She calmly turned her head and looked at Yufeng, "Yufeng, your muscles are very developed!" Yufeng scratched the back of her head in embarrassment and said shyly: "Today's figure is also thanks to the prince's training for me, otherwise it would be like an ordinary servant..." She just wanted to throw it away, but it caused a flood. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and whispered lightly.

"What's wrong?" Yufeng heard her "shuffing" sound, and quickly glanced around with caution and asked in a low voice. She couldn't help but smiled awkwardly at Yufeng, who was alert, "It's okay! You're just Yufeng, you're a little timid... Be quiet! You need to be quiet..." Yufeng was stunned and couldn't help rolling his eyes at her.

"By the way! Take off your clothes!"

"Ah——" Yufeng looked at her busy back in shock, covered her chest with her hands and pleaded: "Youyou! I know I am handsome, but I can't betray the prince or the prince's mansion! Even if you get my body, you can't get my soul, my soul and body are..."

Yufeng spoke selflessly, and the three words "War King's Mansion" that came to his mouth were stuck in his throat under the kitchen knife that was coming towards him, and finally swallowed her stomach timidly under her serious eyes and shaking knife, and said voluntarily: "Youyou! If you have something to do, just say it! The prince said: 'A gentleman doesn't act', calm down..."

She snorted softly and sneered, "The prince also said: 'If you can do something, don't swear it'!"

Yu Feng smiled weakly, "Youyou, what you say is what you want! Can you not shake your knife in front of me? It is easy to negotiate innocently..."

She held the kitchen knife in her hand and turned around in front of Yufeng, "Since that's the case, are you doing whatever I say?"

Yufeng looked at the kitchen knife on his eyebrows, and didn't dare to move, and said softly: "Yes, yes, yes..." He was afraid of moving or rudely answering, frightened Le Youyou. When she slipped her hand, her handsome sword eyebrows were accidentally shaved off...

"Take off your clothes!"

"ah?"

"three--"

"Yuyou, I'm sorry to the prince for doing this..."

"two--"

"Yuyou..." Yufeng looked at the falling kitchen knife just stuck to the position of his eyebrows, Le Youyou's voice was even more terrifying than the devil's horn. He hugged his chest with tears in tears, "One--"

Yufeng suddenly stretched out his hands righteously and shouted at Le Youyou: "I'll take it off--" She wiped away the saliva from Yufeng's face, raised her eyebrows and looked at Yufeng with a few seconds to take off her upper body and left a sword vest, and said slowly: "Is it still hesitant?"

"Yuyou, I asked the last time, I really want to take it off? If I take it off, there is no way to save it..." Yufeng suddenly looked at Le Youyou worriedly, his eyes full of disappointment. She looked at him, who was disappointed and thoroughly, and nodded heavily.

Yufeng pursed his lips, his hands trembled and untied his vest and threw it in a corner. Then, the moment he slowly untied his belt, Le Youyou waved it with a knife, preventing Yufeng from further movements.

She tilted her head and finally understood why Yufeng was hesitant and asked again and again. She took a breath, took two small hammers out of the basket and stuffed them into Yufeng's hand, "Brush that big piece of pork belly into a meat paste!"

"Ah?" Yufeng looked at her with a confused look, but he followed the position where she pointed secretly - he saw a large piece of fat and thin pork belly lying quietly on the chopping board.

He turned around and looked at the two small hammers in his hand, and smiled foolishly, "So you, you want me to hammer the meat!"

"Well! Otherwise?" She placed the carved carrots in the middle of the plate, raised her head and looked at Yufeng with a silly face, and asked indifferently: "Yufeng! You don't think I'm interested in you, right?"

"No, no, no..." Yufeng shook his head quickly and quickly flashed to the chopping board money with a small hammer to hammer the pork belly. Suddenly, he found that the pork belly bounced back all his strength while the pork belly continued to lie on the chopping board without any injuries. "Yufeng, do you know your problem?"

She walked to Yufeng and took two small hammers in his hand, which he took with him, and turned around in his hand. While the small hammers were swimming in her hands like two swimming fish, one-quarter of the pork belly on the chopping board in front of her slowly turned into meat paste.

The originally distinctive pork belly became fat and melted into the lean flesh under her seemingly disorganized beat, and the fibers in the flesh were hammered by her.

As time slowly disappears, one-half of the pork belly turns into a big red and white meat paste in her hands. As her technique changes, she slowly hammers the fat meat of the pork belly into the lean meat, and slowly breaks down the fat oil into countless fat grains of rice grains and mixes it into the meat paste.

She put down the two small hammers in her hand, took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and turned to look at Yufeng, who was already fascinated, "Yufeng! Have you seen it clearly?"

Yufeng touched two small hammers and chopping boards and found that there was still heat in Shanghai between the two. He looked at Le Youyou curiously, holding the meat paste and beating in a big bowl, "Youyou! Have you learned martial arts?"

She was asked by Yufeng this question, and she frowned and hesitated for a while and said, "No! I learned everything I need to use for cooking.

