Seeing that Qian Renxue finally calmed down and stopped crying, Nan Feng no longer had the interest to continue lying down.
"Get up."
Nan Feng stood up, straightened out his wrinkled clothes, and walked out without looking back:
"Follow up."
"Ah? Oh!"
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then quickly bent down to pick up the box of pastries, and followed it at a trot with his weak short legs.
"Mom... teacher... what are we going to do?"
"Eat."
Nan Feng replied angrily, "I really don't know who taught you how to do this. I lied here shamelessly all day. If you're not hungry, I'm hungry too."
Qian Renxue's little face turned red, he lowered his head and did not dare to speak, but just followed him obediently.
Pope Palace, Imperial dining room.
It was already late at night, and the originally busy imperial dining room was already empty. Only a few long-burning lamps still gave off a dim glow, and the stove was cold.
"Okay, don't stand there stupidly."
Nan Feng rolled up his sleeves and rummaged skillfully in the food section.
As a person who never treats himself badly when it comes to food, he would never choose to eat dry food even at this time.
Beef, lamb chops, potatoes, tomatoes...
No matter what, as long as the ingredients looked pleasing to the eye, he would throw them all on the chopping board.
The table knife flew in his hand and he cut these things into moderately sized pieces in a few strokes.
Then, under Qian Renxue's shocked eyes, he found a huge soup pot, poured all the ingredients into it, added water, sprinkled in seasonings, and covered the pot.
"That... teacher..."
Qian Renxue looked at the cold pot that wasn't even lit, and couldn't help but remind him in a low voice, "I haven't... lit the fire yet."
"Lighting a fire? It's too slow." Nan Feng said calmly.
The next second, a terrifying purple-black Soul Power surged out from his palm and instantly enveloped the entire large soup pot.
Buzz--!!
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
Qian Renxue's eyes widened, and she clearly felt that the Soul Power wrapped in the soup pot was not destroying, but performing an extremely high-frequency vibration and compression!
A terrifying high temperature was instantly generated inside the Soul Power. At the same time, the powerful pressure of the Soul Power was like a jack, tightly pressing the pot lid, raising the air pressure in the pot to an astonishing level in a short period of time!
"Zizzizi..."
There was a heart-wrenching sound of boiling coming from the pot.
"This..."
Qian Renxue was dumbfounded.
Soul Power... Can you still play like this?!
Only less than ten minutes passed.
"Take it."
Nan Feng snapped his fingers, and the purple light in the sky dissipated instantly.
He casually opened the lid of the pot.
Phew--!!!
A strong aroma of meat accompanied by white steam rose up like a mushroom cloud and instantly filled the entire imperial dining room.
"Yeah, not bad."
Nan Feng took a spoon and tasted the soup, nodded with satisfaction, "It tastes just right."
He casually took two large bowls and filled them with two large bowls of the "random stew" that looked a bit chaotic in color and even looked a bit bad.
"Here."
Nan Feng pushed one of the bowls in front of Qian Renxue and said in a stiff tone:
"Eat as much as you like."
After saying that, he picked up another bowl, sat on the stove without any image, and started eating with big mouthfuls.
The essence of the so-called chaotic stew lies in the word "chaos".
There is no fixed recipe, the taste all depends on what ingredients he sees in the kitchen today.
Qian Renxue looked at the big bowl of steaming paste mixed with various ingredients in front of him, his face looked a little unnatural.
Is this... edible?
As the pampered young lady Qian Family, every meal she eats is a delicacy that is exquisitely presented and full of color, flavor and flavor.
This was the first time she had seen something that looked like it was boiled by pouring a bucket of swill into a pot.
But the hunger in my stomach was too strong, plus this was made by the "teacher" himself...
"Fight!"
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, as if rushing to the execution ground, tremblingly picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.
I originally thought that no matter how unpleasant it was, I would swallow it even with tears in my eyes, and even boast loudly about how delicious it was to please the teacher.
However.
The moment the piece of meat melted on the tip of her tongue, her eyes instantly lit up.
"Huh?!"
Delicious!
Surprisingly delicious!
The large pieces of beef and mutton have been completely stewed, making them soft and delicious, melting in your mouth and soaking up the essence of the soup.
But the amazing thing is that the potatoes and vegetables inside have not been boiled into puree, and still maintain the right texture, soft and glutinous with a hint of chewiness.
How is this possible?
If they are cooked together, if the meat is to be stewed, the vegetables will have already melted!
