The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

"Which of you is going?" Tushan

Susu looked at the trembling one person and one demon with a smile, and his little face showed a look of expectation!

Miss Su Su, there are ready-made green onions in the kitchen, there is no need to go out to find them, the small ones will go to prepare the materials~"

The human-faced lion pulled his ears, obediently curled up to the corner of the wall and squatted, leaving only a strong and burly back for Bai Qiye.

Bai

Qiye would not care, but just pinched his nose tightly, and there was a strong burning sensation in his lungs. The whole kitchen has been filled with the sour and pungent smell of green onions, thick as fog

! It just made him have a deeper understanding of the quality of green onions in this world, which is obviously a living onion!

Bai Qiye has clarified his positioning, and is a potential stock that inspires him to become the chef of Tushan Hou, and he is even more convinced that it is impossible to peel onions in this life.

So

he is busy chopping firewood now!

After a while, a pink-clothed girl with "Ah Hu~" stood quietly next to the young man with red eyes.

Out of the temple-level pursuit of art, Bai Qiye chose the shiny and sharp kitchen knife in the kitchen to chop wood.

The cold blade plunged into the wood, followed the texture, and the barrel-thick log stake cracked in response.

With a little golden eyes, they could always appear in Bai Qiye's mind. It happens that in the process of swinging the knife down, speed, power, angle, focus point, force time...

As if it had been planned in advance, like the inertial guidance of a missile, the split two pieces of wood were the same, the size and shape were more like the product of the inside and outside of the mirror.

Bai

Qiye realized after realizing that this was his golden finger? Eyes glowing with a mysterious golden light, except that they could be used as a flashlight at night,

were actually golden fingers!

[Wood species: Golden silk nan. The gold wire comes out of the deep stream, the wood grain has gold wire, and the nanmu is beautiful.

The texture is tough, the texture is fine, and the wood is fragrant.

There are four levels: ordinary grade, fine grade, excellent grade and treasure.

The young man closed his eyes, reached out and gently stroked the split smooth section, like touching silk, and the girl's skin, delicate and smooth, smelled carefully, and a vague fragrance came to his face.

Before crossing over, he thought that if he could sleep in a large coffin of golden silk nan wood in this life, he should be content.

The teenager who was in his youth, just lived in a cold, damp, dark and lonely basement, and sighed his greatest hope when he was about to die. The world says that young people should rise up, just like the moon in the world

, see the spring breeze is not happy, see the summer cicada is not annoying, see the autumn wind is not sad, see the winter snow without sighing, see the rich and lazy to perceive, see the unfair and dare not face it, just because they are teenagers.

But the white seven nights that really survived, every time I saw Na Linlin Mansion, no matter how brilliant the neon was, it seemed to have nothing to do with it. How can anyone who wanders in the darkness of the night hope for light and noise?

Like Bai Qiye, a forgotten person.

......

Bai Qiye, who slowly opened his eyes, looked at a beautiful and cute face before he met, his fox ears swayed slightly, a pair of green eyes, playful and cute, Bai Qiye hurriedly lowered his

head, pressing a trace of strangeness in the heart lake.

The movements of his hands became more and more proficient, and he kept swinging his knife and slashing at the golden silk nan stake. One point two, two points four....

After a while, a neat bundle of firewood was piled up on the ground. The size is different, there is no difference, even the chainsaw can not do the regularity and consistency, but it is completed by a glance and a knife.

Bai Qiye, who had eased up, felt more and more that Tu Shan was extremely corrupt. The best golden silk nanmu, the superb golden chrysanthemum cloud mixed pattern, actually used as firewood!

In this direction, if you can use the bitter tree for a meal, how extravagant would it be?

......

Under the gaze of those eyes that can drip water, Bai Qiye finally couldn't hold back, and said lightly:

"The most particular thing about the green onion bursting sea cucumber is the fire, if the fire is not available, the spicy aroma of the green onion cannot be combined with the freshness

of the sea cucumber, but the fire is too large, the high heat of the oil temperature will destroy the cell tissue of the sea cucumber, resulting in premature hydrolysis of collagen, and the green onion burst sea cucumber that comes out of this will be dull and tasteless, only pungent green onions, no 'umami' taste."

Therefore, I use homogenization of firewood and strict control of the burning heat of each wood to quantitatively control the oil temperature and the temperature that changes during the stir-frying process, so as to control the temperature to the greatest extent.

Firmly lock in the nutrients of fresh sea cucumbers, so that the color is not lost, the temperature is smooth, tender and juicy.

Tu Shan Susu: "⊙▽⊙..."

looked confused, just gluttonous crystal salivation, hanging at the corner of the mouth, dripping out a long line.

At

least the world has not changed much, Tushan Susu is still such a silly foodie, just a little more violence

! It still makes people feel quite smart and cute!

The human-faced big lion tightly clamped a handful of green onions with his hooves, like a monk, sobbing and saying:

"Seven nights~, you see enough green onions... Is that enough?" The

choked voice startled Bai Qiye, who subconsciously wanted to say something to peel off again, but he held it back abruptly.

Bai Qiye nodded.

The burly human-faced lion, his eyes were red at the moment, glowing with tears, his face was tear-stained, and the tip of his nose was red. A little daughter-in-law was wronged~

"Seven nights... Can you tell me more about your theory of homogeneous wood and controllable temperature?"

said the human-faced lion.

Bai Qiye: "... ? Do you know the Pythagorean theorem? It has nothing to do with this!" Bai Qiye

explained as he took the green onion and quickly turned around. Leave a dashing back.

It's not that Bai Qiye doesn't want to say it, mainly because he is afraid that the second time and the first time will not be consistent, who has ever seen nonsense can repeat the second time?

The ring-haired big pink monster returned, carrying the wet six-handed blue devil, who stretched out his tongue and gasped, but his eyes were dim and lost his soul, and he was loveless....

Tushan Susu forgot about the sea cucumber at all, and immediately rushed to the six-handed blue devil, carefully removed the sea crab that clamped his toes, and

hurriedly ran to the water tank, for fear that the crab would die of thirst~

Bai Qiye frowned, took off the sea cucumber held in the palm of the six-handed blue devil one by one, and put it in a clay pot.

Sticky and slippery ~

but there are twelve

! The six-handed blue devil is very reliable, said six, and actually caught twice as much!

But the monster is also too sincere, said to grab with hands, and I don't know how to pack it in a bag

, look at this sea cucumber, all foam. I don't know if it will affect the quality.

......

When night falls, the territory of Tushan is quiet~

The white moon that rises slowly shines on the red-clothed body on the top of the kitchen behind Tushan, like a mythical god

, peerless and captivating!"

"Fourth young lady wow! We have windproof lighter drops

, but you have to use newly learned spells to make fire, but what do you have to use water summoning, this firewood! It's all wet, how to make a fire?...

Tushan Susu pouted:

"Master Huan Mao doesn't allow you to murder me, the wood is Bai Qiye Chopper ~ split, you didn't make a force, it's a big deal to split hard

..." Bai Qiye: "..." The

bitter leaf pinched in his hand, loosened and released, a line in his eyes, golden color, bright and uncertain......