My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 354 The Lady's Cooking Skills

After working outside for so many days, Qin Feng finally returned to the Qin residence.

After bathing and changing, he lay heavily on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark, and the lady in white was sitting beside the bed, waiting quietly.

"How long have I been asleep?" Qin Feng pinched the center of his brows, most of the previous fatigue had faded away.

"Slept for about three hours." Liu Jianli replied softly.

"It's been so long." Qin Feng sat up slowly, and then asked: "Lady, why are you here?"

"I heard from Ningshuang that you haven't had a good meal for a long time, so I wanted to make some for you." Liu Jianli's vermilion lips parted slightly, and when she spoke, there was still a touch of pink on the tips of her ears.

When Qin Feng was called away by his father when he went back to the Liu Mansion earlier, his mother took her and told her many things about how husband and wife should get along with each other.

One of them is - if you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach.

Liu Jianli at this moment can still remember the triumphant look of her mother when she recalled it.

Mother said that back then she relied on her culinary skills to hold father firmly in her hands.

Thinking of this, Liu Jianli took a light breath, and brought the plate on the table behind him to Qin Feng.

"You did all of these yourself?" Qin Feng opened his eyes wide, a little surprised.

"En." Liu Jianli nodded slightly, and responded softly in his nasal voice.

The food is not much, but it is exquisite, and the presentation is not bad.

A bowl of noodles, a bowl of braised meat, two vegetables, and a soup, it can be described as everything.

The most important thing is that Qin Feng originally thought that the lady was the kind of goddess who didn't touch the spring water with her fingers, and only wanted to be a god of martial arts and swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, the lady would go into the kitchen to do this for him.

"My lady." Qin Feng choked up, he was really touched.

"This is the first time I've made these, try it, how does it taste?" Liu Jianli brushed the hair beside her ear, Xia Fei's cheeks, and said softly.

Immediately, Qin Feng couldn't wait to pick up the rice bowl, and while moving his chopsticks, he said: "How can a lady's craftsmanship be poor? I'll try this ruddy braised pork first, um, really... huh?"

While chewing it in his mouth, he realized that something was wrong. Although the braised pork looked good, it tasted so strange.

If you want to describe it, it's like the feeling of a sugar jar popping open in your mouth.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the lady, Qin Feng forcibly swallowed the meat, and then gave a thumbs up: "I have never tasted the meat that impressed me so deeply, it is truly unique in the world!
I'll try these two vegetables again, they look very appetizing. "

As for vegetables, even if they taste strange, they are not hard to swallow, right?

Qin Feng thought so in his heart, and then put the vegetables in his mouth, and then his whole body was messed up in the wind.

Why do you add sugar to stir-fried vegetables? What kind of dark cuisine is this!
"How?" Liu Jianli asked again.

Qin Feng smiled reluctantly: "It tastes great!"

Hearing this, Liu Jianli smiled like a flower: "You try this bowl of soup again, I have been cooking it for a long time."

"Okay." Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, held a spoon, put a spoonful into his mouth, and then shed tears.

Sure enough, there is a lot of sugar in the soup!
This is not so much soup as sugar water.

Seeing this, Liu Jianli asked softly: "What's wrong? But the soup is not good?"

Qin Feng wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes: "I've never had such a delicious soup, so I'm a little moved."

After saying this, he didn't care about 21, and emptied all the vegetables in one go.

At least, this noodle is still normal.

After the dinner plate was cleaned, Qin Feng took a sip of tea and prayed in his heart, don't get diabetes
He held Jian Li's soft voice and said with a deep heart: "Lady, it's better not to go into the kitchen in the future, the oily smoke there is too heavy.

Moreover, if I often eat such delicious meals in the future, I will not be able to eat other things. "

Liu Jianli nodded slightly: "I understand, if you still want to eat next time, just tell me."

"En." Qin Feng nodded heavily.

Carrying the plate and leaving the room, Lan Ningshuang couldn't wait to step forward, glanced at the empty plate, she smiled and said, "Miss, your cooking skills are really good, my uncle ate all of it!"

Liu Jianli took out a blank piece of paper from her pocket, and replied softly: "It's also thanks to the recipe my mother gave me, I followed the recipe above."

This was somewhat beyond Lan Ningshuang's expectation: "Madam has such skills? Miss, can I have a look at the recipe?"

"can."

Lan Ningshuang took the recipe and glanced at it, then showed a strange look: "Miss, why are there so many spoonfuls of sugar added to these dishes?"

"Mother told me that sugar can enhance the freshness and taste, so the more the better, the same was the case with the meals she cooked for Dad back then. Every time Dad finished eating, he was full of praise."

Lan Ningshuang didn't know how to cook, so she just nodded in confusion: "I see, are there any leftovers of these meals? I also want to try Madam's ancestral cooking!"

Liu Jianli shook his head when he heard the words: "It's gone."

"Ah? That's really a pity." Lan Ningshuang looked regretful.

When he woke up the next morning, Qin Feng was still a little nauseated. Yesterday's dark cooking almost broke his psychological defense.

Fortunately, for the sake of the beautiful lady, he finally persevered.

When they came to the lobby, the table was full of breakfast, and everyone didn't move their chopsticks, obviously waiting for him.

He sat next to Liu Jianli, who thoughtfully filled him with porridge.

Qin Feng's hands visibly trembled when he took the porridge bowl. Could this porridge also be made by a lady?
Glancing at the second brother who was not far away, he had already started to feast and did not show any abnormality.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief before moving his chopsticks.

Well, it's a normal taste.

"By the way, I have something to go to Liu Mansion today, so I won't come back for lunch."

"What is it?" Dad asked curiously.

Qin Feng naturally couldn't hide anything from his own family, so he told the truth about the gunpowder.

The old man put down the bowl and chopsticks with a solemn expression.

"If gunpowder is as miraculous as you say, it must be taken seriously.

You just said that you want to cooperate with the imperial court, the army, and the demon slaying division. The imperial court can rely on the old man from Shengongfang, and the army can borrow the Liu family's Shenhou army.

As for the demon slayer, is there a way? "

Qin Feng replied truthfully: "I don't have much confidence in the Demon Slaying Division. I can only rely on Mr. Zhou's recommendation letter and my relationship with Senior Gun Xian and Saber Madness."

The old man nodded and asked again: "About when will I go to kill the demon?"

Qin Feng thought for a moment, went to Liu's house during the day, and would be slaughtered by that guy disguised as a man at night.
"Tomorrow, there will be more time tomorrow."

Dad hummed and said no more.

(End of this chapter)