Wuming ate a piece of tofu in one bite, and showed an intoxicated expression the next moment.
The taste is numb and spicy.
It seems like there are many little people dancing in the mouth.
They hold forks in their hands and keep poking their nameless taste buds upwards. Some are strong, some are weak, some are particularly diligent, and some are particularly lazy.
Different degrees of 'poking' cause different degrees of spiciness. After the spiciness ends, it will be numb, as if the taste buds have been hollowed out.
A few minutes later, Wuming opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the tofu from Tofu Star to be so delicious. If the tofu from Tofu Star is used as raw material and is cooked twice, can it be made into more delicious food?"
"Human?" At this time, a naive voice sounded.
Wuming looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and saw a panda slowly walking towards him. This panda was very tall, and compared to ordinary pandas, it looked more like a dyed polar bear.
"Are you a mutant polar bear?" Wuming asked uncertainly.
The panda immediately roared angrily: "I am a panda, a panda, a real panda!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that you look too much like a polar bear." Wuming apologized unapologetically.
It's no wonder that he felt that the panda in front of him didn't look like a panda. I guess anyone who came to see it would also think so.
The panda sat on the tofu not far from Wuming and asked: "Haven't humans been exterminated by the God of Cookery? Are you a monkey that looks like a human?"
"Sorry, but I am a human being." Wuming said again without apology.
The panda took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, took out a cigarette, and asked, "Want it? A lollipop."
"Lollipop?" Wuming took it doubtfully and found that it was really a lollipop.
He put the smoky lollipop in his mouth and asked, "Why a lollipop?"
"Don't you think holding this thing in your mouth gives people a sense of vicissitudes of life, loneliness, and a story? I am a master at picking up girls with this. There is no girl in the panda family that I, the polar bear, can't win!" said the panda.
Wuming complained: "You let it slip, you are just a polar bear who puts on smoky makeup and pretends to be a panda!"
"You don't understand, my mother is a panda, and my father is a polar bear, so I think I am a panda, a panda, and I think I am a polar bear, a polar bear." The panda held the lollipop in his hands and blew out a smoke that did not exist.
Said in a vicissitudes of tone.
Wuming had just thought that this panda gave off the feeling of a street kid, but now he was sure that this was definitely hereditary.
"This is not smoky makeup. Look, it can't be wiped off. This is a gift from my mother." Panda wiped his eyes, believing that the dark circles on the front were real dark circles.
Wuming said calmly: "Even if I believe you are Chuan Chuan..."
"What Chuan Chuan is, it should be called the crystallization of the noble friendship between the two races!" the panda roared.
Wuming was silent for a moment and complained: "The noble friendship between the two races is not just a string."
"Give me some face, the mixed race is better than Chuan Chuan!" Panda slapped Wuming on the head and said angrily.
Wuming hit his head on the tofu and simply didn't bother to get up, so he just ate the tofu bite after bite.
"Hey, don't die. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be violent. I'm sorry!" The panda immediately said worriedly when he saw Wuming lying on the ground as if he was dead.
It lifted Wuming up and found that Wuming's mouth was bulging, and he was obviously eating.
"Asshole, I thought you were dead!" He threw Wuming on the ground and said depressedly.
Wuming asked: "Let me ask you a question, do you belong to the panda clan or the polar bear clan?"
"Of course it's the panda family, and I, Xiong Benxiong, am a panda!" the panda replied excitedly.
Kumamon?
There seems to be a similar name in the nameless memory, but it is a virtual island country or something.
He frowned at Xiong Benxiong and complained: "Your name is so Sakura!"
"Sakura? What kind of flower is that?" Kumamoto replied.
Wuming did not explain, but rolled on the ground, then sat up and asked: "Kumamon, the panda family's family dish, can you cook it?"
"Of course... no!" Xiong Benxiong raised his head and chest, then withered.
Wuming was unable to complain, so he simply asked: "Do you know about the polar bear family's family dish?"
"Of course... I don't know." Xiong Benxiong was already ashamed.
In this world, individuals of every race know their own family dishes. Not knowing the family dishes means... that they are not members of that clan.
"What will you do once the God of Cookery wakes up?" Wuming's face changed slightly and he asked.
Kumamoto took out his cigarette and said confidently: "I will ask the God of Cookery to smoke, and then take the God of Cookery as my younger brother. If it doesn't agree, then I will duel with it. Don't think I'm fat... In fact, all my fat is muscle, which is strong."
But it’s very big.”
"So...are you mentally prepared to be eaten by the God of Cookery in the future?" Wuming said with some emotion.
Although Kumamoto answered boldly, Wuming knew very well that Kumamoto knew what would happen to him, and this guy was just pretending to be confused.
Xiong Benxiu imitated Wuming and lay on the tofu, and said melancholy: "What else? I develop my own family dish? Huh... What a good idea, I decided, I will develop a family dish that is exclusive to Xiong Xiong!
!!”
"Then come on!" Wuming did not complain, but encouraged the other party.
Kumamoto Xiong just sat up, and the excited expression only stayed on his face for a moment. Then he seemed to have hit the wall called reality, so he lay on the ground again and said feebly: "It's impossible... Family cuisine
Or whatever, I don’t even know how to cook, how can I possibly develop a family dish?”
"You can't cook, so what do you usually eat?" Wuming asked.
Kumamoto took out a piece of tofu from the ground and swallowed it. He showed an expression that was more painful than committing suicide and said: "Eating tofu, although... it tastes terrible!"
In fact, these tofu are very delicious, but it has only been able to eat tofu since childhood. Day after day, year after year, only tofu can satisfy its hunger, and no matter how delicious the food is, it will taste like wax.
"Try this!" Wuming took out a piece of cake from the storage space and threw it to Kumamoto.
Kumamoto caught the cake, took a bite of the cake, and was captured by the taste of the cake the next moment.
It looked at the cake in its hand in shock and exclaimed: "How can there be such delicious food? Is this the family dish of you humans?"
"No, it's just an ordinary cake from Cake Star." Wuming replied.
After hearing this, Xiong Benxiong showed a longing look and said with envy: "It's great, it turns out there is such a beautiful planet in the world."
"Actually, for me, Tofu Star is also great." Wuming dug out a piece of tofu and said while eating it.
Kumamoto hates the Tofu Star just because he has eaten the same food too much and has become completely bored. Assuming that he was born in the Cake Star, he would probably also hate cakes.