God of Fishing

Nobody can believe this.

For the first time, South Africa thinks cooking is quite a difficult thing.

The oil in the pan has boiled. Han Fei wrapped the carp in flour, shaking off the excess flour. Put the carp in the frying pan, prepare to fry it, fried its skin crispy, let it cook a little before talking.

As a result, the fish went into the pan, fried for half a day, the flour was dried, and the skin and meat were still tender and pink. Where does this look familiar? It's raw meat!

Han Fei scratched his head, that's too much! My first chef at the Mob Academy, and now I can't even make a fish? Are you kidding me?

Immediately, Han Fei looked hard: I won't blow up, can't I use spiritual energy to refine?

This time, Han Fei used the heavenly "Spiritual Fire Transformation". When the spiritual fire appeared, the fish flesh began to cook immediately.

Han Fei thought a move, the rolling fish oil in the pan took off, wrapped the eight tails of the carp group, let the fish oil penetrate the fish meat, and blow up in the air.

A moment later, the garlic aroma in the pan was poured, the sugar and vinegar were poured, the fresh water was stewed, some strawberry juice was cooked and stirred into the pan. For a moment, even the middle-aged man, calm from beginning to end, couldn't help but put down his pen and watch Han Fei cook in the middle of the sky.

Finished the meal.

Han Fei inhaled the airway: “What's that? This dragon, why don't we do it next time? A little laborious. ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and finally let go of his pen. With one hand, a long table flew to the river.

The middle-aged man looked at the sugar and vinegar carp made by Han Fei and sniffed it with his nose, then nodded slightly, smiling and said: "Sit down and eat. ”

Han Fei's head, as if there were 10,000 tsunami jellyfish roaring: So satisfied, looks like there's another one!

However, Han Fei has never eaten anything as tall as this, so he had to be a little moved.

Before he ate, he also looked at the middle-aged man. This person has a very handsome face, a very gentle face, a very angry book, and always has a slight smile.

The man clamped a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, his eyes flashed slightly and his expression didn't change much.

He seemed to know that Han Fei was staring at himself, and the man lifted his eyes and looked at Han Fei: “Focus on eating. ”

Han Fei shouted, also clamped a piece of fish meat into his mouth. Immediately, a rich aroma blossomed among the taste buds, the entrance was not tired, the fish meat was tender, as if it were just made of tender tofu...

Premium goods, naturally can't be bad. However, Han Fei's mind became much clearer when a bite of fish fell under his stomach.

- Chopsticks.

Two chopsticks.

……

When he ate about half a kilo of meat, Han Fei seemed to settle down. He held the table in one hand and chopsticks in the other. However, the eyes settled.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei, did not speak, and continued eating.

I don't know how long it's been.

Han Fei seems to recall a lot of things, the first time he learned a stick, the first time he was beaten, the first time he was fishing, the first time he used a knife... a picture of the past in his head, running fast.

And every time I think about it, Han Fei suddenly noticed a lot of problems.

Turns out, the power of the stick, that's how it should be.

Turns out the knife should be cut like this, so it can be the most powerful and sharpest.

Turns out, this is how Polypsychic works.

Turns out, the method of formation can actually be painted like this.

When Han Fei opened his eyes, he found nothing on the table, only he sat there with chopsticks.

He looked back subconsciously and found the middle-aged man, already writing there.

Han Fei asked unconsciously, "Are you finished? ”

The middle-aged man also raised his head and said, “I ate it yesterday. ”

Han Fei: “??? ”

Han Fei suddenly breathed: “Yesterday? ”

The middle-aged man said softly: "In three hours, it will be time for dinner. If you're a little busy, go cook! ”

“Ah?”

Han Fei suddenly fainted: is it time for dinner again?

Han Feifu asked weakly: "How long is it between us? ”

The middle-aged man responded faintly: "Twelve hours. ”

Han Fei Dumb Eye: I had a fucking meal for 18 hours?

Han Feston took a sip of air. Run to your base and build a house.

He built a one-story American garden ocean house with a traditional triangular top to support the surrounding triangular top structure with columns and fenced between columns to keep columns from appearing prominent...

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

Han Fei: “…”

A moment later, Han Fei looked at the dragon horn and found the cause of its fatality, which was a round hole in his head and seemed to have been stabbed to death by a finger.

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

Han Fei glanced at the middle-aged man, who faintly said: “Cut off the dragon horn, pull out the dragon bone, pull out the dragon liver dragon gall, shave the dragon scale, the faucet won't eat, cut it off. Anything else, do it yourself! ”

Han Fei's first move: What do I do? This thing is covered in treasure. You don't want it, I'll take it all.

