In front of a small round table, Xingyun sat obediently, with a slight nervousness on his face. His calves were tightly close together, and his hands were folded in front of his lower abdomen. He looked straight ahead with a stiff smile on his face.
"Aunt Xiaoyun~"
Xiaohuo held a cup of papaya milk on his back and flew steadily over without spilling a drop. He gently landed on the table. The milk slid down from his back and was accurately hugged by her wings. He stretched out his wings and placed them in front of Xingyun.
"Aunt Xiaoyun, your milk has arrived and is ready to drink!"
"Ah, um, thank you, Xiao Huo."
Xingyun said sheepishly: "But didn't Auntie say that you don't need to be treated so politely, and you don't need Xiaohuo to pour the milk yourself? You are still so young..."
"How can that be done!"
Xiao Huo held his head high and said proudly: "I just want Xiao Yun to feel at home. How about it? Xiao Huo did a good job, right?"
"No, not bad... great!"
Xingyun sneered and tasted the milk, frowning subconsciously, but she quickly reacted and explained quickly before Xiaohuo could ask any questions.
"No, the milk tastes good, but it's just that I'm not used to sweet food. It's my problem, not Xiao Huo's fault!"
"Huh? I don't like sweet taste..."
Xiaohuo tilted his head and suddenly thought of something: "So, did Aunt Xiaoyun ask mom to help bring a lot of bitter snacks last time?"
"That's not a snack."
Xingyun stretched out a finger and corrected with a smile: "That is Aunt Xiaoyun's source of motivation. If you don't endure hardship for a period of time, you will feel that you have no fighting spirit..."
"Well, I don't really understand, but forget it..."
Xiaohuo shook his head, looked at the closed door of the kitchen, and asked curiously: "I just don't know what the food my mother cooks tastes like, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty?"
"Well……"
Xingyun followed Xiao Huo's gaze and shuddered subconsciously. She slightly twitched the tip of her nose, as if she smelled a faint smell of blood. She couldn't help showing a little panic on her face: "I feel that Senior Sister Hongli did this." Ordinary taste terms may not be enough to describe the food that comes out..."
"Huh?"
Xiaohuo's face was full of doubts, what could he do if he just cooked a dish?
There are many primitive hunting methods in her bloodline inheritance, and there are also bloody eating scenes.
She has seen so many terrible scenes. Could her mother's cooking be more terrifying than that?
Hehe, impossible, absolutely impossible!
…
The screen turns and your little cutie suddenly appears!
Ahem...it doesn't seem to be too cute now.
The kitchen is filled with the strong smell of blood, and the terrifying creature covered in pigeon feathers has its back to the camera.
The murder weapon in his hand was still dripping with blood. Following the movements of the pigeon-feathered monster, it kept hitting the chopping board. Flesh and flesh flew around, and blood splattered everywhere...
"Damn it!"
Hong Li, whose eyes were bloodshot, gritted her teeth and looked at the chopping board as if looking at an enemy. The pieces of meat on it were not only bloody, but also had a lot of hair that had not been plucked out!
“Why, why do we need to process the ingredients again after we get them?
Can't these pigeons be more sensible and just grow into a form that can be eaten directly? "
Hong Li frantically licked her hair, picked out a handful of pigeon feathers, and instantly lit them on fire, destroying the corpse and destroying all traces!
"Although, why do I feel that cooking is not like this?"
Hongli frowned and looked up at the ceiling, wondering how her mother in her hometown usually cooked.
Well, when my mother cooks, her movements are very pleasing to the eye, so why did she end up here...
As expected of Hongli, the murder scene was decorated as if it were cooking?
"No, no, you have to have confidence!"
Hongli shook her head quickly to get rid of the messy thoughts in her mind. Being timid before fighting was a taboo.
"I'm a beginner, so it's normal to feel a little uncomfortable at first.
Mom must have been cooking for many years to be able to do that!
I shouldn't raise my standards so much all at once, I should set a small goal first, for example..."
Hong Li's eyes were gloomy: "Disguise the murder scene as cooking first?"
Pooh! She's pretending to be tall, she's obviously cooking!
"Phew, be calm and don't be impatient!"
Hongli took a deep breath, forced herself to adjust her emotions, and looked at the pile of dead people on the side... Bah, seeing that there were enough ingredients on the side, she nodded, determined to climb up her back again.
"Well, the first step...successful!"
"After that……"
Hong Li rubbed her eyebrows: "Think about what mom would do. Well, you should wash these ingredients with water first, but does the pigeon feathers on them really not matter?
Well, it shouldn't matter. As a beginner, you can't ask for too much! Right, that is it! "
The water spiritual power surged, washing away the impurities in the blood, and then it seemed like, what happened?
Blanch, blanch? How to fix it?
Ah, it shouldn’t matter if you don’t blanch it, it’s not a big problem, don’t worry!
"I don't believe it. I'm so well prepared..."
Hong Li looked at the bottles and jars placed in front of her: refined salt, vinegar, soy sauce, cooking wine...
Oh, with such thorough preparation, success is inevitable, right?
Just like a bad student who always has the most stationery, Hong Li looked at her adequate preparations and suddenly felt a sense of self-confidence in her heart, saying "I am good", "I am professional" and "I am a chef", with a proud look on her face. smile.
"As expected of me, I can cook to this level for the first time. It's not too much to praise a little genius! Hahahaha!"
…
Outside the kitchen, the cup of papaya milk that Xingyun was not used to had bottomed out at some point, but the fear in her heart continued to spread: "Well, Xiaohuo, did you hear that the person who succeeded in the conspiracy was laughing ferociously? "
"Aha?"
Xiaohuo tilted his head: "What?"
"that is……"
Xingyun looked at the kitchen door again, staring closely, as if she wanted to see through the hell behind the door: "I always feel like something terrible is happening inside..."
"Okay, okay, Aunt Xiaoyun, you are too nervous."
Xiaohuo chuckled, suddenly jumped into Xingyun's arms, closed his eyes and yawned: "It must be my first time as a guest, so I'm a little uncomfortable with it. It's okay, take your time..."
"Boom!"
A huge roar came from the crack in the kitchen door.
Xingyun: "???"
small fire:"???"
"Huh?"
Xiaohuo looked at Xingyun, who was also confused in her eyes. Even if she didn't look at her, she didn't know either!
…
"Made is mentally retarded!"
Hong Li raised her head and looked at the pot lid embedded in the ceiling. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch: "It shouldn't be, it's so inappropriate. It's obviously just making soup normally, why did it explode?"
After thinking about it, Hong Li frowned and stretched out her fingers to suck away some of the flames under the bottom of the pot: "Is it a problem with the heat? I increased the heat too much?"
"Well...it's a pity that a good pot..."
Hongli sighed, knelt down, took out another big pot from underneath, and laughed out loud.
"Ha, fortunately, I have been fully prepared for such emergencies. Cricket accidentally wants to stop my plan?
Come on, come on, I have prepared eighteen bites of this type of pot alone. I want to see how many times you can fry it for me! "
With a wave of the spoon, she regained her composure, and Hongli looked into the distance: "Come on, Hei Yang, let me show you my deep feelings for you!"
…
"hiss--"
Hei Yang suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing by, and couldn't help but squeeze his legs: "This feeling..."
"hold head high?"
Dama turned his head and looked behind him, "What's the matter? What happened?"
"Ah, it should be fine. Let's move on."
Hei Yang looked solemn, wary of his surroundings: "It's just that I always feel some ominous premonition in my heart..."
The chef holds the spoon, the horse's hooves point north...
