The villain's non-scientific feeding plan

It was okay when he didn't say it, but Chang Xiao didn't want to sleep with Meng Zhe anymore.

He took a walk with Meng Zhe at night. It was winter, and an uncultivated person walking in the bamboo forest would have turned into a sculpture of ice long ago. Meng Zhe couldn't help but kept watching him secretly, making his ears turn red. And Mozun is a mentally handicapped person who has never been in a relationship. He thought Chang Xiao was frozen red, and the wind barrier was covered with layers.

"Stop." Chang Xiao became furious, and grabbed Meng Zhe's wrist, "I'm not cold, don't get confused."

Meng Zhe thought he was being careful, but unexpectedly he was caught, so he reached out to test Chang Xiao's face, "Isn't it cold? But it's red from the cold."

I don't know if human skin has anything to do with the cat's fur color. The Taoist chief's original complexion is pink and white. When he blushed, it was obvious as if he was drunk. He waved Meng Zhe's hand away, walked two steps quickly, and said "It's late at night, go back to sleep."

In most cases, Mozun is quite reasonable, but this time Meng Zhe didn't even think about it, so he pressed the Dao Chang on the spot where he was about to run. Chang Xiao looked back at him, but he didn't speak, and started to look around. , rambling "You see the night is so beautiful tonight, the night is long, we might as well do something else."

He looked serious, "Shall we eat Daifuku?"

Chang Xiao shook off his hand, his eyes widened.

But the Mozun said this time to eat the big blessings, referring to the real big blessings.

Perhaps because the founder of the dynasty, Jianxian, is a foodie with cat problems, the food industry in Kyoto is extremely developed. Meng Zhe glanced at the market in the evening and found many substitutes similar to condensed milk and cornstarch in the 21st century. He pulled Chang Xiao went to the night market and confessed to him.

"Daifu is indeed a kind of food, sweet and soft, I will make it for you."

He muttered softly, "Am I named by a god? I chose the name from the first impression, but it turned out to be all three characteristics. It's amazing."

Chang Xiao reacted for a long time before he understood what he said in the second sentence.

He had an incredulous expression on his face, as if he couldn't figure out how the Demon Venerable said such shameless words in a serious manner, and was speechless for a while: "You...you!"

Congratulations, the Taoist leader finally sees through the natural evil factors under Meng Zhe's steel-bar straight man's coat, and he asks: "You said you eat... Dafu, did you mean it on purpose?"

Meng Zhe didn't do it on purpose. After all, there are too many gossips in the 21st century. His mouth is naturally good at spreading his wings on the edge of provocation. He didn't think about it when he opened his mouth. Retracted from the edge of the border.

He complained, "How is it possible, am I that bad?"

Chang Xiao "..."

He lost.

Although Sword Immortal has thick eyebrows and big eyes, now the evidence is convincing that he is a cat lover and sweet food lover, and his whole body exudes a masculine aura. Under his rule, Meng Zhe bought the needed ingredients without any effort.

Then Mozun placed the Taoist priest outside the kitchen, and began to poke Huayu himself: "Tune the largest learning website in China."

Huayu looked confused, "Mock? Can a mock teach you how to be a great fortune?"

Meng Zhe hates iron but not steel, "I said station B."

Huayu's huge database has everything that one expects to find. Although he can't connect to the Internet now, he can transfer the data before the time travel, which can be regarded as a super-large storage hard disk with an unknown capacity.

Meng Zhe, a kitchen novice, intends to learn and sell now. He rolled up his sleeves, and he has completed the first step of a standard chef.

Seeing Huayu frozen in place, Meng Zhe was dissatisfied with "the country's largest video learning website B station, haven't you heard of college students graduating from B station? A year of [-] class hours, the average learning amount can go around the classroom twice, from children From English to quantum mechanics, from basic physics to Feng Shui metaphysics, from getting started to entering the soil, everything you can expect is easy to deceive... Hurry up, send me a Dafu learning video."

Huayu: "...Oh."

However, Meng Zhe overestimated his cooking skills, and underestimated the difficulty of small desserts.

Huayu doesn't have a display screen, so he can't show him the video directly, so he can only dictate: "Well, cornstarch plus that, bastard white, and then that..."

——These two cobblers, one is an internet writer with a mixed background, and the other is a communication rookie whose culinary highlights are only limited to instant noodles. They actually plan to work together to make food...Meng Zhe seems to be able to imagine the goddess of culinary arts Hestia rolled her eyes reservedly, and told them "noway" viciously

Chang Xiao was fidgeting at the door, not without worry in his heart.

