Through the Book, I Became the Matchmaker for the Male Match

Chapter 510 My Broadsword N Meters Long (43)

"What are you doing?"

Song Anyu looked at the mess in the kitchen, if not for the sound of the pressure cooker on the stove, he would have thought there was a mess in the kitchen.

However, his imagination is limited, and he can't think of a scene where a 3-year-old child snatches a kitchen knife to cook in order to show his filial piety.

"I'll make soup for you! How about it, doesn't it smell good? I made it~" Chi Miaomiao said quite proudly.

Song Anyu raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Why do you want to make soup for me?"

Because of being happy, a layer of warmth was attached to his cold face, making him look much more approachable.

[Blackening value -10, current blackening value is 75. 】

Chi Miaomiao was overjoyed, and replied: "Didn't I drink the soup made by Miss Hua for you? I thought it was not good, so I re-boiled it for you according to the taste of the soup."

Do it again to taste?
"Are you good at cooking?" Song Anyu asked.

Chi Miaomiao felt a little guilty about this question, rubbed his nose, "You can't kill yourself."

Song Anyu: "..."

He was suddenly frightened.

"Uncle Song, this is the soup that my mother worked hard all afternoon to make. If you don't drink it, I will be angry~"

Holding the kitchen knife, Xiaobai turned around to face Song Anyu.

The knife head was facing Song Anyu, as if there was a rhythm in which he would rush up and stab him to death if he refused to agree.

Song Anyu: "..."

He coughed a few times, then tentatively stepped forward and took away the kitchen knife in Xiao Bai's hand, "My hands must be sore after cutting vegetables for so long. Rest a while, I'll do it."

After regaining the kitchen knife, Song Anyu felt more at ease.

Xiaobai pouted, "I don't feel it's heavy. It's just that my hands are too small and I can't hold it."

Ghosts have no concept of weight.

Chi Miaomiao's soup had been simmering for more than five hours, which made Song Anyu wonder if there was any soup in the pot.

When she was about to open the air valve on the pressure cooker with her hands, Song Anyu's heart almost jumped out of her chest.

He is very fortunate now that there was no explosion at home when he came back.

"Get out! I'll serve you!"

He quickly pressed Chi Miaomiao's hand, and then drove her and Xiaobai out of the kitchen.

These two ghosts are quite smart, knowing that they are not good at cooking, they came to ruin his kitchen.

Song Anyu poured out soup, half a bowl for each person.

Why is it half a bowl.

Because the soup was really boiled dry, only half a bowl per person.

Chi Miaomiao and Xiaobai looked at each other, then pushed the half bowl of soup in front of them to Song Anyu.

Song Anyu, who was hesitating whether to drink soup or not, saw two more bowls of soup and subconsciously blurted out, "You really want to poison me?"

Let alone how the soup is cooked, it is something made by ghosts, can he eat it?

Chi Miaomiao was happy to cook soup for him himself.But you don't need to die to prove that you are happy, right?
"Uncle Song, you can drink it. Mom made it exactly according to the taste of Sister Hua's soup."

Chi Miaomiao nodded, "Yes. Remember to express your thoughts after drinking. I can report it to Miss Hua."

Song Anyu: "..."

Being stared at by two ghosts, does he have a chance to escape?

Obviously not.

Song Anyu, who had no power to restrain the chicken, could only maintain his usual calm attitude, nodded expressionlessly, and then drank the three and a half bowls of poisonous chicken soup expressionlessly.

He was very particular about what he drank, he drank it while holding his breath, and he didn't feel panting at all halfway through, and he just drank three and a half bowls.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Seeing Song Anyu drinking so vigorously, Chi Miaomiao couldn't help but look forward to his evaluation.

Xiaobai looked at Song Anyu with a smile on his cheek, "Uncle Song, have you felt my mother's deep love?"

(End of this chapter)