After moving the things, Su Huan helped the kitchen in the kitchen.

"I will make Kung Pao Chicken, Sweet Pepper Wuchang Fish, Spicy and Sour Pig Troosters, and Tofu Pork Intestines. Please help me boil water, so I will give these meat a stream of blood."

"Oh." Su Huan is the best at boiling water for work in the kitchen.

Feng Jing took off the apron on the shelf, tied it up, and then tied the cuffs tightly, and his ponytail was tied up. He made these preparations as rigorous as a general who was about to go to the battlefield.

Su Huan thought that his suggestion to open a restaurant was very good before. He set up an open kitchen and spoiled his good looks, so there would be no fewer people coming to eat.

However, when he opened a restaurant, he would be busy cooking for others, and he would not be able to study new dishes for her.

Forget it, it’s better to cross out the things like opening a restaurant. After all, she looks ugly and can’t attract many customers by relying solely on her figure and style. She will scare away the timid diners and affect the appetites of other diners.

Thinking of these messy things, Su Hua kept adding firewood to the stove.

Feng Jing had washed the dishes, removed the chicken from the bones, and cut it into diced it.

The fresh Wuchang fish I bought today has also been cleaned out, coated with cooking wine, and put ginger slices, green onion, salt and other seasonings aside to taste.

After the pig's trotters were clear and clean, they were not cut open, but were placed aside and waited for boiling water to boil.

Because the fat intestines I bought today were already clear and clean, although Feng Jing cleaned them again, it was not as troublesome as when he killed pigs at home.

He was very fast and cut very into diamond-shaped segments.

When these dishes are prepared, the boiling water has already rolled.

He repeated tirelessly, causing all kinds of things to be traumatized.

The pig's trotters were also placed in the soup pot on the stove hole next door, and various ingredients were placed in the pack.

He had to cook so many dishes and prepare so many seasonings at the same time, which made Su Hua dizzy. She couldn't remember it at all, and didn't know how he remembered it.

Su Huan turned his body and glanced at Feng Jing's face.

Well, it turns out that God is fair, so he closed a door for him, but he gave him the talent to learn cooking. If he doesn’t rely on his face, he can also make money by cooking and support his wife.

Just like her, God gave her super strong force, so she..., bah, she is not a husky, her handsome appearance is exchanged for wisdom.

"Girl, what are you doing when you keep looking at my face."

Su Huan, who was adding fire to the stove, was so scared that she almost burned her fingers by the fire. She released a resentful look at Feng Jing, "I was wondering if I could remove the birthmark on your face."

Feng Jing raised his eyebrows high, "The girl still dislikes my appearance."

"It's mainly because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Don't marry a handsome man?"

"Not it, you see, you have normal skin tone on half of your face, and your upper half of your face is dark and unbalanced. If you are all black or all normal skin tone, you won't look so awkward."

"Then I'll put some ink on my face tomorrow?"

"No, no, I just said that."

Feng Jing suddenly asked a question that surprised Su Hua, "You said, can that Taoist priest change my face?"

"He is not a god." Su Huan thought to himself. Her superpowers can only cure diseases, remove poison, and heal wounds. She can only disguise herself. As for plastic surgery and beauty treatments, she has never thought about it.

Can her supernatural powers cure these natural birthmarks?

Is birthmark pigmentation?

If it is a foreign object, her superpower may be able to help him eliminate it.

You have to try it and make him look normal. Even if he is not a handsome guy or a man with a normal appearance, he will not suffer too much.

Moreover, Feng Jing was also quite miserable because of this black birthmark, so many people despise him.

Su Hua decided to give it a try, "Then next time I meet the Taoist priest, I will ask you."

Feng Jing was quite surprised by Su Huan's answer, "Miss, really wants to ask me?"

"I won't be able to find out if I ask."

Feng Jing was unhappy now. If Su Hua asked the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest was good at detoxification, if he found out that he was poisoned and not a natural birthmark, he would tell Su Huan, would Su Huan be angry about his concealment?

"Feng Jing, why are you stunned? You almost cut your fingers."

Su Huan put down the tongs, rushed to Feng Jing in one step, and grabbed the kitchen knife, "I know you have been inferior because of your birthmark for a long time. Are you very happy to hear this news? No matter how happy you are, don't be distracted, otherwise your face will be fine and your fingers will fall off again. At that time, I will have to ask the Taoist priest for two pills."

Feng Jing came to his senses and took the kitchen knife, "If you want pills, the Taoist priest will give it to you? What price will it cost?"

"Well, I don't know if he will give it to me, but now I still have to help him complete some things to accumulate public morality. At worst, I can help him run errands and do something more." Su Huan smiled dryly.

On the one hand, he was afraid that the lies would be exposed, and on the other hand, he was worried that Su Hua would owe more to the Taoist priest for him, and it would be difficult to pay off the cause and effect. Feng Jing was hesitant to tell the truth, "Then girl, don't beg him. You like freedom and don't like people who are bound."

"It's not that serious. You see, as a sugar factory, I can make a profit myself, which is a great thing."

"But if you open a sugar factory, you have been targeted by so many people. Even if you were not plotted by Shangguan Ru and his wife, you will be targeted by others. The risk of the sugar factory is already so great. If the Taoist priest gave you other things to do, I am worried that the risk you will face will be greater."

As soon as the Taoist priest took action, he easily conquered the technology monopolized by the big family. Who knows whether the things he made next time will make others covet more?

"Don't worry, Taoist priest will protect me."

"..." Feng Jing felt sad when he heard this.

Su Hua scratched his head, feeling that what he said just now could not prove the Taoist priest's awesomeness, "Oh, I used the wrong word, it's a blessing."

The usage of these two words "Protect and Bless" is different.

When Feng Jing heard this, he felt relieved, but he became tighter in the next second.

Alas, I don’t know how old the Taoist priest who helped Su Huan a lot of them was and how he looked.

Men will always help women, is it really because of friendship?

Feng Jing's face was stunned again, his eyes were vague, and Su Hua was so scared that he grabbed the kitchen knife in his hand again, "Feng Jing, go away, I'll cut the tofu. I think you are not in good condition today, go away."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll cut it with two more knives." Feng Jing grabbed the knife and cut the tofu a few times. He asked casually, "Girl, will you be angry if someone deceives you?"

"Of course, the other party did not mean it, not targeted you."
Chapter completed!