“Cooked ducks... fly?”

At this time, the face of the sky is strange, how can there be such a strange dish?Seeing the purchase price of the recipe is still a special long-term money, and I did not want to buy it.

After a moment, the "cooked duck" appeared on the long-stinged recipe, and after he felt it, he was a little surprised.

He didn’t feel what it did.

"Strange."

Yan Qingyian frowned and asked, “You can’t really fly, right?”

He studied the long-stinged recipe, but he could not study anything, and always felt that this "cooked duck" was a bit strange.

“No, no, no, no, no.

He couldn’t help but think of “graps are hard.”

After a while, he put down the long-stinged recipe and came to the kitchen to make a "sigh."

This "sighs", with beef and bitter melon as the main material, is one of the most common home-cooked dishes.

When the ingredients are delivered, Yan Qingyang first washes the beef and picks the barbeds and cuts them into thin slices.Then, mix in the tea juice and the oil, and then fish out the asphalt.

Go to the inner clarinet, cut the slices, drain...

At this time, he caught fire, and the oil in the pot burned to 70%, and the bitter melon was slightly boiled.Then, pour the right amount of oil into the pot, after the burst of garlic, put the salted leftover tea juice to cook, the beef, red pepper into the stir-fry, add raw, pepper, and stir-fry with the fried bitter melon, put salt ...

He tried four times and succeeded.

After the success, Yan Qingqing was a little surprised and could not have imagined that it would be so smooth.

“ Try it first.”

He took out the "sigh" and took a "grain hard" to eat at the emerging table.

Beef is soft and juicy, and the bitter melon is crisp and bitter.

Yan Qinghe tasted it in detail, thinking about the relationship between them, and said to himself: "Is the bitter melon suffering and sorrow related?"

When he finished eating, he sighed slightly, and it seemed that there was a faint sigh in his body, and he was flowing between the lungs.

When he finished, it was only nine o'clock in the morning.

Next, he made a variety of dishes and then went to study the “cooked duck.”The long-stinged main dish is mainly related to emotions, and other dishes will hide all kinds of magic.

If the cooked ducks are flying...

Why is it so strange to eat so much?

It is simply a pit man, and "grains are hard", at least hidden energy rice grains, into internal force, spiritual force and so on.

“I don’t think there’s any need for a special qi.”

After studying, Yan Qingkang was ready to try it, not to speculate: "Is the black font of the dishes, do not need a special 'qi'?"Do you just need a little bit of anger?”

"The pie in the sky" and "grains are hard" are black fonts and do not require special gas.

However, although he has a recipe in his hand, he has a feeling that he can't start, just like the original "grains are hard".

“Do I need to understand it before I can do it?”

Yan Qingyang stood on the steps and looked at this welcome and relaxed thinking, but what does it mean?

"The cooked ducks fly, a folk saying, and the metaphor is the one who is sure of the hand and the unexpected loss."Yan Qingyue frowned and said, “This should be its first meaning, and the second layer is its true meaning...”

“But I understand the first meaning, and I should be able to do it...”

Yan Qingyang was a little surprised, the original "grains are hard" the same, only after eating, can understand the meaning of the second layer.

“Lost...”

He held out his hand, seemed to want to catch something in the air, and said, "A feeling of loss."

“I think I bought a lottery ticket.”

Suddenly, Yan Qinghe suddenly remembered that he had bought a lottery ticket, which had passed ten or twenty days.

At this time, he opened his mobile phone to search, but he did not remember his number.

"Well, it's like I was in a bag, I forgot to put it at home, and when I came to the inn, I threw it at the counter."

He went back to the counter to find it and found the lottery ticket in a moment.

In contrast, he is still a second prize.

However, the number of winners of this second prize is not small, reaching more than 300,000.

“The money came too fast.”Yan Qinghang couldn't help but say, it seems that he still needs to buy more lottery tickets, and it is possible to buy the richest person directly.

“Fuck!”

He paused for a moment, saw a wind blow in the inn, and swept away the lottery ticket.

When he reacted, the lottery had been rolled out of the inn, and he was trying to use the "empty object" to get the lottery back, the lottery had been rolled down the steps and disappeared.

At this time, he hurried out, but there was a shadow of the lottery.

“I fainted...”

It’s so empty, how did it get carried away?

This is too strange.

The wind, like a demonic wind, seemed to be specially drawn to the lottery.

This is thirty thousand ah, the lottery was swept away by the wind, where to find?It was already the money, but it was strange to fly...

“Am I, is this the cooked duck flying?”

Yan Qingkang was speechless, always felt that the "cooked duck" was very strange, as if the lottery ticket of more than 300,000 yuan had just been taken away by this "cooked duck".

“Lost East, receive the mulberry.”The sky shook his head.

Because at this time, he already knew what to do with the “cooked duck.”

However, although he knew how to do it, he was not in the mood, and more than 300,000 people in his hand flew, and in order to do this "cooked duck", the cost was a little big.

Alas –

The glare could not stop sighing.

Then he paused, because there was a faint sadness in his heart, which made him stagger for a while and couldn’t help but say, “Is this also a matter?”

“A sigh, a sigh, shouldn’t it be sadness, grief, mourning, compassion?”

Some of the glamorous people don’t understand.

Now for him, three hundred thousand dollars has been lost, there is not much sorrow, or no sorrow at all, the heartache at most.

Counted.

He returned to the guest house to eat a “empty thing.”

At this time, it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and he forgot that he had been swept away by the wind for more than three hundred thousand, and immediately got busy in the kitchen.

In fact, the practice of "cooked duck" is very simple, that is, to throw it in the pot and cook it.

So, after trying twice, he succeeded in the third time.

A cooked duck.

“How to eat?”

The sky is a little froze.

This is a whole duck, but it emits a very attractive meat aroma, which makes people can't help but move their fingers.

Somehow, he felt that this cooked duck was more tempting than “angry.”It seems to be brilliant, radiating a strange light, like a demon that deceives the heart.

At this time, Yan Qingyang could not bear it at all, and took it out of the guest hall to prepare for eating.

But when he sat down and was about to tear off a duck leg, the cooked duck suddenly flew up, and then flew out of the inn and disappeared, leaving Yan Qingyian there...

Dizziness, really fly away?

He turned to God, speechless, unspeakable.

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