Chapter 86: Are you stupid in Luoyue Valley?

Brother Gou sighed, turned listlessly and walked into the small shop, as if this would make it feel that it could stay away from Muyang's neurosis.
However, Mu Yang was already immersed in his own fantasy, but he did not notice the abnormality of Brother Gou.
Soon, Mu Yang returned to the kitchen with a bucket full of water.
He specifically glanced at Qing'er and found that she was still cutting vegetables.
This efficiency is really slow.
"Sister Qing'er, the water is ready."
"Well, wash the rice, two bowls of rice are enough."
Mu Yang asked again, "Don't have my share? The old man invited me to dinner."
Qing'er stopped cutting vegetables, thought about it, and said, "Really? Then you can add your share."
"And my friend! Just let him meet the old man and the valley master."
"Well, look at the addition."
Muyang chuckled, scooped six bowls of rice fiercely, washed the rice sloppily, and brought it to the stove.
Then Mu Yang walked to the desk with his hands behind his back, looking left and right.
Qing'er looked at Mu Yang suspiciously, then at the rice on the stovetop, and asked, "Go cooking? Why are you here?"
Mu Yang picked up a vegetable and said pretendingly: "Young man, I can't eat hot tofu if I am impatient. It's too boring to cook. I will order some dishes and make a vegetable rice."
Qing'er thrust the knife into the chopping board, and Mu Yang shuddered in fright. Qing'er said coldly: "Naughty! I never heard of cooking and adding vegetables."
Mu Yang pinched the green vegetable, curled his neck innocently and said, "Have you never eaten vegetable rice?"
"Never heard of it."
Mu Yang raised his brows, wouldn't that be right!
"Young man, your thinking is rigid. The food culture is extensive and profound, but you have not even heard of the food. I think you are stupid in the Luoyue Valley. If you have the opportunity, you have to go out and see this beautiful. World, today I will reluctantly show you something, and bring me some bacon."
Qinger remained unmoved, showing resistance from head to toe.
Seeing that she was reluctant to accommodate her at all, Mu Yang had to give in, "Well, I have my share of this rice. I can only make my share."
"Yes." Qing'er nodded slightly, as long as he doesn't eat other people's food, he can still toss about it.
"Let me see what tricks you play."
Mu Yang, who was approved, had to run to the cupboard, and it took a long time to find the bacon.
Put the bacon that he finally got on the chopping board, Mu Yang picked up the kitchen knife, took a deep breath, lifted the knife down, cut the meat into shreds, and chopped the vegetables again.
After cutting it out, put it on the plate and took it to the old stove. Qing'er also put down the work in her hand and followed.
Muyang skillfully started a fire, briefly brushed the pot, and poured some oil into it.
Qing'er was anxious immediately, "This is a cooking pot, how can you put the oil!"
"Ann, calm down, just watch it."
When the oil was hot, Muyang directly poured the meat in and stir fry. When the surface was golden, he poured in the chopped vegetables and stir fry together.
Qing'er's frowning brows still didn't let go, how could she feel that Mu Yang was playing Jiajia.
After frying for a while, Mu Yang poured in half of the washed rice, poured some more water, and after a few turns, covered the pot.
"Okay?" Qinger asked blankly.
Mu Yang took a towel and wiped the oil from his hands, and put the remaining rice into the steamer to lighten up the fire, then nodded, "Well, it's almost two quarters of an hour. Let's cook."
Qing'er followed Mu Yang and returned to the case table. This time, the kitchen knife was changed to Mu Yang's hand.
"You can cook?"
Qing'er asked half-believingly, Mu Yang couldn't resist Qing'er's questioning eyes, turned the kitchen knife, flicked his bangs, and explained, "Single otaku, wouldn't he starve to death if he doesn't know how to cook?"
"What do you mean?"
Mu Yang was speechless for a while, and crossing was not good at this point. He usually said smoothly, it became inexplicable to them, and Mu Yang didn't bother to explain.
"It's nothing, anyway, don't worry, leave it to me, I'm sure you all love it, um, can you eat the fish in the pond?"
Qing'er looked out, and then said, "Yes, it was specially raised by the owner of the valley. She loves it the most."
Mu Yang's eyes lit up, and he rolled up his sleeves and walked out: "Wait for me, I'll grab two."
"Hey wait, let me go, let's not say whether you can catch it, if you go, you will probably be killed by Xueer."
When he thought of the fierce woman, Mu Yang couldn't help taking two steps back.
Mu Yang had no doubt about Xue'er's strength, regardless of whether she was a maid, playing ten Muyang would not bring her breath.
Mu Yang made a gesture of inviting and smiled: "That's right, you go, the little one is waiting here."
Qing'er smiled helplessly, but couldn't endure Mu Yang's clever smiley face, holding the slip through the net, and walked out of the kitchen.
Mu Yang checked all the dishes in the kitchen and figured out what to cook.
"The old man loves tomato scrambled eggs. I must have this dish, although he had just eaten it at noon; there is also the latest information, the owner of the valley loves fish, and Qinger went to fish it too; I like hot and sour potato shreds I found it, the big and round potato~ Xiaoqi doesn't seem to be picky eaters, so make me a favorite, just boiled pork slices; As for Shuotian...who cares what he likes."
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When Muyang was picking vegetables, Qing'er came to the pond and started catching today's lucky fish, and she happened to be seen by Xue'er.
"Qing'er, what are you doing?"
Qinger said: "You just came to EbookFREE.me~ to help me catch two fish. Let's eat fish tonight."
Xueer wondered: "Aren't you most afraid of killing fish?"
"Muyang will do it, let him kill it."
Xueer was taken aback for a moment, and then exclaimed: "You let him cook dinner?"
"Oh, don't make a fuss, I've seen it, this kid is not bad at craftsmanship." Although Qing'er only watched Muyang cook a vegetable meal, based on Muyang's proficiency, he can't believe that he can cook.
And this made Xue Er quite puzzling, "Aren't you afraid of him poisoning?"
Qing'er squeezed Xue'er's soft face and said, "You, you are too wary, does he have the courage? Besides, who is the lady? Anyone can poison him?"
Xueer pushed her hand away and pouted, still reluctantly: "Miss doesn't like him, I think he is not pleasing to the eye."
"Well, I think the master likes him very much. Catch the fish, don't miss the meal."
With Cher's help, after a while, he caught two big fishes with arms long.
Qinger carried the fish contentedly and walked to the kitchen.
Xueer returned to stand guard in front of the door.
She wanted to see what Mu Yang wanted to do, but she couldn't get away with her duties.
When Qinger returned to the kitchen, she smelled a peculiar scent in front of her. Qinger curiously asked, "What are you doing?"
Mu Yang looked up to see her come back with the fish, and smiled: "First make a cold dish, toss mixed with tofu, come, give me the fish, I will take care of it."
Mu Yang took the fish and ran aside.
After Qing'er passed the fish, she walked to the counter table and looked at the cold dishes in the basin, white and green, and added some chili sauce. It smelled good.
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