Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 205 Xiang is Dead

Then Qingcheng began to prepare rice, lobster, foie gras and abalone juice.

A few ice pears, and tribute grapes.

Qingcheng washes the rice first, then air-dries it, and stir-fries it for 30 seconds on high heat.

Then put the rice in the boiling oil pot and roll it around to drown.
Holding a lobster in one hand and a knife in the other, he quickly peeled off the belly of each lobster at lightning speed
Even the chefs in the kitchen stopped their movements to see what kind of dishes the future Seventh Concubine would cook.

The servants all gathered around the door to watch
The seventh imperial concubine is blind, and it is well known that she is young, but what happened to the seventh imperial concubine
That's just what I heard, there are too many legends about the Seventh Concubine
Now it is rumored that the seventh imperial concubine cooks in person. This caused a sensation in Jingdu Mansion, and even Steward Huang came to have a look under the guise of helping.
"Don't stand at the door, come in and arrange to help." Qingcheng faced the door with a funny face.

good hearing ability
The servants at the door were embarrassed and disturbed their heads in embarrassment: "The Seventh Imperial Concubine just give orders."

"Two people peeled and removed the seeds from the grapes; plunged them into ice water; and then two people helped me stuff the rice into the belly of the lobster and steam it for half a stick of incense."

Qingcheng smiled, without any pretensions at all; as if calling an ordinary friend, he felt very cordial.

"I'll go right away." One of the servants stuttered a little. Legend has it that the seventh imperial concubine threatened to make the Yunxi country blood flow into rivers.
The woman in front of me looks nothing like
"By the way, take a basin of cold well water and put it on the table, and put ice pears in it. I can't see it, so I will trouble everyone." There was no inferiority complex that a disabled person should have on his face. On the contrary, Qingcheng's smile is like spring in March.

Bright and moving.

I didn't say my palace, my concubine couldn't see it
An 'I'. Shorten the distance of all people.
With the help of the servants, the lobster and rice were put on the steamer; the abalone sat in a delicious soup.

Qingcheng also chatted with the family, and rolled up his sleeves one day to make red wine. Thin beads of sweat seeped on Qingcheng's forehead, like a girl next door.

Time flies.

Qingcheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked to the stove. The lobsters that came out of the cage had basically cooled down. Qingcheng took out the rice grains and it was crispy and fragrant.

Steward Huang's nose twitched twice. He died.

(End of this chapter)