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Chapter 1914 Poor cooking skills?

Everything seemed to be well listened to, and the Huayu team members finally felt relieved and were yelling to attend the bonfire party, and maybe they could have a relationship.

In Yunxi Great 6, there are fewer female spirit masters than men, while female spirit masters have always liked to control spiritual power and are even less willing to choose spiritual martial arts practitioners, or specialize in martial arts or swordsmanship.

The people they entered the Ten Thousand Demon Tower to train this time were going to the curse land to do tasks, so they were all spiritual martial arts practitioners or martial arts practitioners/sword practitioners, which meant that there were very few women.

Among these very few women, there are two ugly women and an old woman. The ones who are really good-looking are Xiao Mu, Ye Xiaonian, Nangong Yuxiu and five other women.

Among the other five, there are four with the main ones.

So the focus of this bonfire party will inevitably fall on Xiaoya, Ye Xiaonian, Nangong Yuxiu and Zhu Qiuyuan.

After the bonfire party started, the first show of cooking skills was to show off. Nangong Yuxiu presented the snacks that had been prepared long ago and tasted them one by one.

Nangong Yuzhu laughed: "I dare not say anything about her other abilities. Her cooking skills are probably first-class. You have a good time today."

Why do you feel that this snack looks so familiar?

Feng Feifei tasted it and vomited it out: "This is called first-class cooking skills, far worse than our little mute."

"I can't." Feng Xingying shook his head modestly:

"I just do it casually. Compared to a master of cooking, I'm not considered anything. I've always been lazy and I've always said I can't do it."

Nangong Yuxiu had been upset when she saw Feng Xingying, and remembered the scene where her brother ate Feng Xingying's things and couldn't help vomiting, so she couldn't help but sneer:

"It's also a skill when it comes to ideas. I'm afraid that some people will only brag."

"Oh." Feng Xingying tasted Nangong Yuxiu's pastry, then shook her head:

"That's better. I'll give you some advice on how good they are to make this mung bean pastry you made?"

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

"I learn, I learn." Ye Xiaonian has made some progress in cooking with Feng Xingying recently, and she is still a little proud.

"I want to try it too." Zhu Qiuyuan spoke shyly.

"Then I'll try it too?" Wen Ruo actually joined the women's team, and he is truly a gentle and virtuous queen.

Wenruo took the lead, and several curious men also chose to join in learning cooking skills. Please give Feng Xingying advice.

There are a few people who really have zero cooking skills!

But it doesn’t matter. Feng Xingying is a good teacher. Is it a good teacher? As long as you make pastries, how difficult is it to make enough quantification and decompose it into the steps? Is it still difficult to refine alchemy?

After a while, the fragrance fluttered in the bonfire party, and several stoves of mung bean crisps were released together, which made people envious. When they smelled the freshly baked fragrance, they were even more envious.

"Wenruo, give yours to the leader."

"Miss Zhu, give yours to Nangong Yuxiu."

From the fragrance and color of the Fengxing Shadow, you can roughly determine who is doing it well.

I have to say that Wen Ruo is worthy of being the queen, and he is better at taking action than girls.

Nangong Yuzhu tasted the mung bean pastry made by Wenwei, and it was unimaginable that this man's cooking skills were much better than his sister!

Nangong Yuxiu was more like eating a fly. Her heart was bleeding when eating the mung bean pastry made by Zhu Qiuyuan. Why are all the cats and dogs better than what she cooks?

Seeing that Ye Xiaonian and the others were all given to everyone, and the praises were everywhere, Nangong Yuxiu knew that this time he was being compared by that little mute.
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