for flowers oooo

Feng Qing, who was holding the crispy rice, walked from the maple tree to where the girls are now.

In fact, the distance is not far, just walk to the right for more than 30 meters.

The table Yingmei and the others were looking for was actually called a stone platform, and Paimon said it was moved out of the ruins on the right without a ceiling.

After being thrown into the shallow pond by Noelle and washed several times, it was put here.

The stone platform is full of delicious food exuding heat.

Because of the hot weather, the temperature of the food will not drop too fast.

After Fengqing handed the crispy rice back to Xiangling, he took out a few wooden stools from the space bar and placed them neatly, it was not convenient to eat standing up.

"Is there anything in the ruins over there?"

Feng Qing casually picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into the bowl, then pointed to the dilapidated ruins in front of him and asked.

"No, it's just a few Qiuqiu people and two abyss mages who are more difficult. The rest are some leftover buildings, such as lotus leaf ponds, carvings, and unclear characters."

Yingmei also looked hungry. After all, she and Noelle had exhausted too much energy. When she finished speaking, she stretched out her arm holding the chopsticks and continued to eat meat and vegetables.

She needs to replenish her physical strength quickly, because she has been a 'salted fish' in the house for too long, and her physical fitness has deteriorated a bit. Now this is the right time to practice herself.

"Unclear text? What does it look like?"

In Fengqing's impression, he has very few memories of Lingjuguan.

"Master, there are three strange words written in a hurry. On a wall, they look like the unique words on Xumi's side. If Miss Lisa is here, she may know what they mean."

When Noelle was helping with things in the Knight Order, he often dealt with the words written by Miss Lisa.

She could see the peculiarities in the words through the lines.

"Then... after lunch, take me to look at those three words."

Feng Qing rubbed his forehead, he really couldn't think of the 'text' thing.

And Xiangling, while feeding the food to the crispy rice, said with a smile:

"Are the dishes I cook to your liking? Although I'm not as good as Feng Qing's cooking skills, I won't be depressed, and try my best to cook delicious things for everyone... By the way, do you want to try fried butterflies? Look here are some crystal butterflies that can be caught..." Knife.

Chapter 330 Seven: The Shocked Rice Crust (asking for tickets and flowers)

"Fried oo? Butterfly, what kind of strange recipe is that? Is it really edible?"

"Hmm, this is a dish I created by myself. Even the crispy rice is good after eating it. It happens that there are some blue butterflies flying in the shallow pond here. Why don't I grab a few of them and fry them for everyone to taste. taste."

Faced with Paimon's question, Xiangling stood up very excitedly, wanting to cook a dish beyond imagination, unprecedented and unprecedented.

Noelle and Yingmei who were sitting next to her were so frightened that they all stopped.

"No, no, it's enough. There are so many dishes on the table now, and I can't finish them later. I'm afraid it will be wasted."

What Yingmei said, Paimeng's stomach must be the first to not believe it, but now she only cares about eating and dare not take Xiangling's words anymore.

In this regard, Xiangling expressed some frustration:

"Ah, this, don't you really want to try it? It's Miss Xin, who often goes to Wanmin "[-]" Hall for supper in the middle of the night, no matter what kind of new cuisine,

She dares to use chopsticks, she must like my cooking. "

"Xin Jue? Who is she?"

Yingmei and Noelle looked at each other, it was the first time they heard this name, it must be a girl, and anyone who dared to eat fried butterflies must be a ruthless person.

Feng Qing and Pai Meng, who were sitting opposite Xiangling, ate their lunch in silence.

The former was thinking about the Devil God Crusher, while the latter was tempted by the delicious food.

"Xin Qi, she is a very powerful person in Liyue Port. She said that she devoted herself to the cause of art. What kind of...o shake stock art is a pioneer practitioner, er...? She said this, I don't know exactly."

"Pfft-"

Feng Qing choked on the dish, and hurriedly took soup to relieve it.

"Eat slowly, Fengqing."

"Don't worry, master."