The next morning.
After Mingze woke up at night, he washed up neatly and put on the black windbreaker he usually wore. He habitually checked whether the weapons hidden under the windbreaker and some small tools in his pockets were there to confirm that they were not there. After omitting it, he casually brushed his hair a few times and arranged his hairstyle.
His hair is magical. No matter how strong the wind is, it will not mess up his hair. It is estimated that even if he goes on a roller coaster, his hair will not be messed up. It is impossible to have his hair knotted. It is not necessary at all. The presence of a comb.
Ming Zeye took out his cell phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and glanced at it casually. There were no unread emails on his phone.
That gentleman would not make such a simple mistake as giving the wrong contact information, so the code member named Ireland saw his email but did not reply.
What a rude guy, worse than Gin. I hope he's not a loser.
Otherwise, instead of staying to trick your teammates, you might as well just kill them.
Ming Zeye checked the time on his phone again. It was 8:7. Excluding the washing time, he woke up an hour later than usual.
And his body's biological clock is very stubborn. Unless he stays up all night, he will definitely wake up at seven o'clock in the morning. Even if it is sometimes off by a minute or two, it will never be off by an hour.
Mingze glanced out of the corner of the night at Shi Jiu, who was sleeping soundly with a rabbit doll on the bedside. He had a guess in his mind. According to past experience, he probably integrated Shi Jiu's abilities this time, but he hasn't yet. Feel something change.
Ming Zeye came to the bedside, stretched out his left hand, and gently pinched Shi Jiu's pink nose.
Shi Jiu's eyelids trembled, he hugged the rabbit doll tightly in his arms, turned around and continued to sleep.
Ming Zeye frowned slightly. Shi Jiu's vigilance was too low. If he met a bad person, his life could easily be lost. He should take the time to train it properly.
Ming Zeye thought about the suitable training method for Shi Jiu and increased the strength on his hands.
Shi Jiu then opened his eyes in a daze and sneezed.
All the sticky liquid was stained on Mingzeye's hands.
Ming Zeye: "..." I was careless. I didn't expect cats to sneeze.
After Shi Jiu finished sneezing, he looked at the owner in front of him and didn't react for a while.
Then Shi Jiu glanced at the sticky liquid on Ming Zeye's hand. He blinked innocently. It seemed... that it was his nose.
Shi Jiu carefully raised his head to observe Ming Zeye's expression. His face was expressionless as usual. He was... probably not angry, right?
Shi Jiu coughed to cover up his embarrassment and said, "Master... how about I help you wash up?"
"No need." Ming Zeye wiped his hands with a tissue and walked towards the bathroom.
Three minutes later, Ming Zeye walked out of the bathroom.
He glanced at Shi Jiu, who was slumped on the bed, about to take a nap, and said with a sad smile: "I suddenly want to eat braised cat heads today."
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature in the room, Shi Jiu trembled and did not dare to stay in bed anymore. He immediately jumped up from the bed and said seriously: "Master, I will go to the street to catch cats. What kind of food do you want to eat?" cat?"
Ming Zeye sneered, "Black, preferably with nine tails."
Shi Jiu naturally knew that Ming Zeye was joking, but he still replied seriously: "Well...well...actually, the meat of cats without tails is more tender."
"Really?" Ming Zeye smiled inexplicably.
Shi Jiu nodded repeatedly.
Being interrupted by Shi Jiu, Ming Zeye stopped asking about the fusion ability for a moment. Anyway, if he asked, Shi Jiu would probably be more confused than him.
Not long after they signed the contract, Ming Zeye asked Shi Jiu many times about ability fusion, but Shi Jiu only knew that he could fuse abilities. As for the specific abilities that would be fused and when they would be fused, he had no idea.
He still had to slowly explore on his own.
"Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, wash your nose and paws off, then come help in the kitchen."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked to the kitchen.
Shi Jiu sighed. The master was really not a qualified poop shoveler. He squeezed it every day and was not at all like before, waiting for it to eat, drink and have fun.
It's obviously just an ordinary "pet cat"!
Of course, only fools unfamiliar with Shi Jiu would believe this.
In the kitchen.
