With the mentality of giving it a try, Han Feixie gave it a try, and the result—
Hua firmly resisted the temptation of beauty and remained motionless.
Zhan Zhan coughed dryly and said, "Maybe it's too tired today."
Han Feixie handed him the flowers, "You try."
Zhan Zhan hugged the flower, before he was able to calm down, when the anger left his dantian, the flower bloomed tremblingly...
Han Feixie: "..."
"Uh, it's amazing, it's not tired all of a sudden!"
Han Feixie looked at the blooming flowers and the smiling faces struggling to bloom on the lace, and the unwillingness in his heart gradually dissipated.
He really wanted to become a trial master. According to the introduction of "Heaven Mustard Divine Book", the potential of a trial master is much greater than that of the medicine emperor. The poison refined by a heavenly trial master can even kill Sword Master instantly! You know, sword emperors and above can use sword qi to cultivate colorful divine clothes that are invulnerable to all poisons. Colorful divine clothes are considered to be the highest defense of swordsmen, and heaven-level trainers only need a little poison...
It's also good to have a tester friend.
Seeing his complex expression, Zhan Zhan tried his best to make him happy, "Shall we have meat at night?"
Han Feixie was stunned and said, "What meat?"
"Braised pork! Sweet and sour pork ribs! Mushroom meatballs! Steamed pork with rice flour! Dongpo pork!" Zhan Zhan salivated very violently. Every time he was in a bad mood, he would buy a little pork to eat, and the effect was very obvious. Unexpectedly, the effect was still there in a different world and a different body.
Han Feixie said: "What is Dongpo meat?"
Zhan Zhan saw that his attention was distracted, so he said vigorously: "It's stewed pork, the meat is stewed so fat but not greasy, it melts in the mouth."
"Why is it called Dongpo Pork?"
"Because," Zhan Zhan scratched his head, "because, that... pigs must grow up in Dongpo, not in Xipo!"
"..."
"Don't worry about the flowers, let's go eat meat." Zhan Zhan put the flowers back into the wooden box and asked No. 2 to return them to Mo Tianhe, and he took Han Feixie to the kitchen.
Although Han Feixie was squeezed out and suppressed in Han's family, he was the eldest son and grandson, so he didn't go in and out of places like the kitchen. So when he smelled the oily smoke from all the way, his brows began to move closer to the middle.
But Zhan Zhan misses this smell very much, "When I came home from school and smelled this smell, I was most moved."
"What moved you?"
"It means that someone at home is waiting for cooking." Zhan Zhan was a little lonely. When he came home from school, his mother wore an apron to cook in the kitchen, and his father went out to make soy sauce in slippers. This was his most longed-for and far-fetched dream when he was a child. Even if you travel through it once, this dream is impossible to come true. Even if Yunwuyi was willing to cook, Zhan Bubai would not go out to make soy sauce in slippers. he sighed.
Han Feixie: "..." The cook needs to be touched by the young man when the cook cooks and waits for the young man to come back? How famous is the cook in the Military God's Mansion
Zhan Zhan pushed open the kitchen door.
When the servants in the kitchen saw the little grandpa coming in, they were frightened out of their wits. The pots, pans and pans immediately sang a chaotic song, wondering if they had done anything to offend this evil star recently.
Zhan Zhan waved his hand and said: "Everyone, calm down, don't be too surprised, I'm not here to raise my salary, I just want to eat meat."
Domestic servant: "..."
The cook asked tremblingly, "What kind of meat does the young man want to eat?"
Zhan Zhan stroked his chin and said, "What kind of meat do you have?" The meat from the Army God Mansion must be good meat.
The cook's legs were so frightened by the faint green light in his eyes that she knelt on the ground and yelled for mercy.
The others, led by the cook, also knelt down one after another.
Zhan Zhan: "..."
The cook was crying with snot and tears, "I have thick skin and thick meat, it's not delicious! Young master!" How can ordinary meat make the little father-in-law condescend to come to the kitchen, it must be unusual meat—for example, human flesh!
Zhan Zhan: "..."
The others followed immediately, lamenting how long they hadn't showered, how long they hadn't washed their hair, how bad their hygiene habits were, and it must taste sour.
Zhan Zhan's face darkened the more he heard, "Stop!"
He looked at Han Feixie, who was smiling happily, and at the servants on the ground who were crying sadly, and sighed helplessly: "Just two things. First, what I want to eat is pork , Braised pork! Second, please take some time out of your busy schedules to go back and take a shower before cooking, and you don’t need to come back until the water is washed into ink.” Thinking about what he ate two days ago... Zhan Zhan’s face turned darker.
