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Chapter 815 Sit down and drink tea

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    If you say this, no one would believe it.

    For the first time, Han Fei felt that cooking was quite difficult.

    The oil in the cauldron is already boiling.  Han Fei wrapped the carp in flour and shook off the excess flour.  Put the carp into the oil pan and prepare it for frying. Fry its skin until crispy and let it fry for a while.

    As a result, the fish was put into the pot and fried for a long time. The flour was fried to dryness, but the fish skin and flesh were still pink and tender.  How does this look look mature?  It¡¯s obviously raw meat!

    Han Fei scratched his head, this is too much!  I am the top chef in the thug academy, and now I can¡¯t even cook a fish?  Are you kidding me?

    Immediately, Han Fei's face turned grim: If I don't want to explode, can't I use spiritual energy to refine it?

    This time, Han Fei used the heaven-level "Spiritual Fire Transformation". When the spiritual fire emerged, the fish immediately began to ripen.

    With a thought in Han Fei's mind, the boiling fish oil in the pot flew up into the air, wrapping the eight golden carps around, letting the fish oil penetrate into the fish flesh, and then exploded in the air.

    After a while, the aroma of garlic was overwhelming in the pot, the sweet and sour was poured in, the water was simmered, some strawberry juice was made, and it was stirred into the pot.  For a moment, even the middle-aged man who had been extremely calm from beginning to end couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand and quietly watched Han Fei cooking in mid-air.

    Finished this meal.

    Han Fei took a breath and said, "What is that? Why don't we cook this dragon for the next meal? It's a bit laborious."

    The middle-aged man nodded slightly and finally put down the pen in his hand.  With one move of one hand, a long table flew to the river.

    The middle-aged man took a look at the sweet and sour carp made by Han Fei, smelled it with his nose, then nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Sit down and eat."

    Han Fei felt as if ten thousand tsunami jellyfish were roaring in his heart: So satisfied, it seems there is still another meal!

    However, Han Fei had never eaten such high-end food, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

    Before eating, he glanced at the middle-aged man.  This man has a handsome face, a gentle face, and a scholarly air, always with a faint smile.

    This man picked up a piece of fish meat and put it into his mouth. There was a slight flash of light in his eyes, but his expression didn't change much.

    Seemingly knowing that Han Fei was staring at him, the man raised his eyes and looked at Han Fei: "Concentrate on eating."

    Han Fei hummed, then picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. Immediately, a rich fragrance bloomed in his taste buds. It was not greasy in the mouth, and the fish was fragrant and tender, like freshly made tender tofu

    High-end goods cannot be bad.  However, after taking a bite of fish, Han Fei's mind became much clearer.

    One chopstick.

    Two chopsticks.

    ¡­¡­

    After eating about half a catty of meat, Han Fei seemed to freeze.  He was holding the table with one hand and holding chopsticks with the other.  However, his eyes were fixed.

    The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei lightly, said nothing, and continued eating.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took.

    Han Fei seemed to recall many past events, the first time he learned to play stick, the first time he was beaten, the first time he fished, the first time he used a knife pictures of the past were racing through his mind.

    And every time he recalled it, Han Fei suddenly realized that there were many problems.

    It turns out that the force exerted by the stick should be like this.

    It turns out that the knife should be cut in this way to achieve the maximum strength and sharpest point.

    It turns out that this is how the spirit gathering technique should be used.

    It turns out that the formation can actually be drawn like this.

    When Han Fei opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing on the table except for himself sitting there holding up his chopsticks.

    He subconsciously looked back and found that the middle-aged man was already writing there.

    Han Fei asked subconsciously: "Have you finished eating?"

    The middle-aged man said without raising his head: "I finished eating yesterday."

    Han Fei: "???"

    Han Fei took a breath: "Yesterday?"

    The middle-aged man said softly: "In three hours, it will be dinner time. If you are busy for a while, go and cook!"

    "ah?"

    Han Fei was immediately confused: Is it time for dinner again?

    Han Fei asked weakly: "How long is the interval between meals here?"

    The middle-aged man responded calmly: "12 hours."

    Han Fei was dumbfounded: What the hell did I have to eat for 18 hours?

    Han Fei suddenly took a breath of air.  Without saying a word, he ran to his homestead.After drying up, I lay down directly in the clam shell and began to sleep.

    Not to mention, Han Fei couldn't remember the last time he slept?

    Although, practitioners do not need to sleep.  However, eating and sleeping are the blessings of life.  The happiness of ordinary people is not easy for practitioners to obtain.

    This night, Han Fei slept quite soundly until he heard the patter of rain.

    Han Fei: "???"

    Han Fei opened his eyes and looked confused: What a secret place!  It hasn't rained all day, where did the rain come from?  What the hell are you kidding me?

    Han Fei quickly got up and walked out of the house.  Sure enough, I saw light rain falling.

    Then, he saw the middle-aged man sitting in front of a bluestone, holding a teacup in his hand, with water mist rising from the cup.  There was no rain within 10 meters of the stone platform.

    On the bluestone countertop, there was a teapot and a teacup on the opposite side. Han Fei was shocked when he saw this: Is this for him?

    As expected, the middle-aged man didn't even look back and said calmly: "Sit down and drink tea."

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