[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

At midnight, something unexpected happened in Honmaru's kitchen.

A small figure—only one meter tall by visual inspection—quietly opened the door to the kitchen. His movements looked quite skilled, as if he had done it countless times.

And his goal, of course, is to place the ingredients on the cooking table and bring them here in advance for tomorrow's breakfast.

"Wow~"

PIKAPIKA with big amber eyes, the little star fell all over the floor: "As expected, it is something my father personally selected, and the quality is really perfect."

father?Or "my dad"?

Candlestick, who was hidden in the dark, frowned slightly. Why didn't he know when Honmaru had a half-grown child, and it sounded like it was the blood left by the insiders of Honmaru... No, the whole thing revealed a weirdness. Isn't it really a joke that Sangshen can still have offspring?

He regards the kitchen as a candlestick in the area he controls, and has long since discovered traces of ingredients being tampered with, but he keeps his doubts in his heart. In daily conversations with other people, he believes that the prisoner cannot be the same The partner of the sword, then, would only be an outsider.

There is an outsider in the Honmaru where I am?

This possibility is zero.

Therefore, after finding out the law of the ingredients being tampered with, Candlestick cut simply picked an auspicious day.

After finishing the day's work, as usual, he put the wipes into a box and placed them in a corner of the living room, washed, read and rested in his usual order.

Then after an hour, he opened his eyes, quietly put on his pajamas, and left through the window to the kitchen.

That little figure didn't realize that he was being watched at all, he hummed Qing Guang's debut single, pulled out something from his waist, and carefully cut the pork belly.

"This ratio of fat and thin is probably the most perfect in the world."

The proud praise and the unaffected tone made Candlestick's doubts deepen.

If this is really an enemy, it is probably also a brainless enemy.

"Crack", Candlestick Cut turned on the kitchen light.

"Kang Dang", that is the crisp sound of the kitchen knife falling to the ground.

"Me, me, you, you, you... wait, wait!"

The dark-green-haired child directly squatted down with his head in his arms. With this movement, all kinds of spatulas hanging around his waist clattered. The candlestick checked the weight with his eyes. Even if it was carried by an adult, it would be considered heavy. .

"who are you?"

The child looked at Candlestick Cut very nervously: "It's me, it's me, don't you really know me?"

Taidao is condescending: "I don't think it is necessary for me to know you."

"Wow--!"

A loud cry came from the kitchen, directly waking up the whole of Honmaru, and everyone walked out with their clothes on, not knowing what happened, so they simply followed the cry to find it.

Then I saw the picture of Candlestick holding a child in his arms and trying to comfort him. As the saying goes, the bystanders are clear, and the Fusangshen could see something was wrong at a glance.

That child is clearly not much different from Candlestick Kirito in the state of a young child. If the white uniform on his body is changed, isn't it the Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's battle uniform?Moreover, the atmosphere between the two is quite harmonious, and the little child's way of keeping handsome even if he cries is even more familiar.

"father."

The child sobbed for a long time, and yelled at the candlestick aggrievedly.

"father?!"

The Fusangshen exclaimed instead of candlesticks.

"I never expected that the best husband in the hearts of thousands of girls would have such a big son at such a young age."

The dining room was temporarily turned into a meeting hall. Everyone sat around, and in the center was Candlestick Cut and his freshly baked son. When he introduced himself, he said his name was Bailian.

"Oh~" The reaction of everyone was meaningful, "I don't know who the mother of this child is."

The color of the eyes is close to that of the candlestick, but the hair is dark green and looks more vigorous, but no one doubts the blood relationship between them, just looking at that face, they have already regarded this child as a godson.

"I think you're overthinking it." Candlestick squeezed the space between his brows, "Bai Lian is the name of the kitchen knife I personally forged, it's probably the same as Honmaru's turntable, it has absorbed enough spiritual energy to transform into form. "

Eating the snack stuffed by the short knife, Bai Lian nodded humbly.

"That's right, I am the kitchen knife forged by my father." He smiled handsomely, obviously quite proud of his identity, "My father forged so many knives by himself, but I was the first one to succeed. , and also the one that stayed with my father the longest and stayed by his side.”

"And so far, I'm the only one who has successfully transformed into a human being."

"So cute."

Qing Guang spoke out what everyone was thinking on behalf of everyone. He stroked Bai Lian's little head and asked softly, "Does Bai Lian want to be with Candlestick Chee, or do he want to live alone?"

"There are a lot of spare rooms in Honmaru, and you can even build one according to your wishes."

Bai Lian hugged Candlestick Cut's arm tightly: "I want to be with my father."

So from the second day on, there was a little tail behind Zhu Keqie's back, and he never left.

Candlestick cutting cooks, he has to step on a small bench and stand beside him, and do his best to help, perhaps because the body is a kitchen knife, he even has a higher talent than candlestick cutting in terms of handling ingredients, and he can use it with a wave of his hand. A whole cow is unloaded.

But he still has a rather troublesome problem, that is, after he transformed, Candlestick Che refused to continue to use Bailian (chopper version) to cook.

"When we fight, we are holding our own body, right." Candlestick cut the explanation very reasonable, "But have you ever fought with someone else's body?"

