No one would believe him if he told others about this.
For the first time, Han Fei felt that cooking was quite difficult.
The oil in the pot was already boiling. Han Fei wrapped the carp with flour and shook off the excess flour. He placed the carp into the wok of oil and prepared to fry it until its skin was crispy. He wanted to let it cook a little before doing anything else.
However, after the fish was fried for a long time, the flour was dried, and the fish skin and meat were still pink and tender. It didn't look like it was cooked at all. It was clearly raw meat!
Han Fei scratched his head. That's too much! I'm the best chef of the Thug Academy, but I can't even make a fish now? Are you kidding me?
Immediately, Han Fei made up his mind. I won't fry it anymore. Can't I refine it with spiritual energy?
This time, Han Fei used the heaven-level, high-quality Spiritual Fire Variation. When the spiritual fire popped up, the fish meat immediately began to ripen.
With a thought from Han Fei, the boiling fish oil in the pot flew up and enveloped the eight-tailed golden carp, letting the fish oil penetrate into the fish meat and fry it in midair.
A moment later, the fragrance of garlic filled the pot. He poured the sweet and sour oil into the pot, stewed it with water, and mixed some strawberry juice into the pot. For a moment, even the middle-aged man who had been calm the whole time couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand and watched Han Fei cooking in midair quietly.
After finishing the meal.
Han Fei took a breath and said, "Well? Should I cook this flood dragon for the next meal? It's a bit difficult. "
The middle-aged man nodded slightly and finally put down the pen in his hand. He waved his hand, and a long table flew to the riverside.
The middle-aged man glanced at the sweet and sour carp Han Fei made, sniffed it, and nodded slightly with a smile. "Sit down and eat."
Han Fei felt that ten thousand Tsunami Jellyfish were roaring in his heart. Since you're so satisfied, it seems that there will be another meal!
However, Han Fei had never eaten such a fancy food before, and he couldn't help but be tempted.
Before he ate, he glanced at the middle-aged man. This person was quite handsome and had a gentle face. He had the air of a scholar and always had a faint smile on his face.
This person picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. A strange light flashed in his eyes, but his expression didn't change much.
As if sensing that Han Fei was staring at him, the man raised his eyes and looked at Han Fei. "Focus on your food."
Han Fei grunted and also put a piece of fish into his mouth. Immediately, a rich fragrance blossomed among his taste buds. It was not greasy, and the fish was fragrant and tender like freshly made tofu …
High-grade goods naturally couldn't be inferior. However, after a mouthful of fish, Han Fei's head became much clearer.
One chopstick.
Two chopsticks.
…
After eating about half a catty of meat, Han Fei seemed to be frozen. He put one hand on the table and held the chopsticks with the other. However, his eyes were fixed.
The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei casually and continued to eat without saying anything.
After an unknown period of time.
Han Fei seemed to recall a lot of things in the past. He remembered the first time he learned how to use a rod, the first time he was beaten, the first time he fished, the first time he used a knife … Pictures of the past flashed quickly in his head.
But every time he recalled it, Han Fei suddenly felt that there were many problems.
It turned out that the force of a rod should be exerted in this way.
It turned out that a knife should be hacked in this way, so that it could exert the most force and be the sharpest.
It turned out that the Spirit Concentration Art should be used in this way.
It turned out that arrays could actually be drawn in this way.
When Han Fei opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing on the table except for himself, who was sitting there holding the chopsticks.
He subconsciously looked back, only to find that the middle-aged man had already been writing there.
Han Fei subconsciously asked, "Have you finished eating?"
The middle-aged man said without raising his head, "I finished eating yesterday."
Han Fei: "???"
Han Fei immediately gasped. "Yesterday?"
The middle-aged man said softly, "It'll be dinner time in another six hours. You can go cook after you finish your work! "
"Huh?"
Han Fei was stunned. It's dinner time again?
Han Fei asked timidly, "How long is the interval between meals here?"
The middle-aged man replied casually, "Twelve hours."
Han Fei was dumbfounded. Damn it, it took me eighteen hours to have a meal?
Han Fei immediately gasped. Without hesitation, he ran to his homestead and began to build a house.
He was building a single-story, American-style garden house with a traditional triangular roof. The triangular roof structure was supported by pillars, and a fence was added between the pillars so that the pillars would not look out of place …
Two hours later, Han Fei opened the window, only to hear the middle-aged man's gentle voice. "It's almost dinner time. It's time to cook."
Han Fei: "…"
A moment later, Han Fei looked at the horns of the Mystifying Dragon and found the cause of its death. There was a round hole in its head, which seemed to have been stabbed to death by a finger.
Han Fei took a deep breath. How can I eat this thing? I don't have any experience!
