Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

She slept soundly that night.

On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, we fry up New Year's treats.

Before dawn, Zhu Zhuqing could smell the aroma of oil.

She got out of bed, put on her cotton-padded coat, and opened the window.

A cold wind carrying the smell of cooking oil rushed in, making her cough twice.

In the courtyard, the cook was already busy at work.

A large iron pot sat on the stove, the oil inside was boiling hot and emitting blue smoke.

The cook, wearing an apron and holding long chopsticks, was putting food into the pot.

With a sizzle, oil splattered everywhere, and the aroma became even stronger.

"Sister Zhuqing!"

Ning Rongrong ran out of the kitchen, her face covered in flour and a little white on the tip of her nose.

She was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket with the sleeves rolled up high, and she was holding a bowl of flour paste in her hand.

"You're awake! Come help! We're frying New Year's treats today!"

After washing up, Zhu Zhu changed into her old clothes and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen was steaming, and the cutting board was covered with ingredients.

There were chopped meat strips, lotus root slices, tofu, fish pieces, and a large bowl of prepared batter.

Jin Chen stood in front of the cutting board, holding a piece of meat in her hand, dipping it into the batter.

His movements were clumsy, and the batter was applied unevenly, sometimes as thick as a quilt, and sometimes revealing his flesh.

"Brother Jin Chen, you're bundled up too much!"

Ning Rongrong ran over, snatched the meat from his hand, and wrapped it up again.

Jin Chen scratched his head.

"This isn't my first time."

"Just practice more and you'll get better."

Ning Rongrong sighed.

"Go ahead and practice."

I'll keep an eye on it for you.

Dugu Yan also arrived.

She was wearing old clothes, her long dark green hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was holding a knife in her hand, cutting lotus root.

Her knife skills were excellent; she sliced ​​the lotus root into thin, even slices, each one as thin as paper.

Hu Liena stood beside her, holding a piece of tofu in her hand, carefully cutting it into small pieces.

She moved very slowly, afraid of chopping it up.

"Nana, you cut too big."

Dugu Yan glanced at the tofu block.

Hu Liena looked down and saw that the tofu was indeed cut too big, a whole size larger than the tofu cubes she usually ate.

"fine.

"Fry it a little longer if it's too big."

Dugu Yan did not refute, and continued cutting the lotus root.

Xie Yue and Yan also arrived.

Xie Yue was wearing old clothes and holding two moon blades, which he was using to peel potatoes.

He moved quickly, the moon blade flying up and down in his hands, peeling off potato skins piece by piece, fast and clean.

Yan stood beside him, holding a carrot in her hand and munching on it.

"Yan, stop eating."

That's for frying New Year's treats.

Xie Yue didn't even raise his head.

Yan took a bite of carrot and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Let me taste it."

It tastes good raw too.

Xie Yue ignored him.

Ling Feng also arrived.

He was wearing old clothes, his black hair was tied back, and he was holding a bowl of meat strips in his hand.

He walked to the cutting board, put down the basin, picked up a strip of meat, dipped it in batter, and put it into the oil pan.

The movements were steady, the batter was evenly coated, and no oil splattered out.

Jin Chen stared at him, her eyes wide open.

"Boss, you can fry New Year's goods too?"

Ling Feng glanced at him.

"Won't.

study."

Jin Chen chuckled.

"So who did you learn from?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"Read a book."

Jin Chen was stunned.

"Are there any books that teach how to fry New Year's goods?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"have.

The Martial Soul Capital Library has a book called "The Complete Guide to New Year's Goods," which includes instructions on how to fry New Year's goods.

Jin Chen scratched his head.

"The library has books like this?"

Ling Feng looked at him.

"have.

Go borrow it.

Jin Chen shook his head.

I'm not going.

I don't like reading.

Ling Feng ignored him.

Qian Renxue also came.

She was wearing old clothes, her long golden hair was tied in a ponytail, and the holy sword hung at her waist.

She walked over to Ling Feng and watched him fry meat strips.

"You can even fry New Year's goods?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

Qian Renxue smiled.

"So what did you fry?"

Ling Feng looked at the meat strips in the pot.

Crispy fried pork.

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.

Crispy fried pork? I've never heard of that before.

Ling Feng looked at her.

"A new dish from the Martial Soul Capital."

I learned it from books.

Qian Renxue smiled.

"Then fry it up and I'll try it."

Zhu Zhuqing stood aside, watching Ling Feng fry the crispy pork.

His movements were very practiced, unlike the first time he had done it.

She recalled that back in the Star Luo Empire, they would fry New Year's treats, but they had never fried crispy pork.

My mother fried meatballs, tofu, fish pieces, and fried dough twists.

She had never eaten crispy fried pork before.

Ning Rongrong leaned closer and looked at the meat strips in the pot.

"It smells so good! Brother Holy Son, where did you learn this from?"

Ling Feng looked at her.