"Or do you give yourself to someone else and let someone else hold you?"

Fu Sangshen, who is also the incarnation of a sword, immediately understood the embarrassment of cutting a candlestick. Holding Bailian to cook, there is always a subtle feeling of chopping a child's head on the chopping board, and this feeling is like tarsal maggots , cannot be eliminated at all.

"Then there's no way."

Candlestick refused to budge an inch, Bai Lian had to accept the reality with tears, he quietly hid the other knives that Candlestick made by himself, and replaced them with ordinary ones that can be bought on the market. You can't use the posture of other brothers (let's say).

In this regard, Candlestick Cut can only accept it.

Time flies, and in an environment with sufficient spiritual power, Bai Lian grows up every year like a normal child. Although it is a bit slow, on the 65th anniversary of his transformation, he finally grew to the height that a teenager should have. Only half a head shorter than his father.

"It's ready to serve."

Candlestick shook his wrist, and the dishes in the iron pot were spinning in the air. Bai Lian, who was holding a plate next to him, caught them smoothly. He also placed the carved radish flowers on it to make the dishes look delicious and fragrant. all available.

"As soon as I come back from outside, I don't want to go out anymore." Bailian felt a little bit of resentment, "No matter how good a place is, there is not enough aura here, and the quality of the ingredients raised is not at the same level. When can you bring one with you?" Just go out with a small back mountain.”

"Let's see how you performed in the Chef King Competition this time."

Candlestick Che patted Bai Lian on the shoulder and asked him to stand beside him: "Perhaps if the Lord is happy, he can satisfy your unrealistic wish."

"real or fake?"

Bai Lian, who has the attitude of a young man, is equally lively: "If Lord Cangli can really satisfy my wish, I will definitely set up a sign for him in the house, burn incense every day, and pay him a good-bye."

"No, don't give me this kind of treatment."

The corner of Cang Li's mouth twitched, feeling that Bai Lian's brain was gradually giving up in the process of growing up: "Why did you come back so fast this time, didn't you make an appointment to go to the snow mountain to find ingredients?"

"Jing Huan, he..."

"Grandpa Lan is not in good health. After Dad and I sent him home, we came back first."

Little Totoro was stunned for a moment: "That's it... Calculate the time, your friend will be a hundred years old."

On humans, this age is also quite rare.

"Can you still hold on?" Candlestick cut a little depressed, "Although Bai Lian and I search for medicinal materials that can prolong life for him every year, and the ingredients in this pill are delivered regularly, he still can't hold on."

The passage of time left almost no imprints on them, but it was getting heavier and heavier on the bodies of ordinary people. Even though Lan Jinghuan forced his body to go out with them, his body could no longer bear the fatigue , He fell down before reaching the snow mountain.

"...But as long as we live, we will be able to see each other one day."

Seeing his father getting more and more depressed, Bai Lian quickly comforted him: "The Celestial Dynasty is a reincarnation system. Grandpa Lan has done so many good deeds, promoted the development of the Celestial Chefs Association, and restored so many ancient recipes. It is a great merit, and I will definitely be able to have another good pregnancy."

"At that time, just find him again and become friends with him again!"

"Right?"

He winked at Cangli, knowing that his father had only a few friends, and Grandpa Lan was the one with the longest lifespan. Every time a friend was sent away, Bai Lian always cheered up to take care of his father. With a fragile heart, I am afraid that this uncle will accidentally take the wrong path of committing suicide.

"That's right." Cang Li's eyes lit up, "Speaking of which, I seem to have a little friendship with the person in charge of the reincarnation over there, so it wouldn't be difficult to ask him to reveal a little bit about Lan Jinghuan's reincarnation location."

"Right, right." Bai Lian stroked his little heart, "I knew you, sir, are supernatural, and you can definitely come up with a perfect method."

"Then you have to work hard in this hegemony competition. Anyway, you are also the disciple of the god-level chef Candlestick Kiri who defeated the dark cooking world decades ago. If you lose face for us, you will not be allowed to return to Honmaru for a year. gone."

"Yes—hey! Don't!"

Lasagna tears hung on Bai Lian's face: "If I don't go back to the back mountain and feel the rare ingredients running around casually, I will definitely die, definitely will die."

Really.

Candlestick looked at Bai Lian's playful look, and couldn't help laughing. He knocked on the other person's head and asked him to chop vegetables quickly: "Who gave you such an uncool and unrestrained behavior?"

"No, my Bailian is still as handsome as ever, and this will never change."

In a second, he switched to a handsome guy's style, and the smile on his face was a little more relaxed and joyful than the one on the candlestick: "And I will definitely win the championship and let everyone know that I am from Bailian again. The end of reincarnation is back hahahaha."

It seems that this child is still angry at the original rumors about Candlesticks disappearing after Bai Lian won the Dark Cuisine World.

"However." Candlestick cut's smile deepened, "If you reveal the truth that you are a kitchen knife, then you don't have to come back."

Bai Lian leaned on the cooking table and put on a pose that best showed his long legs: "I'm your own son, Dad, so I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake."

Candlestick Cut: Really?

Maybe so.