Rebirth as a Cooking God

Soup imported, Xia Qing's scalp numb.

It's not burnt, but the silky touch of the mouth, like a white palm, touching the heart.

Clear soup is not "clear", except for umami, it is smooth and tender!

"The taste of the soup has changed!"

Xia Qing murmured.

Zhu Qing tasted it for the second time. Unlike the old man, she was afraid of hotness. She first carefully cooled the soup on the spoon. This was a bit hesitant and swallowed into her mouth.

Well!

Unspeakable comfort, with the mouth exploded and spread all over the body.

Suddenly came to a quiet room with soft lights.

Lying on the bed, Zhu Qing was confused and half awake. He heard a voice in his ear: "...How do you feel about the guests?"

With that, his hands on his back seemed to be wrapped in hot essential oils, and he grasped and pinched the bare, greasy skin.

Spit out a burning breath.

Zhu Qing whispered drunkenly on his cheeks: "Good, so comfortable!"

Her brain was completely empty, no dust, no distractions, and her body was extremely relaxed.

Unprecedented comfort and ease hit his head, so in the deep distress, Zhu Qing could only hear the last sentence: "...you can turn around."

The obedient changed to lying on his back, Xiumu was half open and half closed, and vaguely saw a familiar Qingxiu face.

Blink.

"How is it, Aunt Qing?"

This time it was the ears who heard the real voice, Zhu Qing returned to reality, and saw a face close to him, startled, and there was a burning feeling on his face, no need to think about it, Zhu Qing's delicate cheeks had already spread a red tide .

"...Uh... eh eh!"

She almost used both hands and feet and shoved Xia Yu in front of her.

Xia Yu could only withdraw two steps away, looked at Zhu Qing, who was gradually calming down, and said again: "I am asking you to taste the experience."

Zhu Qing bit her lip and her eyes looked moist. "Just, it's delicious!"

"How good is it?"

"And, compared to my previous chicken soup, what's more? Or, what are the characteristics and changes?" Xia Yu couldn't help but walked forward half a step, with a trace of excitement, completely like a cooking madman. .

It was like being bumped into the corner, Zhu Qing's face shone with the girl's shyness.

"Just comfortable!"

She shouted frantically, seemingly dissatisfied and resistant to the strange self and the strange heartbeat.

"Ok."

Seeing Zhu Qing become twitchy, unlike her who was usually talking about nothing, Xia Yu had to sigh and shifted her target to see Lan Chuhan.

Lan Chuhan was the third to taste.

After a bite of soup, at least a few minutes of silence, Lan Chuhan opened his eyes slowly.

There was a layer of mist in her eyes.

"how?"

Xia Yu quickly asked.

"..."

Lan Chuhan was speechless, as if he didn't hear it, he shook his hand tremblingly, and scooped another spoon into the mouth. Xiu's eyes widened and revealed an incredible expression.

"Why is the soup smooth and soft?"

"what!"

With soup in it, he couldn't swallow it, and Lan Chuhan shivered. This was excitement, "Okay, so flexible!"

The tongue became naughty, shuttled through the broth and stirred back and forth.

Ho

The nose is getting thicker and sultry.

Lan Chuhan felt as if there was a hand massaging her tongue, touching it gently, and grasping it gently, so the long legs hidden under the table could not help tightening, and the legs were twitching until they slammed against the table legs , Lan Chuhan was awakened by the voice.

"How is it going?" Xia Yu's forehead was black.

Staring at the teenager, about ten seconds later, Lan Chuhan's body shivered gently, and her watery pupils were quickly clear. The person woke up, "Ah, what are you talking about?" Panic.

"..."

Xia Yu hit a series of ellipsis in his head. When he saw that Lan Chuhan, like Zhu Qing, had lost his usual style of painting, his watery eyes were tickling, how could there be a cold and jade gesture before.

Well, this time, I had to shift my target again and watch the fourth taster.

Look away.

Uh!

Xia Yu swallowed.

Lan Fengxian, an old monster of unknown age, had a flush on his face, and he must be staring at him.

"Mum..."

This time, Xia Yu was scared back two steps.

Then, there was a moment of silence.

For a while.

