Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

After playing Doudizhu for about half an hour, Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun couldn't bear the hunger, and after bidding farewell to Luochuan, they went out for food.

Luo Chuan stretched after standing up, and began to look forward to what Yao Ziyan would cook at noon.

The unknown is often the most anticipated.

Just like the two-dimensional card drawing game, you never know which wife will be drawn next.

There seems to be something wrong, but that's what it means.

Luo Chuan thought for a while, and was about to go to the kitchen to see what he might be able to help.

But just as he was about to leave the hall, a dull explosion sounded faintly, and judging from the direction of the sound...

It seems to be the location of the kitchen.

So what did Yao Ziyan do?

Wait, maybe it wasn't made by Yao Ziyan. Just now he seemed to see Yao Ziyue also followed Yao Ziyan.

Luo Chuan was going to take a look.

The waiters in Xuefeng Pavilion had already taken it off, and there was no such thing as gathering around in the past.

Anyway, I can't eat it anyway, why come here?

Luo Chuan was walking in the corridor leading to the kitchen, and the tempting smell of food was faintly wafting in the air, and he felt even more hungry.

If you discern it carefully, you can faintly distinguish a little weird smell.

It's like something is scorched.

Hmm... So what did Yao Ziyue do?

As a sister, Yao Ziyue is not at the extremes of Yao Ziyan's cooking skills, right?

Luochuan is very curious.

After all this crazy thinking, I finally came to the kitchen, and there was a vague conversation coming from the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Hehe, this is my own creation. Grandpa Xu praised me for a long time."

"Um, are you sure you are complimenting..."

Luo Chuan pushed open the open door and walked into the kitchen. At a glance, he saw the figures of Yao Ziyan and Yao Ziyue, as well as a plate visiting in front of them...

It's a dark, indistinct thing.

The burnt smell in the air is stronger.

"Boss, you are here." Yao Ziyue trot over happily.

Luochuan suddenly had a bad feeling.

Is he too late to leave now?

"You may not believe it, I'm just passing by here and take a look. I have to leave beforehand."

"Don't leave in a hurry-try the food I made before leaving."

Luo Chuan was pulled to the table by the demon Ziyue, staring at the unidentified objects on the dinner plate entangledly.

This thing is called food?

Luo Chuan pondered the words: "I think you might have a misunderstanding about food?"

Take a look at the things made by Yao Ziyan next to them. They are all in color, fragrance, and taste. They are completely the kind of three bowls of rice that can be eaten just by smelling the taste.

Yao Ziyan had a faint smile on her face and did not speak.

"Although it's a bit of a failure, it must belong to the category that can be eaten!" Yao Ziyue promised vowedly.

If you can eat, you can eat, but can you say otherwise?

"What are you doing?" Luo Chuan was stuffed with a pair of chopsticks in the hands of Yao Ziyue.

"Roasted fish." Yao Ziyue replied happily, and then added in a low voice, "It's just a little burnt, but it has little effect."

"A little bit? Grilled?" Luo Chuan used his chopsticks to poke the unknown substance called grilled fish by Yao Ziyue. "Perhaps it is the reason of cultural differences. I generally call this situation carbonization."

"Ha, haha, don't care about these details."

"I seemed to hear an explosion just now." Luo Chuan thought of the sound he heard in the lobby.

"Explosion? This should be it." Yao Ziyan pointed to a pile of debris in the corner, with faint residual spiritual power constantly escaping from it.

"what is that?"

"Magic Array, Ziyue uses that one to heat the grilled fish, and also said that it can improve the taste and flavor."

"...I am ignorant..."

The grilled fish in front of me...what is called grilled fish, in Luochuan's opinion, does not belong to the category of food, so it is really edible?

Luochuan is skeptical.

"Have you tasted it?" Luo Chuan turned to look at Yao Ziyue.

"Of course not." Yao Ziyue replied naturally, "I did this deliberately. Only the boss can taste it first."

"...It's really an honor."

Luo Chuan sighed softly and made a decision in his heart.

What's scary, isn't it just a taste?

He can even eat Poison Pill as a snack. Does he need to be afraid of an ordinary food?

It seems to have nothing to do with ordinary.

Forget it, this is not important, and Yao Ziyan was also here when Yao Ziyue was made, so there won't be any problems.

Luo Chuan squeezed the chopsticks in his hand, rummaged through the grilled fish, barely found some parts that looked like fish, and then sent it to his mouth to savor it.

Yao Ziyue looked at Luochuan expectantly.

Yao Ziyan thought for a while, silently came to the side and poured a glass of water for Luochuan.

Luochuan: "..."

Luo Chuan: "Cough cough cough..."

He only felt a smell that was difficult to describe in words burst out from the tip of his tongue, and it flowed to the limbs and skeletons in a very short time, and every cell in his body was making a protest.

It has almost reached the one-hundredth, no, one-tenth of the taste of the fruit that the system provides to purify the soul.

Yao Ziyan handed the cup to Luochuan.

"Boss, how does it taste?" Yao Ziyue looked expectantly, and the boss's response was definitely beyond his expectations.

To be honest, if it wasn't for familiarity, Luo Chuan even thought that Yao Ziyue had come to murder him.

"In the moment just now, I seemed to see Asathos." Luo Chuan took a deep breath and said quietly.

"A...what?" Yao Ziyue was puzzled, Luo Chuan always said strange words that they couldn't understand.

Yao Ziyan also looked at Luo Chuan curiously, waiting for his next words.

"It's the **** of cooking who protects you." Luo Chuan put down his chopsticks, and he suddenly became less hungry.

"Well, is this complimenting me?" Yao Ziyue immediately became happy, "but boss, didn't you say that you don't know a **** before, what's the matter with this **** of cooking?"

"Don't worry about these details." Luo Chuan shook his head, drank the water in the cup, then patted Yao Ziyue on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "You have to taste something for yourself in the future."

Fortunately, his body is considered to be invincible, so I don't know what it will cause if I change it to someone else.

But having said that, Yao Ziyue seems quite talented in refining poison.

Yao Ziyue thought about it for a while and took a pair of chopsticks, casually clipped a piece and put it in his mouth: "I feel that what I made is pretty good, it tastes..."

The expression on her face froze, and she was silent for a few seconds. It seemed that she had made a lot of determination to swallow what was in her mouth and said the following words.

"pretty good……"

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