Last time Mozun took a bath and almost killed himself, but this time he cooks food, will he kill himself...to death?

——I probably won’t do it to death, but it’s still possible to burn it to death.

After a few more cups of tea, he couldn't sit still anymore, knocked on the door, and was afraid of hurting the demon's fragile self-esteem, so he could only ask "Are you okay?"

Seeing the mess in front of him, Meng Zhe couldn't help sighing, and said, "I seem to have failed, would Dafu be willing to come in and help me do it?"

What he said was too thought-provoking.

Chang Xiao began to grit his back molars.

Meng Zhela opened the door, smiled at Chang Xiao, then bowed slightly, imitating the deacon in the Middle Ages and saluted, and changed his words: "Honorable Mr. Chang Xiao, I have encountered some troubles, would you like to help me?" Do you want to be a big fortune?"

No one could refuse the gentleman's request from the narrow-waisted, long-legged and pretty-faced Mozun, even Chang Xiao knew vaguely that it was a wolf with a big tail in a gentleman's coat.

Then he was dragged to the console by Mr. Deacon in a daze.

Fortunately, Meng Zhe had prepared enough materials. Even though he had gone through it, there was still a lot of surplus. Meng Zhe reported the method and sequence to him. Chang Xiao sighed and started directly.

He washed his fingers with clean water, and Meng Zhe was beside him, and he could see the water rolling over his fingertips drop by drop, and scattered in all directions, turning into splashing and chaotic beads.

When he stirred the milk and starch, his fingertips exerted strength, his knuckles protruded, and the shape was beautiful. Even when he put the paste into the steamer, he lowered his eyebrows and carefully looked at the floating particles. Bubbles, the eyelashes were warmed yellow by the stove fire, glowing with a layer of glass-colored light.

Meng Zhe's Adam's apple began to roll unconsciously.

He lowered his eyes hastily, holding a pair of chopsticks, his hands like the wind, turning into a ruthless egg-beating machine.

Perhaps a rigorous and serious person like Chang Xiao is naturally more talented in cooking than Meng Zhe.He scooped a large spoonful of Meng Zhe's cream, mixed it with condensed milk and stirred it well, then put in half a chopped fresh strawberry, then wrapped it in the pie crust, watched it turn into round balls, and poked it with his hands After poking it, the troubled dumpling swayed to the left and right, and then looked up at Meng Zhe proudly.

"It's not difficult, it's very simple."

He pushed the plate towards Meng Zhe's hand, "Repay?"

Meng Zhe doesn't want to eat Dafu anymore, he wants to eat Dafu.

But this kind of situation is too insignificant after all, Meng Zhe took a dumpling to save face, poked it on his hand, and asked Chang Xiao, "Well, can you change into a cat?"

Chang Xiao blinked "?"

——What kind of ghost request is this?

Meng Zhe clasped his hands together, "Can you satisfy the shit shoveler's wish?"

Chang Xiao hesitated and said cautiously, "What are you doing?"

Meng Zhe, "Smith is kind, please."

Chang Xiao took a step back.

After a while, he sighed under Meng Zhe's earnest eyes, and said helplessly, "Forget it, it's not the first time anyway."

So with a bang, a snow-white dumpling appeared in Meng Zhe's arms.

He put the Daifuku on the table, and then placed the Daifuku next to him in a circle.Maomao’s food has been so good recently that it has grown up visibly with the naked eye. With its snow-white fluffy fur and his confused expression for no reason, it has become a big ball among a bunch of small balls. He swiped his tail in dissatisfaction. Looking at Meng Zhe, it was like asking, "What the hell are you doing?"

Meng Zhe covered his face: "I want a mobile phone very much now. I have never wanted a mobile phone so much."

Chang Xiao "?"

Huayu "?"

Meng Zhe: "I want to take pictures, I want to record videos, I want to post on Moments, and I want to post on Weibo."

Chang Xiao "?"

Huayu "...the host, stop dreaming, wake up, the ants have traveled through the world for ten years."

Meng Zhe: "I'm so lonely, why no one shares my joy."

Chang Xiao didn't know why, but it didn't affect him. He was angry and annoyed. He straightened his upper body and stepped on Meng Zhe's foot, then walked away with his clothes in his mouth.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Oh, there's more to come, don't forget