Chapter 815 Sit Down and Drink Tea

If you say this, no one will believe it.

For the first time, Han Fei felt that cooking was quite difficult.

The oil in the cauldron was already boiling. Han Fei wrapped the carp in flour and shook off the excess flour. Put the carp into the oil pan and prepare to fry it. The skin is fried until it is crispy. Let it be cooked for a while.

As a result, the fish was put into the pan and fried for half a day. The flour became dry while the skin and flesh of the fish were still tender and tender. Where does this look look familiar? It's obviously raw meat!

Han Fei scratched his head, this is going too far! I am the number one chef at the Thug Academy, and now I can't even cook a single fish? What are you kidding?

Immediately, Han Fei's face turned ruthless: I won't blow up, can I use spiritual energy to refine it?

This time, Han Fei used the top-grade "Spiritual Fire Change", and when the spiritual fire burst out, the fish immediately began to ripen.

With a thought in Han Fei's mind, the fish oil boiling in the pot flew up into the air, covering the eight-tailed golden carp, allowing the fish oil to seep into the fish meat and explode in the air.

After a while, the garlic in the pot was fragrant, the sweet and sour was poured, the water was simmered, some strawberry juice was made, and it was stirred into the pot. For a while, even the middle-aged man, who was extremely calm from beginning to end, couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand and quietly watched Han Fei cooking in mid-air.

This meal is done.

Han Fei took a deep breath and said, "What is that? This dragon, why don't you do it next time? It's a bit laborious."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, and finally put down the pen in his hand. With one move with one hand, a long table flew to the river.

The middle-aged man took a look at the sweet and sour carp that Han Fei made, sniffed it first, then nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Sit down and eat."

In Han Fei's heart, it seemed that ten thousand tsunami jellyfish were roaring: so satisfied, it seems that there is another meal!

However, Han Fei had never eaten such a high-end food, so he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Before eating, he glanced at the middle-aged man. This person's face is quite handsome, and his face is also very gentle, quite scholarly, always with a faint smile.

The man picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, his eyes flashed a little, but his expression didn't change much.

As if knowing that Han Fei was staring at him, the man raised his eyes and looked at Han Fei: "Concentrate on eating."

Han Fei hummed, and put a piece of fish into his mouth. Immediately, a strong fragrance bloomed in the taste buds. The taste is not greasy, and the fish is fragrant and tender, just like freshly made soft tofu...

High-end goods, of course, can't be bad. However, after taking a bite of fish, Han Fei's mind became much clearer.

a chopstick.

Two chopsticks.

...

After eating about half a catty of meat, Han Fei seemed to freeze. He propped up the table with one hand and the chopsticks in the other. However, the eyes are fixed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei indifferently, and continued to eat without saying a word.

I don't know how long it has been.

Han Fei seemed to recall many past events, including the first time he learned to stick, was beaten for the first time, fished for the first time, and used a knife for the first time... The past images in his mind were spinning rapidly.

And every time he recalled it, Han Fei suddenly realized that there were many problems.

It turned out that the force of the stick should be like this.

It turns out that the knife should be cut like this, which can make the most powerful and sharpest.

It turns out that the spirit gathering technique should be used like this.

It turns out that formations can actually be drawn in this way.

When Han Fei opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing on the table, only himself sitting there holding up his chopsticks.

He subconsciously looked back and found that the middle-aged man had already been writing there.

Han Fei asked subconsciously, "Have you finished eating?"

The middle-aged man said without raising his head, "I finished eating yesterday."

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei took a deep breath: "Yesterday?"

The middle-aged man said softly: "In three hours, it will be time for dinner. If you are busy for a while, go cook!"

"ah?"

Han Fei was stunned: Is it time for dinner again?

Han Fei asked weakly: "How long does it take for us to eat?"

The middle-aged man responded lightly: "12 hours."

Han Fei was dumbfounded: What the hell did I eat for 18 hours?

Han Fei suddenly gasped. Without further ado, he ran to his homestead and built a house.

He built a single-story American-style garden house with a traditional triangular roof, with columns supporting the surrounding triangular roof structure, and adding fences between the columns so that the columns would not look obtrusive...

Two hours later, Han Fei just opened the window, only to hear the gentle voice of the middle-aged man: "It's almost dinner time, it's time to cook."

Han Fei: "..."

After a while, Han Fei looked at the Milong horn and found the cause of its death. It was a round hole in the head, which seemed to be stabbed to death with a finger.

Han Fei took a breath: how do you eat this thing? No experience!

Han Fei glanced at the middle-aged man, who said indifferently: "Cut off the dragon's horns, pull out the dragon's tendons and bones, take out the dragon's liver and gentian, shave off the dragon's scales, don't eat the dragon's head, chop it off. The rest is up to you Let's do it!"

