"Master, your cooking skills are great, I love you so much!" Mantou ate braised fish excitedly, and stinged Feng Xingying half of the tail of the fish in a stingy manner.

"Try it?" Feng Xingying pushed it to Qiu Yingqi, and this fish was still the chef Qiu Yingqi.

Feng Xingying felt that she had a curse halo, that is, she was always a master of theory and an idiot in cooking.

Anything she made by herself was not delicious, and what others made under her guidance was good.

The senior brothers who were instructed also served the dishes separately. The table was full and it felt really good.

"Mine, mine, are mine."

"Junior Sister Feng, you are so awesome. Come to the kitchen to teach us cooking skills in the future?"

"No problem." Feng Xingying was in a good mood: "I'll teach you how to squeeze peanut oil first?"

The eldest brother really had the understanding: "No, I've already read it. Sixth junior brother, you can bring a few people to buy all the peanuts from Dali Country."

"Sunflower seeds, walnuts, and almonds can be bought for oil." Feng Xingying added.

"Okay~~"

"By the way, I bought a few fish for me. The fish made by my senior brother is so delicious." Mantou praised.

"If you don't buy this, you'll catch it yourself."

"Stingy." Mantou ignored him and stared at the big fish in the pot that was about to come out of the pot. This was the main dish.

"Stop looking, this is a filial piety to the master." Qiu Yingqi said coldly.

"What? It's obviously something my master has worked hard to make, why should you sell it well?" The steamed buns are greedy and can find any excuses.

"That junior sister Feng will give it to you."

“…”

Then there was cooking. Feng Xingying really didn't understand how the ancients survived. Not to mention that they had no pasta, even rice and wheat were cooked into porridge.

Feng Xingying made a dry meal, which was shocking the world. If she wanted to make some pasta, wouldn’t she be admired by the whole sect?

No matter what, I will first be a filial piety to the master and win over steamed buns.

The day when Feng Xingying came to Lingshan Sword Sect, he gained a lot of favorability because of his cooking skills.

When everyone was satisfied with the whole peak that night, they had no way to describe it.

If there is food, who would be willing to drink porridge every day?

The next day, Feng Xingying got up early and quietly breathed out spiritual power in the sun, trying to open up the spiritual veins in his body.

Mantou glanced at the figure that was getting closer, and suddenly opened a barrier, isolating Feng Xingying's entire room.

Qiu Yingqi looked at the barrier with a slander and loudly reminded: "Junior Sister Feng, the custom of our Lingshan Sword Sect, you must practice swords every morning and you must not be lazy for a day.

Junior sister should get up quickly and go back to the sword training platform with me."

The barrier is separated from Qiu Yingqi's people, but the voice cannot be isolated. Feng Xingying responded in a angrily way:

"What if I can't lean?"

"Junior sister, you are good at work and hard work, how do you practice swords like this?"

"I can't resist my talent." Feng Xingying was really angry. If she hadn't been able to do it with one mind, Qiu Yingqi's voice had already interrupted her breakthrough.

Although Qiu Yingqi was not hostile and was just used to being self-righteous, Feng Xingying was still unhappy.

"Is my sword technique better than you, so I won't have to practice swords in the future?"

"Better than me? Junior sister is joking. Even if I don't use any spiritual power, you are not my opponent."

"This is what you said, then you are not allowed to use any spiritual power. We have had breakfast and meet on the sword test platform." Feng Xingying climbed along the pole and finalized it.
Chapter completed!