[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Knowing that my friend's father is coming to play at home, I prepared a lot very carefully.How to deal with elders' visits is the first step in examining character, etiquette and upbringing. Chinese people are very particular about this, so I should be sure to be foolproof no matter what.

A few days later, when I was about to entertain guests, what I saw was Feng's slightly confused face.

"No... I'm not talking about coming to your house to play," Feng pursed his soft lips, and it seemed that he wanted to laugh, but he held back and said to me patiently, "I'm talking about visiting It means... do you still remember the letter about the war?"

I held the spatula, thought about it, and recalled it instantly: "I remember. But it has been thrown into the trash can and sent to be incinerated. Do you want to take it back?"

wind:"……"

Feng carefully chooses words: "This is not..."

I looked at the wind standing outside the door, and was not very surprised by this incident.From the first time I met him, I could see that he was not an ordinary person. The strength of his muscles and the scars on his hands showed that he had experienced extraordinary cultivation. In addition, he was a Chinese. Coming to Sicily at this time, all of this coincides with the person who requested the challenge from Mr. Nairo.

However, according to the other party's gentle and friendly personality, it doesn't look like the type who will take the initiative to challenge others... Ah, I understand.I seemed to understand something, and nodded secretly in my heart—the Skylark family has been fighting mad for generations.How should I put it, she really deserves to be the school belle... Uh no, the chairman's father.

At this time, Feng finally seemed to have chosen his words carefully, and said politely: "Sorry, I didn't think well. May I ask if my appointment has caused you any trouble?"

I blinked and replied, "No."

It's just that according to the old habit, throw it into the garbage bag and then throw it into the garbage bin downstairs for recycling. It's not troublesome at all.

Feng carefully looked at the expression on my face, and asked seriously, "Then why don't you accept my challenge?"

I tilted my head: "...?"

"Challenging the strong people from all over the world is an important test that my master gave me. And defeating the world's number one killer is my last test," he continued earnestly, "Although I didn't expect that the world's number one The killer will be a little girl, and Master has never mentioned this, but I have never taken it lightly. If you have any reason why you cannot fight, can you tell me?"

I:"……"

I finally understand.I nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

The wind said gently: "Please speak."

"Because I'm not the number one killer in the world." I replied with no expression on my face.

Feng was slightly taken aback: "...?"

"You have misunderstood the person. The person you want to challenge is not me." Facing the suspicious eyes of the other party, I had no choice but to explain again, "The person you want to challenge is not at home now. If you want to challenge him, you can wait for him to come back Besides—although I don’t think he will agree to it.”

Hearing this, Feng's fair and handsome face was slightly pink, and he showed a look of embarrassment, his lowered eyes were like jade soaked in warm water - only when he looked closely, Although the appearance is completely similar, his eyes are slightly different from the school beauty... er no, Chairman.There was a slight reddish brown in his eyes, and under the reflection of the light, there was a warm and beautiful light.

"Sorry, it was my negligence," Feng gave me a slightly guilty look, "I caused you trouble."

I shook the spatula and said, "No..."

At this moment, the sound of an explosion came from the kitchen.

Feng immediately followed the sound and looked in the direction of the kitchen. Seeing that I was standing motionless at the door, completely unresponsive, he couldn't help but said, "Something seems to have happened in the kitchen...won't you go and see?"

"Maybe the pot exploded again," I said calmly with a normal face, "It's a small scene, please don't worry about it."

Feng said to me with an expression of "even so, but I really care about it", "fried... pot?"

"Well, because I'm going to receive guests, I'm wondering if I should make something better to eat..." I moved my wrist, and the shiny spatula in my hand also shook slightly. I couldn't help but He said with some distress, "But I don't know why, the things I used always blow up for no reason... Ah, is it because everything I touch turns into a bomb?"

Feng pursed his lips, with a smile on his face: "...I don't think this should be the problem."

I find it a bit strange: "What is that for?"

Feng didn't answer, but changed the subject, simply avoided the question, and said, "Well... maybe I can help, and I'll take care of the kitchen."

To describe the tragedy of the kitchen as "a mess everywhere" would be an understatement.

A large pile of egg shells was scattered on the cooking table and the ground. Vegetables, washed and unwashed, were all piled up randomly. Black smoke billowed from the stove, and the fried pot was twisted out of shape. It also turned into a scorched black mass, and failed works in various strange colors were piled up from the cooking counter in the kitchen to the dining table outside. These are the results of my morning and half afternoon.No matter how you look at me, I am too strong.

Feng scanned the kitchen carefully with his calm eyes, then rolled up his red long sleeves, revealing his smooth, muscular forearms, and tidied up the chaotic kitchen in a short while.

"Okay," he opened the refrigerator, glanced at the remaining ingredients, and turned to ask me kindly, "What do you want to eat?"

I said politely, "Prepare it however you like," I added solemnly, "Don't worry, I can eat anything."

