God of Fishing

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This is to say, no one can believe it.

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

The oil in the cauldron has boiled. Han Fei wrapped the carp in flour and shook off the extra flour. Put the carp in a frying pan, prepare to fry it, fry its skin crispy, and let it fry a little bit.

As a result, the fish was fried in the pan for a long time, the flour was dried, and the fish skin and fish meat were still tender and tender. Where does this look look like? Obviously it is raw meat!

Han Fei scratched his head, so it was too much! The first chef of my dignified thug college, now I ca n’t even make a fish? What a joke?

Immediately, Han Fei looked ruthless: Lao Tzu wasn't fried, isn't it possible for Lao Tzu to use reiki?

This time, Han Fei used "Supernatural Fire", which is a top quality product. When the supernatural fire erupted, the fish immediately began to ripen.

When Han Fei was thinking, the fish oil in the pot volleyed in the air, and wrapped the eight-tailed gold carp in the air, allowing the fish oil to penetrate into the fish meat and explode in the air.

After a while, the garlic in the pot was striking, the sweet and sour was poured, the water was stewed, the strawberry juice was made, and the pot was stirred. For a while, even the middle-aged man who was very calm from beginning to end couldn't help putting down his pen and watching Han Fei quietly cooking in the air.

Finished the meal.

Han Fei took a breath and said, "What? What about this dragon? Why don't you do it at the next meal? It's a bit laborious."

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

The middle-aged man choked on the sweet and sour carp made by Han Fei, first smelled it with his nose, then nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Sit down and eat."

Han Fei's heart seemed to be screaming at 10,000 tsunami jellyfish: So satisfied, there seems to be another meal!

However, Han Fei had never eaten anything so tall and could not help but feel a little emotional.

Before eating, he also glanced at the middle-aged man. This person is quite handsome, his face is also very gentle, quite bookish, always with a little smile.

The man picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. There was a slight flash of color in his eyes, but his expression did not change much.

It seemed to know that Han Fei was staring at himself. The man looked up and looked at Han Fei: "Concentrate on eating."

Han Fei sang and picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. There was a strong fragrance blooming among the taste buds. The entrance was not greasy. The fish was fragrant and tender.

High-end goods are naturally impossible. However, Han Fei's mind became much clearer when a bite of fish fell into his stomach.

A chopstick.

Two chopsticks.

...

After eating about half a catty of meat, Han Fei seemed to settle down. He supported the table with one hand and chopsticks with one hand. But his eyes were still.

The middle-aged man gave Han Fei a slight glance, didn't speak, and continued to eat.

I don't know how long.

Han Fei seemed to remember a lot of past events, remembering the first school stick, being beaten for the first time, fishing for the first time, using a knife for the first time ... The past pictures in his mind were moving fast.

Every time I recalled, Han Fei suddenly noticed that there were many problems.

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

It turned out that the knife should be chopped in this way, which can make the most intensity and sharpest.

It turned out that Spiritualization should be used this way.

It turns out that the matrix method can actually be drawn like this.

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

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

Han Fei asked subconsciously: "You're done?"

The middle-aged man said without raising his head, "It was finished yesterday."

Han Fei: "?????"

Han Fei suddenly took a breath: "Yesterday?"

The middle-aged man said softly: "It's time to eat in three more hours. If you're a little busy, just go cook!"

"what?"

Han Fei immediately hesitated: It's time for dinner again?

Han Fei weak and weak asked: "Let's go, how long is the meal?"

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

Han Fei's dumbfounded: Why did I have a meal for 18 hours?

Han Fei suddenly took a breath. To say nothing, ran to his homestead and build a house.

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

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

Han Fei: "..."

After a moment, Han Fei looked at the dragon horn and found the fatal cause of it. It was a round hole in his head, which seemed to be poked to death by a finger.

Han Fei took a breath: How do you eat this stuff? No experience!