Qian Renxue didn't care about burning it, took two more mouthfuls of rice, and asked vaguely:
"Old Xu (teacher)... how did you do this?"
"The use of mental power and Soul Power."
Nan Feng ate the meal without raising his head and explained casually:
"In the previous month, we were fighting outside, and we had to rush to outflank Clear Sky Sect. The conditions were very simple."
"In order to march in a hurry, your own mother didn't bring a cook at all, and only a few food-related Soul Master accompanied her. The things those guys conjured can only fill their stomachs."
"I'm a naughty person and can't eat that stuff. But I don't have time to slowly light a fire and cook."
"So I figured out this trick."
"Use your mental power to accurately control the temperature and pressure of every area in the pot. Add high pressure to the meat, add constant temperature to the vegetables, and add high-frequency vibration to the soup base."
"It's like controlling dozens of small pots with different heat levels at the same time on a microscopic level."
Nan Feng swallowed a mouthful of meat and pointed at Qian Renxue's bowl:
"Don't look at the mess in this pot. In fact, every ingredient in it is treated differently."
"I tried hundreds of times before I succeeded and blew up dozens of pots."
Speaking of this, Nan Feng glanced at Qian Renxue:
"Since you call me teacher, this is the first lesson."
"Remember, Soul Power is not just a tool used to fight and kill people."
"As long as your control is strong enough, even small things like cooking can be a success."
"Of course, the premise is..."
"You have to have that brain."
After eating and drinking enough, even the "stew" in the pot was scraped clean.
Nan Feng wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyes fell on the pastry box that Qian Renxue carried all the way and protected it like a treasure.
"Bring it here."
He stretched out his hand.
Qian Renxue's eyes lit up, and he quickly handed the box over, looking at him expectantly. "Teacher, these are crystal cakes and osmanthus cakes, both made according to the Grandmaster Fu's recipe..."
Nan Feng picked up a piece of crystal cake that looked pretty good, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it twice.
His brows furrowed slightly.
"It's overcooked and the skin is too hard."
He picked up another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, took a bite, and frowned even more.
"I put too much sugar in it and it makes me tired. Do you think sugar is free?"
"..."
The light in Qian Renxue's eyes dimmed instantly, and his two little hands were clasped together, like students who had done something wrong. "I... this is my first time doing it, and I can't control the heat. I will definitely pay attention next time!"
"I will practice when I get back! I will definitely make the most delicious food for the teacher!"
"Stop it."
Nan Feng swallowed the piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth, drank some water to wash it down, and waved his hand indifferently:
"Stop fussing."
"Cooking can be a hobby to relieve boredom. But if you don't have the talent, there is no need to invest too much time and energy in it."
"Be clear about your identity. Your hands are for holding swords, not for kneading dough."
Nan Feng pointed at the remaining half of the box of pastries and said in a casual tone:
"If you really want to express your feelings, it's the same as going to the best shop in the city and spending money to buy one. It tastes better and I'm happy with it."
"How can it be the same?!"
Qian Renxue retorted subconsciously, with dissatisfaction written all over his face:
"I made this with my own hands! I also spent a lot of thought and practice for a long time before making it! It contains my heart!"
"The things I bought were cold Bingbing transactions. How can they be compared with those made by my own hands?"
"Heh."
Nan Feng chuckled lightly, picked up another piece of mung bean cake, put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, and said casually:
"Xiao Xue, this is the second lesson I want to teach you."
"Things like the heart are not about being moved by oneself, but about making the recipient feel comfortable. That's what is called the heart."
He threw the piece of mung bean cake into his mouth and said vaguely while chewing:
"Look at you, you've been doing it for a long time, your hands are dirty, you're half exhausted, and you've come up with such a bunch of stuff that's not cooked properly and has too much sweetness."
"Then you shove it in front of me and look at me with that kind of compliment."
Nan Feng stopped chewing and looked directly at Qian Renxue:
"Have you ever thought about how I feel?"
"If I don't eat, it will appear that I am very unkind and disrespectful to you, and may even hurt your fragile glass heart."
"But what if I eat it?"
"That's torturing myself. My taste buds are protesting and my stomach is suffering."
"In order to take care of your emotions, I have to endure the discomfort and swallow it, and I have to praise you for doing well against your will."
"To me, this is a burden, a kidnapping, even a punishment."
"So, what do you mean by your intention? Do you want to make me happy, or do you want to make me feel uncomfortable?"
Qian Renxue was stunned and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
She had never thought about the problem from this perspective.