Ming Zeye looked at the dazzling array of ingredients in the refrigerator and thought for a moment. Shi Jiu was all about meat and sex. Chris's guardian was gone. He hadn't had time to arrange for him. He was still in the developmental stage. It was definitely not possible to skip breakfast. Yes, I also need to prepare one for him. It would be better to make pork ribs and polenta for breakfast today.
Ming Zeye took out the required ingredients from the refrigerator and processed them slowly. After he washed the rice and ribs, Shi Jiu came to the kitchen.
Ming Zeye put the washed ribs on the chopping board, lowered his head and glanced at Shi Jiu at the kitchen door.
Shi Jiu sighed and took out the mini apron and cat paw gloves from his tail as if resigned. He skillfully put the mini apron around his neck. Obviously this happened not once or twice.
Shi Jiu jumped to the operating table lightly, put on the cat's claw gloves, and pulled out a knife from the knife holder.
In an instant, its silver-gray vertical pupils flashed with the ferocious light unique to beasts. It stared at the ribs on the chopping board and waved the knife in its hand quickly and forcefully.
Several afterimages flashed by, and a large piece of ribs instantly turned into neat little pieces.
Ming Zeye nodded with satisfaction. Every time he watched Shi Jiuqicai, it was a pleasure. Watching the movements of paper figures in a two-dimensional world was much more interesting than watching anime.
"My sword skills are good. If I play Kung Fu Cat or Chinese Kitten, I will definitely become popular." Ming Zeye praised.
Shi Jiu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Ming Zeye was talking about the cartoons "Kung Fu Panda" and "The Little Master of China" from the previous world. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "They were all taught well by the master."
"If you don't want to learn, it's useless no matter how good I teach you." Ming Zeye said while stirring the porridge in the pot.
Even if Shi Jiu didn't want to learn at that time, he had many ways to make him learn voluntarily. Now it was just the beginning to help, but in the future he planned to let Shi Jiu do all the cooking.
Animals are often more believable than humans.
Shi Jiu picked up the corn beside him, plucked the corn kernels, and fell into deep thought.
It highly doubts that its dear owner wants to train it to be a cook. It is estimated that if it can cook in the future, the owner may not even enter the kitchen.
This must not go on like this. It must let its owner know that it cannot learn how to cook.
Twenty minutes later, one person and one cat worked together to prepare a pot of pork ribs and polenta.
Shi Jiu smelled the tempting fragrance of the pork ribs and polenta, swallowed his saliva, and felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart. Cooking seemed like a good game.
As soon as this idea came up, Shi Jiu quickly dismissed it. Orcs would never cook by themselves!
Considering that Chris might still be hungry, Mingzeye packed two portions of ribs and polenta and planned to take it to Chris' place to eat with him.
Mingzeye put on a disguise mask, and until the relationship between Chris and Koizumi Hongzi was clear, it would be safer not to reveal his true face.
After Ming Zeye gave Shi Jiu some instructions, he drove to the apartment where Chris lived.
Ming Zeye was carrying two breakfasts and was about to ring the doorbell when a loud noise suddenly came from the house.
Ming Zeye's eyes flashed slightly, was it a back-up plan arranged by Shuichi Akai? There may be something in this apartment that the other party is willing to destroy even if it hurts innocent people.
However, it is not ruled out that Shuichi Akai’s teammates are coming.
Ming Zeye quickly pulled out his pistol and loaded it. Then he took out a piece of steel wire from his pocket and easily opened the door lock.
Ming Zeye gently opened the door and looked inside. There was no one in the living room, and the sofa could be used as a cover.
Then he quickly opened the door and entered. Just when he was about to hide behind the bunker, he heard a coughing sound. This was Chris's voice, and a stream of black smoke continued to spread from the kitchen. .
Considering that this is an anime world, Ming Zeye couldn't help but think of some characters whose cooking was comparable to making biological and chemical weapons.
Could it be that Chris is exactly this type...
Ming Zeye clenched the gun in his hand and moved to the kitchen door silently.
The choking black smoke filled the entire kitchen, but a delicate figure could still be faintly seen coughing and trying to wave the spatula in his hand.
Even though the original appearance of the dark unknown object in the pot could no longer be seen, Chris still did not give up on it and kept stir-frying. This is such a touching spirit!