Han Fei stung the middle-aged man, who said lightly: "Cut off the dragon horns, take out the dragon keel, take out the dragon liver gentian, shave the dragon scales, do not eat the dragon head, chop off. Others, you see Do it! "

Han Fei's heart moved: I take care of it? This stuff is full of treasures, don't you, I can take it all.

This time, Han Fei had a hard time using Qiankun Sword. After all, Qiankun Sword didn't recognize the Lord, and it was a bit immobilized. Mainly, it is a troublesome task to draw the keel.

Han Fei worked for more than half an hour before clearing up this stuff. He tried to chop the Dragon Horn, but tossed for a long time without moving it.

"Forget it, forget it anyway, I don't want the dragon head anymore, I'll plug it into the refining world first. As for dragon meat ..."

Han Fei pondered for a moment: "Forget it, I have no experience eating for the first time, get braised dragon meat, dragon meat fire, slice skin dragon meat. Well, just three, almost enough ... forget it, let ’s have another sauce Dragon meat. "

After a while, the middle-aged person saw the sky above the river, the aura flame rising into the sky, the seasoning in the pot, and the dragon roasted in the sky.

Thanks to this scene, no one saw it.

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

Dragon! Although not a real dragon, there is a trace of dragon blood! Han Fei couldn't bear to have so many dragon meat dishes?

But after thinking about it, Han Fei was also happy. Dragon muscles are available, and materials for practicing "God Control" are available.

Even fishing rods can be upgraded. This keel is stronger than the Bihaiyou keel that has died for many years. I do n’t know how much. It is really a good thing!

After dinner, an hour later.

Two people were sitting on a table by the river, and the middle-aged man picked up a piece of dragon skin, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in his mouth.

After that, the middle-aged person picked up a piece of braised dragon meat, a piece of sauce burst the dragon meat, and finally caught a dragon meat and burned it.

Han Fei held a dragon meat in his hands and looked at the middle-aged man. After half a day, the middle-aged man responded faintly: "Yes, this is a bit too greasy."

Middle-aged people refer to braised dragon meat.

Han Fei was puzzled a bit, picking up a piece of braised dragon meat and stuffing it into his mouth, only feeling the rolling energy into his body, his blood suddenly surged.

Forced to suppress this throbbing, Han Fei desperately put his mouth in his mouth, what kind of greasy taste? What a delicious dragon meat! If you do n’t eat, I have to eat it.

Unfortunately, Han Fei only ate five or six kilograms, and the entire person's skin even became red, panting like a fire. When I opened my mouth, I saw a flame, which spewed out of my mouth.

The middle-aged man gave Han Fei a disapproval glance: "When I was eating, I really wanted to take a big breath, so I turned my head over and panted."

Han Fei's eyes are red: what is it? I'm gasping? I'm all dead.

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

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

"Tongtong!"

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

After Han Fei completed those 108 poses, the middle-aged man squinted his eyes a little bit.

This time, Han Fei didn't sit for a day. Although the dragon meat is very powerful, the desolate body is also very powerful. It only took two hours to calm down this tumble of blood.

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

Han Fei is speechless: I have n’t made a bed yet, so I ’m sleeping now?

Han Fei couldn't help whispering a few times: sleep, sleep, where isn't it?

After that, he really ran to his unfinished hut, looked at the wooden boards all over the ground, and suddenly took a six-meter-long shell from the swallowing sea berry. The water drained, lay directly in the mussel shell, and began to sleep.

Not to mention, Han Fei can'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.

With this feeling, Han Fei slept quite solidly, until he heard the sound of rain from Li Lili.

Han Fei: "?????"

Han Fei opened his eyes with a stern look: This secret place! No rain this day, where's the rain? Are you kidding me?

Han Fei quickly got up and walked outside. Sure enough, I saw a light rain falling.

Then he saw the middle-aged man sitting in front of a side of bluestone, holding a tea cup in his hand, and water mist rising from the cup. There was no rain within 10 meters of Shitai.

On the countertop of Qingshi, there was a teapot, and there was a teacup across the side, which made Han Fei's face look wrong: This is for myself?

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

Secondly ... ask for a ticket ...

(End of this chapter)

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