This immortal is a bit fierce

Seeing that it was already dusk, Nie Wenxuan stood up and stretched his stiff body, and then he heard someone knocking on the door.

He thought it was the servants in the mansion who brought him dinner, but when he opened the door, he saw Huang Feng standing outside, holding a plate of food and a pair of chopsticks.

"Mr. Huang, what is this?" Nie Wenxuan was a little surprised.

"I made it, try it." Huang Feng was very enthusiastic.

"Mr. Huang, can you cook?" Nie Wenxuan was surprised and a little embarrassed, "Since I came to the capital, I have been eating and drinking, and I have been wearing clothes. I am really ashamed!"

"You are good at everything, but you have read too many books, so you are a little pedantic." Huang Feng knocked on his head with chopsticks, and then handed it over, "I didn't make it specially for you, but asked you to help taste it and give some suggestions."

"Then I'll try it." Nie Wenxuan quickly took the chopsticks and picked up a piece of pulled skin.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Huang Feng stopped him: "Too little, take a big bite, take more."

"Oh oh." Nie Wenxuan took a big bite without any precautions and put it in his mouth. After a moment, "cough cough cough..."

"Don't spit it out!" Huang Feng stood next to him like a bully.

"Cough cough cough..." Nie Wenxuan choked and tears flowed, but he really didn't want to vomit. This taste that stimulated his throat and rushed straight into his nasal cavity was something he had never tasted before.

He unexpectedly liked this taste, which made him feel like he couldn't stop.

Knowing that he would choke, he still took another bite.

Huang Feng was very satisfied with Nie Wenxuan's reaction, but it was a pity that Xiao Nuan was not here. Compared with Nie Wenxuan, Xiao Nuan was the number one guinea pig in his mind.

"Young Master." At this time, a servant came running, "An elder from next door is here to visit."

"Next door?"

"Yes, before I started working here, this elder lived next door, but he rarely went out and never came to visit. I don't know what he is here for today."

"Please come in." Huang Feng didn't think much about it. He knew what the purpose was.

Who would have thought of going to the main hall to meet this old man? Before Huang Feng spoke, he saw the other party close his eyes and sniff carefully.

Looking at this old man, he looked like he was in his sixties with white hair on his temples. But if you observe carefully, the old man's back was straight and his steps were light. There was no sign of old age.

Although he couldn't detect a trace of spiritual energy on his body, he was definitely not an ordinary person!

"Old man, what are you doing?" Huang Feng asked in confusion.

The old man opened his eyes and smiled, "I am sorry for coming to your house rashly. If I'm not mistaken, did you just make a dish?"

"Yes." Huang Feng nodded, and probably understood the purpose of the old man. It turned out that he was attracted by his craftsmanship!

"I have a suggestion."

"You say."

"Let me try this dish, and I'll tell you a story."

Huang Feng did not hesitate: "One dish can be exchanged for a story, it's worth it, please come in."

Please ask the old man to take a seat, Huang Feng went to find Nie Wenxuan, and said before entering the door: "I didn't expect that the first time I cooked, the fragrance spread thousands of miles, where is the dish, I'll give it to the old man to try."

After entering the door, I saw Nie Wenxuan holding an empty plate and chopsticks in his hands: "Hiccup~"

Huang Feng: "..."

"Mr. Huang, I..." Nie Wenxuan felt like he had done something wrong.

"It's okay, you go to the main hall to chat with the old man, I'll do it again." Huang Feng was very happy and full of motivation, and ran to the kitchen to make another dish.

When he arrived at the main hall, he found that Nie Wenxuan and the old man were talking happily.

However, the old man's voice stopped abruptly after Huang Feng brought the plate in, and he stared at the plate of mustard skin fried meat.

"This is..." The old man seemed to want to ask, but raised his hand halfway through the sentence, "Don't say anything, let me try it first." Huang Feng put the plate in front of him: "Please." The old man immediately picked up a large chopstick, and Nie Wenxuan on the side was hesitant to speak. He was worried that the old man couldn't bear such a large amount. As expected, the old man's eyes turned red and he coughed violently. Nie Wenxuan hurriedly handed over the water, but was rejected. The old man picked up another chopstick, looked at the rice noodles, and said, "It's made of potatoes." "Yes!" "This spicy taste..." "Mustard, a seasoning, made from horseradish." Huang Feng wanted to say that there are actually many kinds of mustard, but when the words came to his lips, he gave up. "I've never heard of it. The method of making potatoes is also very novel." "This is a large rice noodles." Huang Feng introduced. The old man nodded and didn't ask about the method. The chef's skills are all secrets, how can he tell others easily. If you want to gain, you have to pay. He took another bite, put down his chopsticks, and said slowly: "Once upon a time, there was a cook named Qian Jin. He had no other skills except cooking.

To be honest, even this cooking skill was not very good, so he did odd jobs in the restaurant.

The hotel's ingredients could not be wasted. In order to practice knife skills, he would go fishing by himself, or go up the mountain to catch some game. As a result, he got lost in the mountains because of heavy rain. By chance, he met a girl.

Qian Jin was worried that the girl he met late at night was a female ghost, and he was scared to death. Who knew that the girl's carriage was robbed by criminals, and she fled into the mountains alone.

At that time, the girl had scratches on her legs and feet in many places, and she was exhausted. She fell in front of Qian Jin and said that someone was chasing him and asked him for help.

Qian Jin was actually very hesitant. He was often excluded in the restaurant and was a little timid, but that day, looking at the girl's pleading eyes, he gritted his teeth, carried the girl on his back and ran away.

That was the most courageous thing he had ever done in his life.

Qian Jin carried the girl to the city and took care of her carefully. Hearing the girl praise his cooking skills every day gave him the greatest satisfaction in his life.

After a while, the two fell in love, but Qian Jin realized at this time that this girl was born in the capital and came from a wealthy family, and he was a little timid.

But the girl said that if he was afraid, she would elope with him; if he was not afraid, he would go back to the capital with her.

Qian Jin didn't want to waste this girl's life, but he didn't want to let her go, so he chose to go back to the capital with her. He thought about being rejected by the girl's family, but he gave up his heart.

Unexpectedly, the girl came home and threatened her with death, and Qian Jin finally saved the girl's life. Her family finally agreed, but they had to marry into the family.

Qian Jin agreed. He was an orphan. As long as he could be with the girl he loved, it didn't matter if he got married.

After getting married, the girl was afraid that Qian Jin would not be able to hold his head up at home, so she moved out and wanted to help him open a restaurant, but Qian Jin refused. He just wanted to cook for her alone.

The two fell in love with each other and lived a very happy life. Unfortunately, they parted eventually. At that time, their hair had turned gray. When the girl was dying, she wanted to have another meal cooked by Qian Jin.

Qian Jin put all his effort into that meal. When the meal was ready, the flames in the stove turned into a fire dragon and soared into the sky. He actually sprouted spiritual roots out of thin air.

At that time, Qian Jin didn't know what happened, and he didn't care. He just wanted to bring the food to see his wife.

Unexpectedly, it was too late. When he stood in front of his wife with the food, his beloved girl had closed her eyes forever.

So he smashed the stove and never cooked again. "