Han Fei's heart skipped a beat: I can figure it out? This thing is full of treasures, if you don't want it, I will take it all.

This time, it was a bit difficult for Han Fei to use the Qiankun Sword. After all, the Qiankun Sword hadn't recognized its owner yet, so it was a bit immobile. The main reason is that it is a troublesome thing to pull out the dragon's tendons and bones.

Han Fei worked for more than half an hour before he roughly cleaned up this thing. He tried to cut off the horn of the Milong, but after a long time of tossing, he couldn't cut it off.

"Forget it, forget it, anyway, I don't need the dragon head, I'll put it in the refining world first. As for the dragon meat..."

Han Fei thought for a moment: "Forget it, I don't have any experience in eating it for the first time, so I have braised dragon meat, dragon meat fire, and sliced ​​dragon meat. Well, there are only three, which is almost enough... Forget it, let's have another sauce Dragon meat."

After a while, the middle-aged man saw the flames of aura rising into the sky above the sky by the river, seasoning was being made in the pot, and dragon meat was roasting in the sky.

Fortunately, no one saw this scene.

Otherwise, Han Fei felt that he might be beaten to death by others.

Dragon! Although it is not a real dragon, it has a trace of dragon blood! Han Fei couldn't bear to make so many dragon meat dishes in such a flashy way?

But after thinking about it, Han Fei was also happy. With the dragon tendons, the materials for practicing "Divine Control Technique" are available.

Even the fishing rod can be upgraded. This keel is much stronger than the Bihaiyou keel that has been dead for so many years, it is really a good thing!

After the meal time, an hour later.

The two sat on the table by the river, the middle-aged man picked up a piece of skin dragon meat, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in his mouth.

When it was over, the middle-aged man successively picked up a piece of braised dragon meat, a piece of dragon meat fried in sauce, and finally grabbed a piece of dragon meat and burned it.

Han Fei held a dragon meat on fire and looked at the middle-aged man. After a long time, the middle-aged man responded lightly: "Yes, but this is a bit too boring."

Middle-aged people refer to braised dragon meat.

Confused for a moment, Han Fei picked up a piece of braised dragon meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt the energy pouring into his body, and his blood suddenly surged.

Forcibly suppressing the throbbing, Han Fei stuffed it into his mouth desperately, what is the smell? What a delicious dragon meat! If you don't eat it, I still want to eat it.

It's a pity that Han Fei only ate five or six catties, and his skin was already flushed, panting like fire. Opening his mouth, he found a flame, which sprayed out from his mouth.

The middle-aged man gave Han Fei a disgusted look: "When eating, if you really want to gasp for breath, you should turn your head to pant first."

Han Fei's eyes were red: What are you panting for? I'm panting? I'm so hot.

Immediately, Han Fei left his seat and ran to the river. With a thought, balls of river water poured down his head.

"No! You have to practice, practice "108 Desolate God Body", practice in the river."

"Plop!"

I saw Han Fei jumping into the river, posing in various weird poses. The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in the water from time to time while holding a piece of dragon meat.

When Han Fei completed the 108 poses, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly.

When squinting, Han Fei didn't notice that the middle-aged man pinched his fingers, as if he was calculating something.

This time, Han Fei didn't sit still for a day. Although the dragon meat is very powerful, the Rage God's body is also very powerful. It only took two hours to calm down the tumbling qi and blood.

However, at this time, the middle-aged man said lightly: "It's time to sleep."

Han Fei was speechless: I haven't made my bed yet, so I'm going to sleep now?

Han Fei couldn't help muttering a few times: sleep, sleep, where is sleep?

When it was over, he really ran to his unfinished small house, looked at the wooden boards all over the floor, and suddenly took out a six-meter-large shell from the sea swallowing shell, and used the technique of water control to crush the clam meat. The water was drained, and he lay down directly in the clam shell, and began to sleep.

Not to mention, Han Fei couldn't remember, when was the last time he slept?

Although, practitioners do not need to sleep. However, eating and sleeping are the blessings of life. The happiness of ordinary people is not easy for practitioners.

This time, Han Fei slept soundly until he heard the sound of rain.

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei opened his eyes with a dazed look on his face: This is a secret place! There is no day, where is the rain coming from? Are you fucking kidding me?

Han Fei quickly got up and walked out of the house. Sure enough, I saw light rain falling.

Then, he saw the middle-aged man sitting in front of a bluestone, holding a teacup in his hand, and mist rose from the cup. But within 10 meters near the stone platform, there was no rain.

On the bluestone table, there was a teapot, and there was a teacup opposite. Han Fei was stunned: Is this for himself?

Sure enough, the middle-aged man didn't even look back, and said lightly: "Sit down and drink tea."

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