After the entertainment competition, there was a lively chorus at the closing ceremony, and this provincial competition finally came to an end. The contestants finally retreated, packed their luggage, and prepared to go back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.
In the evening, Tai Lun went to the A League official to confirm the final process, received a virtual name card that symbolized the qualification for the national competition, and returned home briskly.
Victor is cooking, and rarely rolls up his sleeves.
A pot of soup was being prepared on the sleek microwave top, and pastries were still baking in the oven below. Victor worked together on both sides, and Athena, the AI housekeeper, reminded him of what to do at any time. He didn't even have to worry about the recipes, so he absent-mindedly recalled what he had watched in this provincial competition.
Thinking of Tai Lun winning the championship and proposing marriage on the spot, Victor happily hummed a few lines of the lyrics, and almost danced a ballroom dance on the spot with a spatula in his arms, and asked Athena to help him prepare silky chicken soup with cordyceps sinensis.
After a while, he thought that Lao Antique had won the entire provincial competition and there were countless Lalang and CP out of thin air. Victor raised his face again, and found a frying pan by himself to make pork ribs and fried watermelon.
After a while, Victor thought about the entertainment competition again. The big devil was actually scared away by the five "selves". Potatoes make an old fashioned favorite pie.
—Old Antique's favorite things are also very old antique. Taylor always regards potatoes as his staple food. Although he never picks food, he does not hide his living habits. There is also a small hobby that is very similar to that of medieval Westerners: stuffing potatoes with various things and roasting them, sometimes stuffing beans, sometimes It's bacon, sometimes turkey breast.
While thinking about Tyron, Victor thought it was so cute.
After a while, he thought of the action of the big devil using his wings to "give and accept" the female anchor in the entertainment competition, his face darkened again, and he made a braised popcorn.
When Tai Lun came back from the outside, he threw away the ranking card of the national contestants, which countless people couldn't touch, and put it in a craft wooden cup on the table. After shaking it twice, he inserted it diagonally.
Tai Lun walked to the kitchen and found Victor wearing a small apron. He also found it very strange. He moved left and right and took a second look before wanting to hug him.
But Victor twisted and ducked.
In a little while, the yellow stewed popcorn should be out of the oven—Victor was so guilty, he waved the spatula to chase people away: "Don't look, just go and sit over there obediently, and I will feed you later."
Tai Lun had no expression on his face, but still stretched out his arms around his waist reluctantly, before turning his head and walking away.
After a while, the master assassin sat in his exclusive seat, listening to the voices in the kitchen, and felt that what he hadn't been able to do for many years - "becoming an ordinary, mediocre, good man at home" has now been achieved , So very satisfied, I turned on the communicator to play online.
The so-called transition from frugality to extravagance is easy, and from luxury to frugality is difficult. The old antiques of the past have now learned to surf the Internet to play with various media.
The first thing he saw was the news about provincial competitions, entertainment competitions, and national competitions: what champion team had already gone out to play PVE, but was scolded bloody by the dungeon commander; The target is Odin, the Great Demon King, who has been called "Little Odin"; what else is Fando blowing up again...
Not to mention the thieves of Internet users in the interstellar era, even Tyron can see it: every time Dump is beaten, or suffers a loss, or loses a game, Fando will explode; everyone who bullies Dump , Fando will jump all the way to target, and he will not give up until he finds the place back by beating around the bush.
Before Tai Lun was in the entertainment competition, he was the first to kill him, and he didn't save any face for the other party. Sure enough, Fando was so crazy that he kept downloading the challenge book for three days in a row.
Tai Lun didn't even bother to repost him, so he edited a status by himself: [Enough dancing? See the real chapter in the national competition.]Netizen: "Hahahahahaha! The Great Demon King finally responded to the provocation. Fan Duoduo has become so angry that his head has become two big in the past two days!"
"I can see a bit of spoiledness from Odin's nine words! What should I do!"
"What should I do? Don't worry! Join our 'Four Brahma' God Sect!"
Tyron: "..."
Seeing this, Tai Lun looked back at the kitchen, thinking that Victor was still working hard to cook and feed himself, and suddenly felt that he needed to do something, at least to suppress the arrogance of these shameless cults.
So he casually flipped through the super long and super long message list, and happened to see something posted by a certain fan, so he forwarded one.
[Odin: Oh//@喵 than 日更六千字: I researched two new cocktails today, I named them 'Big Demon King' and 'Little Agent', everyone is welcome to try them! [Two pictures of cocktails]] Boom, the fans are blown up!