This time, Han Fei had some difficulty with the Kankun sword. After all, the Kankun sword has not yet recognized the Lord, and it is a little unwieldy. The main thing is, cramping dragon bones is a rather troublesome thing.

It took Han Fei more than half an hour to roughly clean up this thing. He tried to chop off the dragon horn and tortured it for half a day, but it didn't work.

“Forget it, forget it, no faucet anyway, I'll fill the heavens and earth first. As for dragon meat..."

Han Fei thought for a moment: “Forget it, I had no experience eating it for the first time, get a red burnt dragon meat, dragon meat burning, a slice of skin dragon meat. Well, just three, that's about enough... Forget it, another sauce burst of dragon meat. ”

A moment later, the middle-aged man saw the spiritual flames rising above the riverside sky, making seasonings in the pot and roasting dragon meat in the sky.

No one saw this scene.

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

Dragon, although not a real dragon, there is a little dragon blood! Han Fei can't bear to make so many dragon meat dishes?

But thinking about it, Han Fei is happy too. The dragon muscle has it, and the material for cultivating the Divine Control Technique has it.

Even a fishing rod can be upgraded. This dragon bone is stronger than many years of dead Bihai Travel Dragon bone, I don't know how much, it's really good stuff!

Beyond lunch point, one hour later.

Two people sat at a table by the river, and the middle-aged man clamped a slice of dragon meat, smeared with vinegar, and put it in his mouth.

After that, the middle-aged man clamped a piece of red burnt dragon meat, a piece of sauce burst dragon meat, and finally caught a dragon meat on fire.

Han Fei's hand grabbed a dragon flesh and burned, looking at the middle-aged man. Half a day later, the middle-aged man responded lightly: "That's right, that's a little too boring. ”

Middle-aged people refer to red burnt dragon meat.

Han Fei was confused for a moment, clamped a piece of red burnt dragon meat into his mouth, only felt the rolling energy into the body, blood gas suddenly poured.

Forced to press down such a palpitation, Han did not die to shove it in his mouth, what is the smell? What delicious dragon meat! If you don't, I'll eat it.

Unfortunately, Han Fei ate only five or six pounds, and the whole person's skin had become red, gasping like a flame. Open your mouth and you'll find a flame spraying out of your mouth.

The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei reluctantly: “When eating, I really wanted to take a big breath, so I turned my head and gasped first. ”

Han Fei's eyes are red: What am I gasping for? I'm so hot in here.

Immediately, Han Fei left, ran to the river, his heart started to move, and a bunch of river water poured out of his head.

“No! You have to practice, practice 108 Wild Bodies, practice in the river. ”

“Pfft! ”

Han Fei jumped into the river and made all kinds of strange gestures. The middle-aged man clamped a piece of dragon meat and looked at Han Fei in the water from time to time.

When Han Fei finished those 108 positions, the middle-aged man squinted slightly.

At the glance, Han did not notice that the middle aged man pinched his finger and seemed to be calculating something.

This time, Han Fei didn't sit for a day. Though the dragon flesh is very powerful, the wild gods are also very powerful. It took only two hours to calm down this rolling air and blood.

However, at this time, the middle-aged man said softly: "You can go to sleep. ”

Han Fei Wu: I haven't made my bed yet, so I'm going to bed?

Han Fei muttered a few times: Go to sleep, go to sleep, sleep where is not sleep?

After that, he really ran into his unfinished cabin, looked at the planks of the floor, suddenly pulled out a shell more than six meters from the swallowing sea berries, to control the water, drained the mussel moisture, lay directly in the shell and started sleeping.

Don't tell me Han Fei can't remember. When was the last time he slept?

Although practitioners may not sleep. But eating and sleeping is the happiness of life. The happiness of ordinary people is not readily available to practitioners.

This night, Han Fei slept quite well until he heard the leaching rain.

Han Fei: “??? ”

Han Fei opened his eyes and shook his face: The secret! Not even this day. Where's the rain? Are you fucking kidding me?

Han Fei hurried up and walked out of the house. Indeed, there was a small rain of leachate.

Then he saw the middle-aged man sitting in front of a blue stone with a cup of tea in his hand and the mist rising from the cup. And within 10 meters of that stone table, there was no rain.

On the top of the blue stone table, is a teapot and there is a cup of tea opposite. Han's face looks stunned: is this for himself?

If not, the middle-aged man didn't even return to his head and said softly: "Sit down and drink tea. ”