Yi Xiaorou brought up the pheasant in her pocket. The chicken probably grew in the mountains, so it was relatively large. "Can you cook it?"

Bai Zhi shook her head honestly, "Don't be kidding me. When I was born, I ate my mother's breast milk. When I was not in the human world, I ate raw milk. How can you expect me!"

Yi Xiaorou looked at Bai Zhi steadily and said, "That's right."

But...she was afraid that Nalan Mufeng wouldn't eat it if she wasn't good at cooking.

"Fuck, you are too honest, but you shouldn't, right? No, you live in this world as a human after all. How can you live if you don't know how to cook?" Bai Zhi thought to herself.

Self-analysis.

"I... know how to cook." Yi Xiaorou pursed her lips slightly and said, but she didn't look too confident. She was faintly worried in her heart.

Bai Zhi glanced at Yi Xiaorou suspiciously, why would she need to ask her if she knew how to do it? Isn't there three hundred taels of silver in this place?

Finally, she suggested going to a family in the village to borrow a stove and ask for help. Yi Xiaorou had never been good at talking, so it was Bai Zhi's turn to take action. Her sharp tongue made the family happy.

It was warm, but Bai Zhi's mouth was also sweet, and she was very talkative when chatting with that family. On the side, she watched Yi Xiaorou kill chickens, bleed them, pluck out their feathers and remove their internal organs.

Bai Zhi couldn't help but secretly admire it in her heart, it's not bad, the movements are neat and skillful, it seems that she should be good at cooking.

Then look at Yi Xiaorou after washing the rice, stuffing the rice into the belly of the chicken, putting the chicken in the pot, pouring water and carefully adding ginger to remove the fishy smell.

As for starting a fire... she didn't know how to start a spark in the stove. The owner was kind enough to help her, so she just pointed her finger, and the fluttering flame ignited on her fingertips, burning high.

Then he poured all the salt from the stone jar on the stove into it.

Bai Zhi was silent, why did she feel something was wrong?

She walked over directly and put a hand on Yi Xiaorou's shoulder, "Okay, I didn't believe you when you said you knew how to cook! I'm really superficial, but are you missing something?"

"What?" Yi Xiaorou was puzzled.

"I see that there is a layer of oil floating on top of the chicken soup that people cook. Can't you add some oil?"

Yi Xiaorou frowned and thought very seriously, "That's true, but I just found out that the chicken is quite fat and full of fat, so I probably don't need it."

Bai Zhi thought for a while, "Yes, I heard that people should eat light food when they are sick. Maybe the Demon Lord is the same."

"Um."

"But if you say that the chicken is too fat, will the Demon King dislike it? Why don't you add some vinegar? I heard that vinegar can relieve greasiness."

Yi Xiaorou frowned, Bai Zhi's words seemed to make sense, but "What is jealousy?"

When the host was about to say something, Bai Zhi waved her hand and said seriously, "Uncle, it's okay. My friend knows how to cook. We understand."

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Nalan Mufeng was lying down and flipping through the book of erotic pictures he had recently acquired, but his mind fell on Yi Xiaorou's nightmare. Under the faint warm sun, the little hands of the two children tightly holding each other were particularly warm.

Moreover, it exists in Yi Xiaorou's memory and becomes a part of the condensed nightmare. It can be said that Yin, that Yi Feng, is a special existence to Yi Xiaorou.

Why do you feel that Yi Xiaorou seems to be doing particularly well!

With this knowledge, it feels like there is a bug scratching in my heart, very uncomfortable!

There was a faint dark light in Nalan Mufeng's dark pupils.

But when he thought that Yi Xiaorou would bring him something she cooked herself later, how should he behave well?

Should he tell her to put it down coldly, or should he praise her enthusiastically? He rubbed his chin, well, this is a serious question.

"Heh...I told you when should you get a skin polish, you are so thick-skinned..." A male voice suddenly sounded in the room, jumping lightly and uninhibitedly.

Nalan Mufeng lazily raised his head, flicked his fingers slightly, and let out a cry of pain.

Then a cyan figure appeared at the window, covering his forehead. With his head tilted, the man in cyan clothes glared at Nalan Mufeng!

"What's wrong? I'm not wrong. You, an uncle who has lived for thousands of years, still want to get your hands on someone else's young girl. At the same age, you can't help but make people like you, scoff!"

At the end of the sentence, the man in green sneered disdainfully.

"Hey, a monster that can anger any monster, do you think you are qualified to comment on me with your intelligence?" Nalan Mufeng glanced lazily at the man in green robes, his eyes full of pressure, "

Also, this handsome face of mine is not prettier than a flower. It is only a few thousand years old, so it cannot be considered old..."

"Ah ah ah! Don't mention that damn fox monster to this monster." When Bai Zhi was mentioned, Mei Qing became furious. Who in the world, in heaven and on earth, in the world of demons and humans, would dare to say that he, Lord Monster, is ugly?!

"Tsk~" Nalan Mufeng looked at his virtue and reluctantly gave him a mocking look.

Unexpectedly, Mei Qing suddenly became serious, "But... although I really hate you as a guy, as the saying goes, good things don't flow out of the devil's field. If you really like that girl, you should take good care of her."

Nalan Mufeng raised his eyebrows in surprise. Mei Qing seemed to have an unusual attitude towards Yi Xiaorou. "You don't need to intervene in my matter, but you don't have a crush on her, right?"