Han Fei glanced at the middle-aged man, and the latter said casually, "Cut off the dragon's horns, extract the dragon bones, remove the dragon liver, and remove the dragon scales. If you don't eat the dragon head, chop it off. As for the rest, do as you see fit! "
Han Fei was intrigued. Up to me? This thing is full of treasures. If you don't want it, I'll take it all.
This time, Han Fei found it difficult to use the Cosmic Sword. After all, the Cosmic Sword hadn't recognized him as its master yet. The main reason was that extracting the dragon bones and tendons was quite troublesome.
It took Han Fei more than half an hour to roughly clean up this thing. He tried to cut off the Mystifying Dragon's horns, but after a long time, he failed.
"Forget it. Anyway, I don't want the dragon head. I'll put it into Forge the Universe first. As for the dragon meat … "
Han Fei thought for a moment. "Forget it. I don't have any experience. I'll make braised dragon meat, roasted dragon meat, and sliced dragon meat. Well, just three. That's enough … Forget it. Let's have some fried dragon meat. "
A moment later, the middle-aged man saw spiritual energy flames soaring into the sky above the river, seasoning in the pot, and roasting dragon meat in the sky.
Fortunately, no one saw this scene.
Otherwise, Han Fei felt that he might have been beaten to death by the crowd.
Dragon! Although it was not a real dragon, it had a trace of dragon bloodline! Even Han Fei couldn't bear to make so many fancy dragon dishes.
But on second thought, Han Fei was quite happy. He had dragon tendons, and he had materials for the Divine Manipulation Technique.
He could even upgrade his fishing rod. The dragon bones were much stronger than the bones of the Blue Sea Wandering Dragon that had been dead for many years. They were really good stuff!
It was two hours past mealtime.
The two of them sat at a table by the river. The middle-aged man picked up slices of dragon meat, dipped them in vinegar, and put them into his mouth.
Then, the middle-aged man picked up a piece of braised dragon meat, a piece of fried dragon meat, and a piece of fried dragon meat.
Han Fei held a piece of fried dragon meat in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man. After a long time, the middle-aged man responded casually, "Not bad, but it's a bit too greasy."
The middle-aged man was referring to the braised dragon meat.
Han Fei was confused. He picked up a piece of braised dragon meat and stuffed it into his mouth, only to feel that energy surged into his body and his blood surged.
Forcibly suppressing the throbbing, Han Fei stuffed it into his mouth. Greasy? What? What delicious dragon meat! Even if you don't eat it, I still want to eat it.
Unfortunately, Han Fei's skin was already red and he breathed as if he were breathing fire after eating only five kilograms. He opened his mouth, only to see flames spurting out of it.
The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei in disdain. "If you really want to breathe heavily during your meal, turn your head to the side and breathe."
Han Fei's eyes were all red. What am I panting for? I'm so hot!
Immediately, Han Fei left his seat and ran to the river. With a thought, he poured water from the river over his head.
"No! I have to cultivate. I have to cultivate the 108 Desolate God Body in the river. "
Plop!
Han Fei jumped into the river and made all kinds of weird postures. While picking up a piece of dragon meat, the middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in the water now and then.
After Han Fei completed the 108 postures, the middle-aged man slightly narrowed his eyes.
When he narrowed his eyes, Han Fei didn't notice that the middle-aged man seemed to be calculating something with his fingers.
This time, Han Fei didn't sit for a whole day. Although the dragon meat was very powerful, so was the Desolate God Body. In just four hours, he managed to calm his surging blood and Qi.
However, at this moment, the middle-aged man said casually, "You can sleep now."
Han Fei was speechless. My bed hasn't been made yet, and I'm going to sleep already?
Han Fei couldn't help but murmur, Just sleep, sleep wherever I sleep.
Then he really ran to his unfinished house, looked at the wooden planks on the ground, and suddenly took out a shell more than six meters long from his Sea Swallowing Seashell. He drained the water in the mussel with the Water Control Technique, lay directly in the shell, and began to sleep.
Han Fei couldn't remember the last time he had a good sleep.
Although cultivators didn't need to sleep … Eating and sleeping were the blessings of life. The happiness of ordinary people was not easy for cultivators.
Han Fei slept quite soundly until he heard the patter of rain.
Han Fei: "???"
Han Fei opened his eyes, stunned. This is a treasure trove! There's no sky. Where did the rain come from? Are you f * cking kidding me?
Han Fei quickly got up and walked out of the house. Sure enough, a light drizzle started to fall.
Then, he saw the middle-aged man sitting in front of a green stone, holding a teacup in his hand, from which steam was rising. Within 10 meters of the stone platform, there was no rain.
On the stone platform, there was a teapot, and there was a teacup on the opposite side. Han Fei was stunned to see this. Was this prepared for him?
Sure enough, the middle-aged man didn't even look back but said casually, "Sit down and have some tea."
Second update … Asking for votes …
(End of this chapter)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
