Chapter 151 (1/2)

Bang!

The spiral pill smashed in the big basin, and did not appear, the scene of frying pan in their mind.

That uniform rotation speed, and durable rolling, so that Xiaonan and others will almost stare at the eye socket split.

”Well, this chakra is too manipulative.” Xiaonan couldn't help saying to herself.

At the moment when the spiral pill was formed, they could clearly feel the violent power in it.

However, this kind of power that erupts in one place is precisely controlled by Qin Yu.

Bear but not hair to serve as cooking.

If it wasn't for seeing it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe it.

”I seem to find out why he is so strong!” Cangmu could not help but say.

”I'm afraid he has been honing his control of Ninja with the help of cooking. Only by improving the control to the extreme, can we not only improve the speed of chakra's refining, but also reduce the consumption of chakra.”

”I'm afraid that he is not only cooking, but also practicing ninshu.”

In the face of this self brain tonic, Qin Yu also had to write a word for cangmu.

Even he did not think of this deep level, so cangmu just pulled the two together.

What's more, Xiaonan and others are stunned and can't refute it.

However, Qin Yu is too lazy to explain. Seeing that the ground meat is wrapped in starch and becomes a ball, chakra Yisheng in his right hand immediately burns with flames.

Press towards the wall of the pan, and the oil inside boils instantly.

Without any hesitation, Qin Yu put the meat ball into the hot oil.

With the sound of Zila, the meat ball quickly turns into golden yellow under the visible condition of the naked eye.

A mixture of various spices, gathered from the oil flavor, with the wind and scattered.

When the lion's head is fried to seven ripe, Qin Yu turns his back on the tile pot, which is the size of a washbasin. The boiling soup inside gives out a faint smell of abalone.

This is Qin Yu's abalone juice.

In the world of tolerance, which often encounters wars, this kind of seasoning has obviously never appeared.

When Qin Yu put the lion's head into the earthen pot, the rich but not greasy soup rolled over, and the aroma of the two converged, making a subconscious sniffing sound in the field.

The sudden scene made Xiao Nan's cheek blush.

Looking back, cangmu that boiled into paste like compressed biscuits, is simply disgusting.

Compared with the strange food in front of you, it's a dregs in seconds.

Looking at it, Qin Yu put thousands of stewed lion heads into a large basin. After closing the lid, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

I can't help but sprout the idea of regret.

”Your compressed biscuits are about to boil.” After washing his hands, Qin Yu reminded him with a smile.

Xiaonan returned to God, in the heart bitter ground stare cangmu one eye, way: ”you are all hungry, go back to eat.”

Rice?

Cangmu and others look at the lump, like the thinned things.

Compared with the wonderful food that Qin Yu showed just now, which startled Hong.

It's a turn off.

Looking back on the scorn just now, cangmu would like to give himself a hand.

Their own words, pretend to force, or to bear silently.