Feng smiled, and said, "Just take it as an apology for the previous misunderstanding. You're welcome, just say it."

"...Uh, can anything be okay?"

"Please feel free."

I thought about it and said, "Fried rice with squid feet and strawberry sauce with milk."

wind:"……"

“Spaghetti with Pepper Milk.”

"..."

"Chocolate Milk Potato Skins with Blueberry Sauce."

"..."

"Let's think about it, ah, and—"

"Please wait a moment," Feng gently interrupted me to announce the darker dish name, and asked, "Why is it all milk?" He paused, and said in a guessing tone, "Do you like to drink milk? "

I shook my head and replied in a calm voice: "No, I can't say I like it or hate it. It's just that milk is more nutritious. Drinking milk can help you grow taller."

"Drinking alone is too inefficient. Adding milk to meals can effectively improve the efficiency of nutritional supplementation." I added solemnly.

"Although there is some truth in saying this," Feng took out various ingredients while listening, "but only under the action of sunlight can the nutrients in milk be converted into calcium. Compared with this, I still I also suggest that you exercise more—ah, are you interested in martial arts?"

Wushu refers to the kind of legendary Chinese Kung Fu that can catch bullets with bare hands?As soon as I thought of this, my expression froze, and I said seriously: "Yes. Rather, I am in awe."

Feng glanced at me, as if he knew that my thoughts were about to go astray, with a relaxed smile on his face: "Don't be so exaggerated. The so-called martial arts are just a way to keep fit, and It can make the body and mind more open, and you don't have to be bound by some complicated things... If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Really?" I asked expectantly, "Can you teach me to catch bullets with bare hands?"

"Uh, that's not what I meant, and it's not a simple matter..." Feng hesitated, as if he was thinking of what to say to dissuade me.However, facing my anxious gaze, the hesitation in his eyes quickly disappeared. He shook his head and smiled at me: "...Forget it, I will do my best."

"But on the other hand," Feng continued, "Let me decide today's cooking, is that okay?"

I nodded hurriedly: "Okay."

Just as he was about to start cooking, I suddenly thought of something and interrupted him: "Please wait a moment."

Feng looked puzzled. Under his gaze, I found another slightly larger apron from the locker.Seeing that he was holding things in both hands, I seemed to have no free time. I thought about it, then stood on tiptoe and put the apron on him, and then went around behind him, and tied the two laces into a beautiful bow.

"Okay," I looked at it for a while, and said with satisfaction, "Such a beautiful dress, if it gets dirty, it will be troublesome."

Feng lowered his beautiful eyes, looked at me, and didn't speak for a long time.After a while, he said politely, "Thank you."

"As a bonus," he smiled at me, his voice like water rolling over a jade stone, "I'll give you another soup. You want milk, don't you?"

…………

An hour and a half later, when Mr. Naru came back, he saw the scene where I was completely addicted to Chinese cuisine and could not extricate myself.

"What is this? Sweet and sour, delicious! I've never eaten this before... I understand that my life is complete at this moment."

"This is sweet and sour pork with pineapple. However, due to the difference in ingredients, the taste is somewhat different from the original one. If it is in Guangdong..."

"Is Uncle Feng a super chef from Guangdong?"

"If you don't need to call me 'uncle', there will be a dessert later."

"Is Mr. Feng a super chef from Guangdong?"

"A super chef...that was a few years ago. But there are indeed a lot of delicacies in Guangdong, do you want to come?"

"Yes! Please let me follow you back to Guangdong, Mr. Feng."

Naru: "..."

At this time, I saw Mr. Naru's figure, so I said in a tone of "Mr. Naru came back to grab food from me, what a pity", "Mr. Naru, you are back."

Nailu looked at me, then at the wind in front of me, and said in a cold voice, "Who is this person?"

I bit the sweet and sour pork in my mouth. Before I could speak, Mr. Feng answered the question first: "Hello. I wrote the previous letter. I hope I can compete with you."

"Competition?" Mr. Naru repeated the word in a slightly mocking tone, staring at him.

Feng has a humble attitude: "Yes."

"If that's all you want, that's fine." This time, Mr. Nairu unexpectedly agreed. He lowered the brim of his hat and said coldly, "Get out after the fight."

Mr. Naru's attitude is as bad as ever, and I'm used to it.However, Feng seemed to be meeting such a cold and blunt person for the first time, and the smile on his face faded a bit.

The atmosphere at the scene became vaguely tense, as if a silent trend was surging.

But at this moment, I was engrossed in staring at the last piece of sweet and sour pork, feeling very entangled in my heart.

Before I knew it, this was the last piece of sweet and sour pork.

Should I leave it to Mr. Naru?

Do you want to stay?

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Inexplicably, I feel that Master Feng should be from Cantonese. There are simply too many delicious things in Guangdong! ! !Guangdong has always been a gourmet mecca in my heart! ! !It’s not like we only have hot pot here [Is it not enough to have hot pot?

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