Domestic servant: "..."
Zhan Zhan grinned, showing his white teeth, "If you can't wash it clean, you can use the pot to steam the sauna."
They don't know what a sauna is, but they know what a steam is!
Without Zhan Zhan saying one, two, three, there were only Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie left in the kitchen.
The kitchen is empty.
The meat was still raw.
Zhan Zhan turned his head resentfully, just in time to meet Han Feixie's smiling eyes.
"..."
"..."
"Very, is it pretty?"
"What?" Han Feixie asked suspiciously.
Zhan Zhan came back to his senses, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "No, I mean, is it funny? Yes, is it funny?" How could it be so beautiful? !
Han Feixie didn't speak, and looked at the empty kitchen with his arms crossed and said, "Did you bring me to see the kitchen?"
Zhan Zhan simply rolled up his sleeves, "You are lucky, I will cook myself."
Han Feixie's suspicious eyes answered him.
Zhan Zhan groped around in the kitchen, washing vegetables and cutting meat very neatly.
Following his movements, Han Feixie's expression gradually changed, and he watched him fiddle with something in surprise.
Everything was ready, Zhan Zhan stood proudly in front of the stove, holding a spatula, and said calmly, "Come on, light a fire."
Han Feixie: "..."
Hearing that there was no movement behind, Zhan Zhan couldn't help turning his head and said, "I won't."
Han Feixie: "..."
The fire was still lit. Although Han Feixie doesn't know how to cook, he still has the necessary outdoor skills such as making a fire.
After the dishes were cooked, the two went back to the yard, drinking some wine and eating some side dishes.
Han Feixie didn't eat much, so he stopped after moving his chopsticks a few times.
Zhan Zhan said, "Isn't it delicious?"
Han Feixie said: "Not bad."
"Then eat more."
"... save your stomach for dinner."
Zhan Zhan: "..." Should he be grateful for Han Feixie's subtle evaluation, or sad for his unsubtle approach
"What did the Shuiyao Emperor go to Wanwan Beast Realm?" He changed the subject.
Han Feixie shook his head.
Zhan Zhan said: "Why did the Water Medicine Emperor accept you as an apprentice?" This is what he is most curious about. What is the butterfly effect? Why did Shui Chilian choose Han Feixie? Why did Lan Chun fall into his hands? Why did a blue unstrained spirits come out
Han Feixie thought for a while and said, "I think the way he looks at me is a bit strange."
Zhan Zhan stared at Han Feixie's face, and suddenly shouted, "Homosexual?"
Han Feixie asked blankly, "What?"
"Did he take a fancy to you?"
Han Feixie quickly understood what he meant, "What kind are you talking about?"
"The impure kind."
After the original plot is changed, will it hinder Han Feixie's path of domineering leakage? Thinking of this, Zhan Zhan broke out in a cold sweat. Although it's a bit useless to say this, but at present, his greatest grasp of the world is his grasp of the main line of Han Feixie. Once the main line derails...
Zhan Zhan said without hesitation: "Don't follow him, I will introduce a master to you. Although he is the king of medicine, his character is guaranteed." No matter what, he was still taken back by the main line to be safe.
Han Feixie's face turned cold.
Zhan Zhan didn't know what he said wrong, and was a little confused.
Han Feixie stared at him, his expression gradually relaxed, "I have a sense of proportion."
Zhan Zhan thought hard for a while, and said, "Do you think I'm meddling?"
Han Feixie's hand holding the wine glass paused, his brows furrowed inadvertently, and he quickly let go, "I'm just not used to it... I always make my own decisions."
Zhan Zhan looked at him, feeling a pang of sympathy in his heart. He is an orphan, without parents, longing for affection. Han Feixie is not an orphan, he is better than an orphan, his father doesn't love him, his stepmother framed him, he is not as good as himself, he has never gained anything, and he can't feel the loss.
"We are friends," he paused, and answered a word a little uncertainly, "Right?"
Han Feixie smiled slightly and said, "Of course."
Those two words struck the ground with a loud sound, which made Zhan Zhan's restless heart immediately return to its place.
He picked up a piece of braised pork and said enthusiastically, "Eat some more."
"...I'm not too hungry."
"This is made by a friend, so please join us."
Han Feixie: "..." Can you take back what you said in less than a minute
In the end, most of the meat ended up in Zhan Zhan's stomach.