The silence was broken by Xia Qing. He put down the empty bowl and turned his head to stare at the teenager closely. "If you just presented this chicken soup, it is enough to compete with my soup."

No extra words are needed.

This sentence of the old man has straightforwardly stated the score of Xia Yu's second work.

Xia Yu was not very satisfied, "Just one game?"

The system pops up message:

"...Identified that the chicken broth was 90% complete, without triggering the cooking to glow, for unknown reasons."

A sinister patchwork.

Xia Yu gangster: "The first one is 85%, is it now 90%?"

5% increase!

The brows were wrinkled and relaxed.

He knew that the completion of this point seems to be weak, but it is from the ordinary dimension, which is suddenly raised to the dimension of cooking. Although the system is vague, he did not understand the reason for not shining, but Xia Yu is confident that he is finishing. Under the general situation of meeting the standards, other luminous requirements are not difficult to overcome.

"Well, old man, then I will use this pot of soup as a soup base to make buckwheat ramen. Now you have no reason to object?"

With that, lower your body and take the soup pot away.

"No!"

Four consistent voices.

Xia Qing, Zhu Qing, Lan Chuhan, and Lan Fengxian all watched the pot that Xia Yu carried in his hand.

Unsatisfied grievances came.

Xia Yuzui smoked, "Hey, give me peace of mind and wait a little longer!"

"Ramen is made, you drink soup and eat noodles, isn't it more refreshing?"

...

It was almost noon.

Lan Fengxian, who originally planned to come to worship for a year, walked out of Xia's old house, walked in the alley, and shook his head, looking very good.

Lan Chuhan's eyes flickered, wondering what he was thinking.

"This Xia Demon King deserves the name of Demon King!"

Lan Fengxian praised, and then Yu Feng turned around, a little gloating: "The most important thing is, how did he use the old man of Huang He's boxing skills to steal the tricks and use them without barriers?"

"Who gave him this cooking skill and guided him?"

"If you steal school..."

Here, Lan Chuhan suddenly said, "Perhaps, Ye Feizhou?" He all used a confused tone.

Before and after the war, people from all over the Chinese world believed that Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou were dead enemies. Apart from the limited number of people, no one knew the relationship between the two people.

boom!

Standing at the entrance of the lane, Lan Fengxian was hit by someone, and the words that Zhangkou wanted to speak were interrupted.

He raised his eyebrows to see the woman in black who had struck him and stepped into the alley.

"Huh, this isn't..."

Lan Fengxian recognized Lei Aoxue.

"She knows that Xia's old house is in this one?" Lan Fengxian's mouth was filled with a smile of interest, and Lan Chuhan, who was puzzled, made a boos gesture, turned around and turned back, and got in. Alley, quietly followed behind the woman in black.

Until Xia's old house.

From afar, Lan Fengxian watched Lei Aoxue ascend the doorstep and wanted to take a look at the door. His eyes lit up. "Sure enough, is this the door to battle?"

Who knows that Lei Aoxue stood in front of the gate, hesitated for a while, then came down again, wandering in circles.

After a while, Lei Aoxue simply squatted down and hugged his knees.

"Uh!"

Lan Fengxian, who wanted to watch a good show, was choked and saw Lei Aoxue crouched next to the stone lion at the gate of the mansion. He didn't mean to get up again.

"Let's go." Lan Chuhan whispered, "She probably knows that it's very abrupt and rude to come to fight like this on the first month."

"Yes!"

"What kind of hatred ~www.readwn.com~ New Year's Eve, can't let go of it?"

Lan Fengxian can only regret to sigh and left.

As if hearing the faint footsteps of the alley, Lei Aoxue looked up and then dropped his head again, with small stones in his hands, boring circles on the ground, "Will he accept my halberd?"

Unconsciously talking to himself.

Outside the alley, Lan Chuhan got on the car and sat down. His **** touched the soft seat cushion, and an uncontrolled whisper came from his nose.

"Woo!"

Immediately lowered his head to cover his mouth and nose.

Lan Chuhan arranged the folds of the skirt with the other hand. His fingers seemed to be unintentional or intentional, and he gently pressed the thigh meat.

Hey.

A trace of electric current made her blush, and her long legs tightened again.

"It really became sensitive..."