Yingmeng raised his eyes and looked at the sky. The sky was blue and had not fallen. The sun did not rise from the west.

Can he cook?

Yingmeng thinks the answer is yes. After all, she has watched him torture so many cooks to death since she was a child, but she has never cooked by herself. If she could cook...

Finally, Ying Meng came to a conclusion. Xian Qing might have wanted to use the name of the meal to spoil her ingredients and make her feel uncomfortable. To be precise, it was very, very possible.

Maybe it's because Yingmeng's eyes are too revealing and her expression is too obvious.

Xian Qing's face darkened.

Yingmeng saw that he had a faint tendency to turn black. After weighing the situation for a few seconds, she felt that no matter how bad he was, it would be better than having nothing to eat.

She didn't think there was food in this world that would be difficult for her to swallow. After all, she even dared to eat poisonous things just to try something new.

Ying Meng blinked innocently, her voice a bit soft and soft. "Your Majesty, Lord Immortal."

Then he decisively ran aside and began to study his talents.

Xian Qing sighed silently and pressed the corners of his eyebrows again. He found that he was sighing more and more recently. He really shouldn't teach her the tone.

Yingmeng, who had previously said that there was no food that was difficult to swallow in this world, now heard crackling sounds, which was the sound of being hit on her face.

There was no expression on her face. To be precise, she was completely frozen.

Yingmeng looked at the ingredients that had been tortured so much that they had lost their food essence, took a deep breath, and struggled sincerely. "Master Xianjun..."

"Aren't you willing to give up your life just for the sake of it?"

"The ruler of the Northern Immortal Realm cooks it himself. There is only one portion in heaven and on earth. You must not eat it."

"Try it, maybe it's delicious?"

This series of three questions blocked all her escape routes. Yingmeng looked at the meal in front of her and sat there motionless.

This is really sad. The dishes in front of you are simply a waste of delicious food. No, it is not even delicious. This is a waste of ingredients, a waste of food. This is simply crazy.

Yingmeng didn't know whether to feel sorry for herself about to eat this thing, or whether to feel sorry for herself that the food was wasted.

For the first time, she would rather be hungry than eat.

Xian Qing looked at Ying Meng who was reluctant to take action. This was not like her style. Usually she would forget almost anything when she saw food.

He took a look at the food. Although it was a little different from what he thought, it wasn't as bad as it looked.

Yingmeng tried again and struggled for a while.

"I just realized it. I'm going to study it some more. You eat first."

Xian Qing pressed her back. "Didn't you succeed before? When you succeeded, you heard that you could start dinner, weren't you very excited?"

"No..." She was wrong. She was too naive.

She had never thought that a person could create such a murderous aura without using poison, poison, or all kinds of filthy auras, and just using ordinary ingredients.

Yes. Out of the animal's instinct to seek advantages and avoid harm, she felt a sinister murderous aura in this so-called food that seemed harmless to both humans and animals. It was just like the cooks, it was extremely dangerous.

Because she was reluctant to take action, not only the dishes on the table but also Xian Qing sitting next to her were exuding murderous aura.

Yingmeng can understand. A gentleman is far away from the kitchen. He, a man with great power, is willing to cook in person, but he still dislikes it. It is really a sin.

He had raised him since he was a child, and for whatever reason, he had benefited from it. He and he were allies now. It was he who asked for food.

For both emotional and logical reasons, she should try the other person's cooking skills.

But her hands were shaking, and every muscle in her body was resisting.

She pointed her hand tremblingly at the most normal bowl. At least she could still see what ingredients it was. "May I ask how Master Xianjun made it?"

"It's a shame that you call yourself a god of food, but you can't even see it." Xian Qing glanced at it, with a mocking arc on his thin lips. "Isn't it just minced beef, then added some salt, and your spatial tips?

There are various seasonings in it, but the color looks good. Finally, I put two eggs.”

Yingmeng nodded stiffly. She could see it, but why was this dish raw? Why were the eggs broken in half and placed on top of the meat with the eggshells attached?

Do she and Xian Qing really live in the same world? Isn't this guy very picky about his food? Why is the food like this? Does he only care about the color and not care about whether it can be eaten or not?

Yingmeng looked at the plate of food next to her. Should she be impressed by the other person's efforts in preparing a large table of food, or should she be sad that the other party wasted so much food in a moment?

Looking at the dark dish in front of her, she recognized that it contained fruits, vegetables, and meat based on its shape. Can these three things be stir-fried together? Why didn't she know?

She didn't do anything cruel when she was playing tricks on Xian Qing.

Yingmeng put her hand into the bag and turned around the antidote pill she had finally made before, as if this would give her the courage not to run away. She might have to explain this today.

The next quarter of an hour is when Ying Meng admits that he

For the most difficult quarter of an hour in this life.

After Xian Qing's popular science, she seriously suspected that the food she had eaten was fake. She once lived in heaven and did not cherish it. Now, this is the real world, and she regrets it.

Is that rice noodles? The color should taste like carbon when you put it in your mouth.

For the first time, she learned that meatballs can be cooked until they are as hard as a lead ball.

This is the first time I know that someone can fry steamed buns until they look like the burning lava in the underworld.

If she gave Xian Qing a bowl, she would be beaten to death, but now he seems quite satisfied, why can the other party double standard?

Ying Meng bit the tip of the chopstick slightly, holding it with her tiger teeth. After a two-second pause, she lowered her eyelashes, gritted her teeth, and picked up a plate of food.

With trembling fingers, she used her chopsticks to pick up the black object that was hard to tell, and then put it into her mouth resignedly. But the moment she was about to put it in her mouth, she paused. She couldn't do it.

.

She is sorry for the name of foodie, she is wrong.

There are also things in this world that she dare not eat.

She doesn't want to have lunch. Help!

In Xian Qing's expectant eyes, she took a deep breath, her heart tightened, her eyes closed, and her chopsticks moved forward at a turtle's speed.

The moment she was about to put it into her mouth, she turned her hand and stuffed the food into the mouth of the unconscious No. 6 next to her.

One second, two seconds... nothing happened.

In Xian Qing's eyes, which were like the cool ice water surging in the mountain stream, freezing everything, the chopsticks in Ying Meng's hand suddenly fell to the table, which was a bit abrupt and harsh in the originally dead environment.

Yingmeng's thoughts fell into a brief blank for a moment, ignoring Xian Qing's murderous gaze next to him.

It's okay, how is this possible? Is her intuition wrong?

Under the coercion of her eyes, Ying Meng silently picked up the chopsticks on the table and then set up the same dish. Maybe she really thought too much.

Maybe it's just that the appearance and smell are a bit bad, she can't be too superficial.

In fact, it doesn’t look too bad. She is determined to taste delicious food all over the world. Come on.

Just as she was about to put the food into her mouth, a sound of retching came from beside her, interrupting her movement.

In the future, Ying Meng thanked herself countless times for slowing down for a moment, and was thankful that she could resist Xian Qing's threatening eyes for just a few seconds. Fortunately, she was indecisive.
Chapter completed!