For example, 鍚鍚 is what a master taught me, hand to eyes, eye to heart, heart to meat, three are integrated, and hammer to change unpredictable, making the force everywhere equal, so that good meat paste can be produced!”

Yufeng looked at her in a vague way, silently swung the two small hammers and slowly groped the truth she said. She turned around and threw the meat paste to a slight elasticity, then poured the chopped green onion and ginger into the meat paste, and then sprinkled it into the pepper powder, fine salt, and soy sauce that she had grind into powder before...

Then she softly put these things into the meat paste. After these things were fully distributed in the meat paste, she threw the meat paste hard again until the elasticity of the meat paste was greater than the first time. She divided a large ball of meat paste into meat balls of the same size and placed it on a steaming board, covered it with a white cloth and put it on the edge of the stove.

After she pulled the bellows and the flames that were slightly extinguished in the stove became larger, she placed the washed wok on the stove until the moment the wok was red, she poured the peanuts into the wok.

It is rare to make cold oil in hot pans, but this is also the authentic lion head method. She held a chopstick and tried the oil temperature. When the chopsticks bubbled slightly in the pan, she rolled the meatballs on the steaming plate into the oil pan in an orderly manner. The meatballs floated like interesting small balls in the oil pan and floated and drifted.

"Sizizi-"

The physical reaction of the meat paste in the oil pan was to fry at low temperature, but as time went by, the meatballs and oil were combined, and the meatballs were slowly fried to create a burnt aroma of meat. Then she picked the meatballs with chopsticks to make the meatballs fry more evenly on the other side.

The bloody meatballs slowly turned burnt golden, and she couldn't help but sniff. The smell of KFC and McDonald's flashed in her mind. She couldn't help but pick up the meatballs and put them aside to drain the oil, and threw the ramen she made in the morning into the oil pan.

"twitter--"

The noodles were put into the oil pan, and the boiling hot oil swallowed the Le noodles. The soft noodles were quickly drained by the oil and sink into the bottom of the oil pan. She took them and picked them up to prevent the noodles from sticking to the bottom.

Yufeng smelled the crispy aroma of wheat and the fried aroma, and he couldn't help but turn around and look at Le Youyou who was busy on the stove, and silently turned back to continue to study how to beat it like the pork paste made by Le Youyou.

She glanced at Yufeng who was reluctant to speak, silently snatched the noodles aside and drained the oil. She turned around and spooned a small spoonful of hot oil and rolled it in the new wok. Then she poured the rapeseed and shredded carrots into the wok and stir-fry quickly, and waited until the moment the two were almost cooked.

Pour the fried golden meatballs into the wok and boil them. Then add soy sauce, water, and a small amount of Maotai wine, cover the pot and simmer over medium heat for half a stick of aroma.

She put the drained noodles into a bird's nest, clamping the bottom layer as if the layer had fallen, and put the remaining noodles on a plate aside.

In an instant, she picked up the lid of the pot, and a scent of meat wafted up, which caused Yufeng, who was sucking meat, to stop and look at the stove and wrap the meatballs around her and put them on the bird's nest in an orderly manner. The juice slowly dripped onto the golden noodles with the meatballs.

Then he watched Le Youyou thicken it with water and starch, then add a small amount of bright oil, and quickly flip it in the wok, she drizzled the bright juice on the meatballs.

The steaming meatballs were on the noodle bird's nest, the tempting meat fragrance and golden skin, and the embellishment of rapeseed and shredded carrots perfectly enough people's appetite. Yufeng couldn't help swallowing.

"Yuyou! Your Majesty is a little greedy... Can you serve a dish first?"

The sharp voice of the father-in-law broke into everyone's ears, but before he could even step into the kitchen, he smelled the smell of meatballs floating out of the kitchen, and said happily: "Well... just this aroma is definitely delicious. The fried meat is mixed with the fragrance of vegetables, and the taste is salty and light... Youyou! What kind of dish is this?"

Grandpa Bu asked Le Youyou to hear the sound of him before he saw him, and then he knew that Grandpa Bu, the old gourtie, came to urge the meal. She quickly wiped her hands, picked up the plate of Sixi balls in both hands and put them on the table. Grandpa Bu walked into the kitchen happily and saw Sixi balls lit up. However, she was frightened by her naked half of her body, and quickly shook the Buddha Chen, "Bah——"

Yufeng looked at the disgust on Madam Bu's face inexplicably, looked at Le Youyou, but saw her waved her hand and asked him to continue to beat the meat paste, "Madam Bu, why are you here at this time?"

"It's better to come early than to come! Youyou, what kind of dish are you? It looks very good and tastes very good!" Bu Gong sniffed Sixi meatballs hard, and she licked her lips gently, "Reply to Bu Gong, this is Sixi meatballs!"

"One, two, three, four... It's really four..." Old Man Bu counted carefully and smiled helplessly, and sighed with disappointment with frowning.
Chapter completed!