[Comprehensive master fate] On how to become a zombie king that everyone loves

Yelan decided to start with the most basic human emotions - likes and dislikes, and then choose the simplest one from all kinds of people and things - food.

Ye Lan is not very good at cooking, but he can't help but have a recipe in his head!

It is not accurate to the extent of how much salt and how much sauce to put, but as long as you can tell the palace chef about the taste you want and what ingredients you use, experienced chefs can prepare it by themselves, although The taste may not be the same as what Ye Lan thought, but the taste is still guaranteed.

It's also fortunate that King David didn't scum to the end. Even if he thought that Ye Lan would be futile, he was still working hard for his son after all. Treated as a VIP.

Therefore, Solomon was fortunate to see all kinds of strange dishes that would not appear in this era.

"How? Is it delicious?" Seeing Solomon swallowing the last bite of omelet rice, Ye Lan asked cautiously.

Solomon looked at Ye Lan and replied blankly: "It's delicious."

Pasta for Day Two: "Like it?"

"like."

On the third day, the salted egg porridge with lean meat could only be replaced because I didn’t know how to make preserved eggs: “Is it delicious?”

"tasty."

No matter what kind of meal or taste Ye Lan served, whether it was sweet or salty or spicy or sour, Solomon's answer could be summed up in two words - delicious.

Ye Lan thinks she can successfully find love for her child, but she doesn't think she will succeed on the first try.

"So, which of these dishes do you like the most?"

Sure enough, Solomon couldn't answer if it wasn't a black or white choice.

Solomon would answer delicious and like it, but it was all because of his "judgment" that if he answered this way, others would be happy, so he "should" answer this way.

"So, the answers these days are all your 'judgments'?"

"Yes, but what's the problem?" The answer that should have made people happy made Ye Lan feel lost. Solomon felt that he should update the database so that he could deal with similar situations in the future.

"...not a question, but I hope you can really give an answer based on what's in your heart."

"Heart? The heart doesn't have thoughts. The heart is just a mass of flesh that pushes the blood. Only the brain can think." Is it worthy of the wisdom given by God?At a young age, Solomon already knew the true functions of human organs.

"Heart is just a metaphor. I hope you can tell me your likes and dislikes based on your own feelings and will, not because you 'judge' that you 'should' answer that way."

"Why do you need to know my likes and dislikes? Whether I like it or hate it, I still have to eat the same food. After all, it is just a task to maintain my physiological functions."

Ye Lan sighed.

Eating, in his opinion, is a very happy thing. Filling the stomach full and enjoying the pleasure brought by the satiety is the greatest and simplest happiness in life.

But Solomon only regards eating as a task, which has nothing to do with emotion or will, just because of the needs of the body, so he does it. Thinking about it, even if it is a dark dish with horrible taste, as long as it is harmless to the body, he will also Eat it without blinking an eye.

Food battle, Ye Lansang, failed~

Next, Ye Lan decided to give Solomon Amway the people and things he likes—one is a cub, which Solomon himself is, skip it; Think it's worth a try.

Therefore, Yelan no longer tied her braids every day, but let her hair, which was whiter than frost and snow, sway in the wind, trying to make Solomon understand the beauty of long hair.

Obviously, Solomon and his brain circuits are not on the same line at all. Even if he notices that Yelan has changed his hairstyle, he doesn't care about the reason.

If you can't understand it by looking at it, then it's good to get in touch with it further.

Gently picked up Solomon's white hair hanging on his chest, and slowly and gently smoothed out the strands for him: "Your hair is so long and thick, it will be somewhat inconvenient to move around every day, right? It takes so much Tying will take time, so at least tie up the front part."

Yelan slowly showed Solomon step by step how to tie braids. At the same time, he tied the hair that often fell down and blocked his sight when he was reading into a beautiful three-strand braid. Finally, he put a self-made braid underneath. Fasten the small gold ring and it's done.

"Have you learned?"

Solomon nodded.