This is the first time Odin ever retweeted a fan's blog!
The blogger himself felt that he was a young girl who had never seen the emperor in the palace for 36 years, and suddenly one day he was lucky! How should I say this feeling, the world is spinning, it's so refreshing!
That night, he excitedly sent three or four new messages to share his vibes, and then he was horrified to find that his tepid shop had flooded with enough water for three hundred years of exhausting work. Order.
What's even more refreshing is that the believers who stand as the agent of Siye x suddenly took a breath of immortality unexpectedly—
In the past, when they pinched CPs, they were full of bloody corpses, but since they were promoted by Odin to become official CPs, they wielded the banner of the God of War.
Tyron threw away the communicator, feeling that he deserved some reward from Victor.
Just thinking about it, Victor greeted him to eat.
Today's dishes: silky chicken soup, pork ribs stewed watermelon, potato pie, braised popcorn.
Tyron: "..."
He stared at these dishes, pondered for a while, and suspected that he might be too old fashioned and didn't understand the trend of interstellar people.
Victor was sweating with guilt, when he saw Tai Lun stretch out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of watermelon, and ate it as if nothing had happened.
Victor: "…"
I saw Tai Lun's eyes slackened for a while, and then refocused after two seconds, nodded and said: "The flavor is very special."
Victor said: "Ha, haha, hometown food. There are not many people who have seen it, so I just... make it whatever you want. If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it."
After taking two sips of chicken soup, Tai Lun recovered, tried popcorn again, and ate it calmly.
Victor: "…"
Tai Lun fell into a short-term freeze state. After a while, he stuffed half a potato and swallowed it. Then he came back to life, and said with a normal expression: "It's not bad."
God knows, he is already displaying the peak acting skills of the assassin master level: blend in! To integrate into the interstellar society! This is their normal hometown dish! You can't show strange expressions and habits! !
"..."
Victor was stunned, thinking that he had accidentally figured out a new cuisine
In the evening, after the two of them digested food, Tai Lun leaned on the bedside to read a book.
Old Antique used to read books in the morning and exercise at night. This is because in ancient times, candles were more precious and the light provided was too dim, which could easily damage eyesight, so they usually did not do unnecessary reading when it was dark at night. Later in this world, Tai Lun noticed that the interstellar people basically only exercised in the morning, so he exchanged the time of reading and exercising quietly.
Reading paper books is actually quite unusual, but it is an activity at home anyway, and no one else would suspect it, so Tyronn kept this habit.
He looks very quiet, and Victor likes to lie on his bedside to read emails and deal with some business at this time.
After a while, Victor suddenly noticed that the slight sound of turning the pages of the book had disappeared for a while, and when he looked up, he happened to see Old Antique with his head up and his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Victor thought to himself: It’s nice to win an entertainment match, but it’s not just a joke to win one against ten. It must be tiring to fight and calculate...
Victor collected the book for him, turned off the headlights, and lay on his pillow to observe Tai Lun's sleeping face.
Oh, so handsome.
Victor lightly lifted himself up from his side, knelt on the bed, and stretched out his hand to touch Tai Lun's thin lips.
Tai Lun frowned slightly, but did not move.
Victor became more courageous, put his index finger and middle finger together, and cautiously inserted into his lips. As soon as he felt a little wet, Victor suddenly felt his lower back being pinched.
Tai Lun stretched out his hand and hung it on Victor's waist, and lifted his eyelids lazily, and then closed them indifferently.
Victor waited for a while, and found that he was just closing his eyes while he was half asleep and half awake—and the look just now was simply an encouraging look!
Victor suddenly became lustful, unable to restrain himself at all, he leaned over lewdly and kissed Tai Lun's parted lips.
Tai Lun raised his eyelids again, looked at him with half-closed eyes, and lazily stroked his back with his hand, as if carelessly comforting an obedient house cat.
Victor kissed his little fangs, and they were so cute that they couldn’t pull themselves out. The tip of his tongue was rubbed against the little cusp that was just right in sharpness. It hurts and he shrinks aggrievedly.
Alas, he didn't consider Little Fang's feelings.
The little fangs came from the devil, and the devil just wanted to bite this piece of soft meat hard, bullying him until he cried.
Tai Lun didn't listen to the devil's impulse and really bit him, but the right hand that was rubbing his back slowly slowed down, moved to the sunken place, and pinched the lower tailbone.
Victor was caught off guard and called out in a low voice. Then he thumped in his heart: It's over.
The demon narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
…
There is a big navel orange on the table in the bedroom.
What a big navel orange.
navel orange.