In the kitchen, the smoke does not disperse, turning into a pear flower, so that people can not distinguish between real illusions.

At this time, I saw the pear blossoms, and there was no choking, but the fragrance was more abundant, so that the lungs were cool and intoxicated.

I don't know when, when the pear blossoms dispersed, Yan Qingqing Fang woke up, and he saw that the hundred-year-old pear firewood had burned out.

“Wow, it’s magical!”

Yan Qingyong was amazed, shocked by the scene in front of him, with some doubts: “Is this the right way to open it?”

“Didn’t I do that much before?”

He hesitated and remembered.

That cold fragrance, seemingly extraordinary, has a special role, he thought: "foie gras directly from the fire, so it is very easy to fire..."

“And also a wisp of anger.”

Then he understood what he was thinking.

"Anger into the liver, and then encounter a fierce fire, you can turn into violent anger, can also be said to be a vigorous liver fire..."

The more he speculated, the more he seemed to understand.

"When the wisp of liver fire, it will make people red-faced, impatient and irritable, which is the reason for eating 'anger' and will make people angry?"

At this time, Yan Qingqing was a little surprised, and then he continued to push down according to his thinking, and it seemed that "happy eyebrows" could also be pushed out.

However, "happy" is softer, not as violent as "anger", so no special fuel is needed.

"If the liver is too full of fire, it will burn lungs and attack the heart."

At this time, Yan Qingqing basically understood it and continued to speculate: "So special fuel is needed, like this century-old pear tree."

"The pear is cold, can moisten the lungs, can cool the heart."

"In this way, although the foie gras is roasted, there are pears in the fireworks, which can protect the lungs and heart from the fire of the liver..."

He looked at the two hundred-year-old pear wood, then picked up a look, and went closer to the fine smell, "This hundred-year-old pear tree, although not pear, but its medicinal properties, I am afraid better than pears..."

He put down the firewood and took a deep breath, as if there was a faint fragrance.

"It seems that I used to do 'happy eyebrows', 'grains are hard', etc., although the practice is not wrong, but it is not the best practice, fuel is also very talk about..."

At this time, Yan Qinghang was somewhat surprised, "If I use the corresponding fuel, and then do 'happy eyebrows', 'grains are hard', etc., the effect should be better."

“Come again!”

The mood of the yangqing air is happy, and the fire is regenerated in the belly.

When the hundred-year-old pear tree burned up, the smoke rose again and turned into a pear flower, it still amazed him.

When he returned to God, he found the 100-year-old pear tree in the oven and burned out again.

“Oh . . . .

He paused for a moment, unable to think that he was confused again, intoxicated in the fragrance of the pear flowers.

“Awake, wake up!”

He told himself in his heart not to be fooled by the smoke.

The hundred-year-old pear tree burned for the third time, and it is still three thousand miles of pear blossoms, which is intoxicating with softness.

“I fainted!”

When Yan Qinghang returned to God, he found that the firewood burned out again and said, “This is confusing, is it too strong?”So, have I always been confused, how can I roast foie gras?”

He stood there, staring at the stove, suddenly speechless.

“I can’t believe it, I’m still being confused this time.”

Yan Qinghe believed in his willpower, and once again added firewood to the stove, and kept saying in his mouth to remind himself that he was no longer confused.

But as a result, the fourth time was confused and intoxicated in the sea of pear flowers.

“Fucked!”

Yan Qing was speechless and angry, and then he hesitated and whispered, “Is my willpower so bad?”No, my willpower should be strong."

When the fifth fire broke out, he immediately bit his tongue.

This time, he was not confused, let him have a happy heart, quickly pick up the pickled foie gras, set on the stove belly baked.

“Oooh!”

A low voice sounded and woke him up.

The foie gras on the stove belly had been blown into charcoal, but in his surprise it was the first time.

Failure is understandable.

He doesn’t care too much.

But what made him care is that he was confused again, this is the fifth time.

At this time, he shook his head and started a fire for the sixth time, and immediately bit his tongue to keep himself awake.

When the second foie gras, set on the belly, he bit his tongue again.

“The nuisance—”

The fire was on the foie gras, making a noise.

And he, controlling the grill, turned from time to time, so as not to be scorched by the fire.

At the same time, through the long-forborn recipe, control the integration of long anger, so that it is evenly integrated into the foie gras.

At this time, he was a little puzzled, shaking his head: "Legend, small fire fragrant foie gras, is the world's classic ah, this fire is not burned."

His voice had not yet fallen, and the foie gras had a burning smell.

“Certainly!”

The blue air looks like I know.

However, the foie gras has not yet been fried, and it seems that it can continue to be roasted.

"Damn, this bite, my tongue is about to be bitten, is my way wrong?"It shouldn’t be torture people like that, what kind of cooking needs to bite your tongue and suicide?”

Yan Qingyue bit his tongue to keep his head clear and not be confused by the pear blossoms caused by the smoke.

However, this way of staying awake is amazing.

Hah-

Well, as he blended into that wisp of anger, the foie gras suddenly fried the stove.

Because the anger into the foie gras, and then by the fire, suddenly into a raging anger, in the foie gras crazy movement.

It’s not weird not to explode.

The second time, it is still understandable, Yan Qingyue does not care, after all, the anger is not very good.

At this time, he added wood to the belly, picked up the third foie gras to bake, and a moment later baked a golden yellow, emitting a particularly attractive aroma.

This smell is difficult to say, only in it can you know its beauty.

He was amazed, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and feel it.

When he was intoxicated, the chic incense suddenly turned into a burning smell of fire, and was inhaled into the lungs and turned into a fire, which even burned in the lungs.

“Coughing cough!”

The sky coughed and choked hard.

Moreover, he felt the burning heat in his lungs, as if a ray of fire were stirring...

“Fuck!What the situation is?”

Yan Qinghe was angry, feeling that his lungs were burning hard, and he quickly took a sip at what he remembered, the smoke of a hundred years of pears.

And the pear smoke, the smell is cold, it seems to be with a chill.

When it was sucked into the lungs, it seemed to turn into a wisp of ice, and immediately extinguished the flame.

At this time, his heart was better, but his face was not good, and this "anger" had not yet been made, and he was already angry.

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