As expected of a child favored by God, he could braid the same braid in a decent way after only one reading, and Yelan, who was his first experimental product, didn't hurt much.

"Do you feel anything?"

"Feeling?" According to Solomon's understanding, there would be no special feeling when his hair was tied, so he shouldn't need to react.

"For example, do you think my hair is easy to touch? Do you want to touch it a few more times?" This is not Yelan's boasting. The softness of his hair has been jointly certified by Enkidu, Gilgamesh and Miamon of.

"will not."

Looking at the child immersed in the world of books again, Ye Lan couldn't help but wonder if her hair quality had deteriorated?

——No, it’s purely a different brain circuit.

I stretched out my hand and touched it a few times... Well, it still feels wonderful as always?

Fluffy fights, Ye Lansang, big failure~

Next, Yelan tried Solomon again and again with all kinds of beautiful things, such as gorgeous accessories, exquisite clothes, delicate flowers, and emerald green plants. However, again and again, Solomon got expressionless, "Should" answer.

Ye Lan was a little discouraged.

Apart from eating and resting to maintain his physiological functions, this child can only take the initiative to memorize the books that are thicker than bricks one after another in his mind, but this is not because he likes to read, Like knowledge, just to become a wise king, he needs to have the corresponding wisdom, he "should" study.

And Solomon didn't understand why this man kept asking him what he liked?

It doesn't make sense.

He knew that many people liked these beautiful things, but he couldn’t understand the feeling of liking and happiness; he didn’t need to understand, because his mission was only one—to become the king expected by God.

As the future king, Solomon believed that he must lead his people not to continue on the wrong path.

"You don't need to try to find something I would like, it will only be futile, so give up."

Yelan smiled: "I don't think so, there must be something—things that you can love from the bottom of your heart."

Yelan went to ask King David for instructions, hoping that he would agree to let him take Solomon on a trip.

King David agreed without hesitation, but he was a little puzzled: "You like children, and there are many lively, cute, laughing and coquettish ones. Why did you choose Solomon?"

From the boy's eyes, nothing can be seen, they are empty; when he looks at them, those eyes are like a mirror that is so clear that it can reflect all the ugliness of the person he sees. It can see through all the secrets of those it sees.

In those eyes, there are all kinds of things in the world, and the good and evil of human beings, but there is no color that belongs to Solomon.

What are you talking about about a child favored by God, huh...just a puppet without a soul and no ego.

Ye Lan shook her head: "There's no reason, it's just because we met... Yes, in my motherland, it's called that—this is my 'fate' with Solomon."

"'Fate'...?" King David chewed the words with deep connotations carefully, and left the room with slow steps.

Finally, a faint sigh came: "That child, I'll leave it to you..."

Ye Lan took Solomon to every inch of Israel.

I have seen the towering snow-capped mountains, the endless and gorgeous setting sun on the seashore, the bustle and prosperity of big cities and towns, and the deserted and lonely ruined villages.

I have seen people, seen the sky, and seen the earth.

I have seen the various forms of human life, seen the unpredictable situation in the sky, and seen the richness of everything on the earth.

I have seen the joy of joy, the anger of passion, the sorrow of sorrow, and the enthusiasm of music.

I have seen laughing and crying; I have seen happy laughs, painful laughs, hurt cries, and joyful cries.

I have seen life, I have seen death; I have seen the despair of suffering, and I have seen the hope of dying.

However, all these landscape emotions still did not, not even a tiny bit, bring even a slight touch like a mustard seed to Solomon's empty heart.

Even Yelan, five years of hard work has not yielded any results, and she can't help but feel a little depressed.

...no, he's not giving up, just kind of...

How should I put it...

...Yeah, just a little disappointed.

The author has something to say: less than [-] words...don't, don't hit the stupid author QAQ!!!

It would be weird not to have chapters here!!!

The stupid author saw an MMD with a little Solomon at station B, and he was directly covered in blood (-﹃-)

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