God's Palette

Because they all used milk for breakfast, and there is always something to soak in the milk, such as cereal, bread and the like.But after sucking the milk, the things soaked in it will always slump, and then sink into the depths of the milk. These drowned foods obviously lack aesthetic feeling, and it is ugly to take pictures.

But if there is a layer of gelatin backing, they will naturally not sink.And the white glue that pretends to be milk is not the kind of liquid that is easily absorbed.Therefore, the shot is rich in color and full of food.

"I'm starting to wonder... What else is there?"

"Do I want to eat these things later?"

"I saw shoe polish..."

"--that's for rubbing meat." Looking back at the shoe polish, Chef Cuckoo explained casually, "Some meat doesn't look juicy and tender if it's cooked. So the meat used for photos, In order to maintain the freshness and tenderness, it will only be slightly overcooked, making it a blue ripeness...it is more raw than medium-rare."

"...Can this be eaten?"

"Of course not, so food photographers are the worst human beings. In short, this kind of raw meat will be mixed with soy sauce and shoe polish, and painted with a brush to camouflage mature meat. And polished shoe polish, It also creates that juicy texture, get it?"

Leier has already imagined what kind of hell Xia Xun will create next to keep her.

"...I want to go home." She wiped her face and began to miss her home. If she had known, she would not have come out to make money.

In such an atmosphere, finally there was a voice that broke the silence, it was Zhuan Zhuan.The little girl was sweating profusely, and finally came back with a bag of things.But seeing Xia Xun's serious appearance, she suddenly felt that she hadn't made the trip in vain, and she had caught up!

"Everything you need is...all here..."

She put down her things to wipe her sweat, sat cross-legged at the door panting, and was waiting for Brother Xun to praise her.

But Xia Xun just nodded to her, smiled, gave her a thumbs up, and it was gone... This hit Zhuan Zhuan's tired heart.Even if this is not in the animation, but everyone is a two-dimensional person who likes to watch animation. Normally, the members of Yeshe would say something lame, such as "Kuyou", "Yoxi", she thought Xia Xun would also say something like "Welcome back"...

"Brother Xun...I..."

"You brother Xun is playing the game of 'Don't talk today'."

It was Mian Yu who beckoned to her, calling her over as if comforting his own child.The twitter team among the girls, and a carefree turn would be perfect.And Zhuan Zhuan is a person who knows photography, and she will be able to act as a commentary when watching Xia Xun's various operations next.

Zhuan Zhuan was surprised, but still heeded Mian Yu's call, trotted over and squeezed into the crowd.

Seeing her coming, Mian Yu immediately asked: "Turn around, what is your brother Xun doing now? What is she cutting the express box for?"

"I do not know……"

Zhuan Zhuan was left with a question mark, what is the situation now?But as she walked, she suddenly saw some extremely tempting food on the table.Like those sauce dishes, the color is amazing, just looking at it makes me feel full.

Her little tongue flew across her lips, leaving a little bit of saliva.

That's a sign of appetite.

At the same time, she looked around, thinking that this should be the sauce prepared by Chef Cuckoo himself, waiting to be served.Her fist also loosened, and a little finger quietly stuck out from her sleeve.

Just try a little bit, you shouldn't be scolded, right?she thought so.I worked so hard to run outside all morning, thinking that no one even handed me my saliva when I came back, so it is right to earn some benefits by self-sufficiency!

So, she stretched out her little finger like a dragonfly on the water, and quickly dipped it in the most delicious-looking ketchup.

"……change--"

"do not……"

"Damn..."

But that little finger has already sent the ketchup into the mouth, and the tongue has even begun to lick.The taste felt by the taste buds exploded together with the voices from the mouths of the three.

"—Don't eat it, it's fake."

"...Eat, kid, don't put that in your mouth."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha, this silly dwarf, laughed at the old lady, why didn't I open a live broadcast, 666666."

Zhuanzhuan frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.Although she didn't know why these people looked at her with strange eyes, and even laughed at her.But... the feeling of the tongue is wrong, this... this taste is too strange... What is this?

A strange force began to trace back in her mind.

That is……

Yes, when I was a kid—it was when I was still in kindergarten.

"Damn it, why is this a crayon???" The shameful memories exploded in my mind, creating a connection, making Zhuan Zhuan's eyes widen, his mouth wide open, and his red tongue sticking out, like a dog dissipating heat. face aggrieved.

"...How do you know it's a crayon???" After watching the whole process, Xia Xun, who was holding back his laughter, finally couldn't help shouting.

"I... I also ate it when I was a child..."

Chapter 185: The Plan

Sorrow clouded over Zhuan Zhuan's face.

It was supposed to steal some delicious sauces and taste the craftsmanship of a famous chef, but it turned out to be stained with blood red... This is all the damn crayon paint, her little tongue is not a drawing paper , shouldn't have been tortured like this.

Turning around and sighing, he observed his tongue with the front camera of the mobile phone. Leaving aside the mixed and strange smell in his mouth, this tongue was the color of blood, as if the kiss was too intense and was bitten.Fortunately, she came to Haishi to study alone, otherwise she would be beaten by her own father and couldn't get out of bed for three days.

Worse yet - no one cared about her.

Leier exploded with enthusiasm, and stared at Xia Xun: "Brother Xun, you...you talked! This is a breach of contract, hurry up, let me go, I don't want to step into your assistant... Hahahaha . . . . . . . . . . .

"You don't need to eat, you just sit there and take a picture."

"No, I feel very dangerous. This is completely inconsistent with what you said before. Fortunately, I came here with a bag of clothes, and it seems that there is no chance for me to change. I always feel that you have a conspiracy." And, she already has It's harvested, the photo of the vegetable garden alone is of sufficient standard.

No need to be here anymore with a bunch of shitty fake food.

This is called accepting as soon as you see it.