He said suspiciously.

The corner of Mei Qing's mouth twitched, and she waved her hand helplessly, "How can that be possible? If she dares to fall in love with me, I may not dare to fall in love with her. Anyway... If my guess is correct, she is actually quite prosperous.

."

“…”

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Yi Xiaorou held a bowl and looked at Mei Qing in surprise.

"..." Mei Qing's figure flashed and disappeared directly.

Yi Xiaorou put her eyes on Nalan Mufeng. Nalan Mufeng raised his head and glanced at her with raised eyebrows. His eyes fell on the big porcelain pot in her hand, and he turned over and sat on the bed.

head.

Nalan Mufeng didn't say anything, and she didn't ask any questions. She just handed the big pot to Nalan Mufeng.

Nalan Mufeng twitched the corner of his mouth and reluctantly took it. Yi Xiaorou handed the spoon over skillfully, and her eyes were almost glued to it.

Lift the lid of the pot, holy crap! What's that fragrant smell like? Wait! Why does this chicken and rice porridge look like there is no porridge! And...is this black-bone chicken...the soup is all black.

"What's wrong? Why don't you eat?" Yi Xiaorou frowned.

"...It doesn't look very good. Also, where did the porridge go?"

"This is my first time making it. The porridge is in the chicken's belly. There is a hole at the bottom of the chicken's belly. You can dig it out." Yi Xiaorou answered seriously.

Seeing Yi Xiaorou's serious and meticulous eyes, Nalan Mufeng still had a knot in his heart. This chicken soup looked too much like revenge on him.

And... the bottom of the chicken's belly, isn't that... the place where the chicken excretes? It feels... a bit disgusting.

He first took a spoon and took a sip of soup. As soon as the soup entered his mouth, "poof..." it spurted out for him, staining the quilt with soup.

Yi Xiaorou's brows turned into a knot, and her eyes were vaguely hurt. "Does it taste bad?" she asked.

Nalan Mufeng turned his head and saw the flash of hurt in her eyes. He was not fake at all, but he still felt a little unbearable. However, the taste of the soup was salty, with just the right amount of sourness.

It's a bit disgusting, not greasy, not greasy, just perfect.

He was silent, "Have you never tried the taste?"

Yi Xiaorou answered honestly, "No, because it seemed a bit hard to swallow, so I didn't try it."

"..." Lord Demon Lord glanced at her resentfully, "Then you give it to me?"

Yi Xiaorou paused, "The chicken you roasted that time in the cave looked terrible, but you ate it all." This meant that she thought his taste was different, so she couldn't be blamed.

"...How did you cook it? Did you add vinegar?"

"I stewed it with vinegar because the chicken was too fat. Angelica dahurica said that patients should not eat greasy food, and the disease is the same. She said that vinegar is sour and can relieve greasiness. She said that I added too much salt. Add some vinegar.

You can adjust the taste.”

Nalan Mufeng almost wanted to vomit blood, "Baizhi..." He gritted his teeth and recited the name bitterly, and then he realized something, "How much salt did you pour? No, you can't cook, right?"

?”

There was another moment of silence, and Yi Xiaorou pursed her lips, emphasizing as if unwillingly, "I can cook... but I can only cook porridge. My taste... is only sensitive to poison and blood due to Nether Ice.

, As for salt and other things, you can’t tell the taste even if you eat it in your mouth, so don’t ask me to cook for you next time.” At the end of the sentence, Yi Xiaorou’s face was a little ugly, and her tone was not good.

very good.

In fact, she is a foodie herself. Foodies have a great pursuit of food, but because of Nether Ice, the only thing she can eat is porridge. She likes to eat, and even more likes to cook delicious food. For a foodie, there is no doubt that she has a bad taste.

It's a great shame.

She leaned over to snatch the pot from Nalan Mufeng's hand.

Nalan Mufeng was silent and looked at Yi Xiaorou intently. Suddenly he sighed quietly, picked up the spoon and poked the chicken, "Although the chicken soup doesn't taste very good, there shouldn't be much problem with the chicken."

…”

Because the chicken was stewed very badly, a spoonful of meat came out when he poked it. He put the meat in his mouth and tried to hold his breath and not smell the smell.

The chicken...melts in your mouth, holy shit! It's amazing, how can there be such chicken? It tastes like eating a rotting corpse, and it's even more...smooth like brains, and rotten due to excessive decay of the corpse.

He tried hard, tried hard, and swallowed it with a gulp, but his face was also blue and white.

Yi Xiaorou looked at his disgusting expression and still swallowed the chicken with all his strength. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she reached out and grabbed it and threw it out the window. Suddenly, she heard a scream,

"Who is so wicked as to throw poison outside? Ah?...Help..."

That voice... it still sounded like the voice of the male ghost outside the yard.

"..." Yi Xiaorou remained silent again and again, "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

Nalan Mufeng raised his eyebrows, "Of course it's okay? Why do you ask that?"

"Yi Feng once ate the noodles I cooked, and then he lay down for more than half a month, and... your face is as green as his."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Nalan Mufeng holding his stomach and looking even more ugly, "How can I be... comparable to that vulgar... demon...?..." After saying that, the powerful Demon Lord fainted.

passed.
Chapter completed!