[Comprehensive] Su Ying's Spirit of Eating Halberds

"Gudong..." Looking at the two dishes in front of him, Xing Ping Chuangzhen swallowed unconsciously.

However, this is not saliva from gluttony.

"That... can I not eat?" Before Xing Pingchuang finished speaking, he saw the momentum of the two people who were still fighting each other before, pressing on him together.

"What! Brat, do you dare not eat what I made?!" The fiery red anger burst out of Koichiro Kohei who said these words, like a roaring evil ghost in hell.

"If Mr. Xingping doesn't want to eat, that's okay, but...huh..." Su Ying's tone concealed a faint and dangerous smell, like an erratic ghost whispering.

"Don't stop, I'll just eat it!" Xing Ping Chuangzhen picked up a fork from the side with trembling hands. QAQ, mom, where are you, these two people are so scary.

"First of all, this carbon-grilled squid whisker sauce..." Xing Ping Chuangzhen inserted a black squid whisker from the plate on the right, and put it into his mouth after a moment of hesitation.

What kind of taste is that... Dad's grasp of the ingredients is quite good, the heat of this charcoal-grilled squid is just right, neither over-grilled nor under-grilled, perfectly preserving its own The unique mellow taste and the taste of the sauce used are also particularly vivid, but this is where the problem lies.

The thick sweetness unique to peanut butter, and the fresh honey flavor of the beach in sand tea sauce, after wrapping the squid tendrils, these completely incompatible flavors are mixed together, and it is like a rock avalanche Effect.

"Ah... don't... don't touch there..." How should I put it, Xing Ping Chuangzhen feels like being tightly wrapped by countless tentacles, and various kinds of blood are constantly secreting on the tentacles. A strange sauce, desperately stuffed into his mouth, nose, ears and mouth.

"Ha... ha... huh..." He kept panting heavily, just ate a squid to get in, but Xing Ping Chuangzhen felt as if he had swum back and forth ten times in the swimming pool, his whole body was covered in sweat, "Ma... Huh...can I have a glass of water, please!"

Su Ying handed him a glass of water very considerately, and then smiled very gently: "Please remember this taste, Xingping, and then I will cook."

How can there be such a black-bellied person in this world... Xing Ping Chuangzhen's heart is full of tears at this moment.

"Okay, next is the second dish, cucumber mustard mixed with chrysanthemum sauce. Chrysanthemum sauce? What is this? Uh..." After finally recovering, Xinghei Chuangzhen's fork that started again hit a piece of cucumber , when you pull it up, you can clearly see that the yellow-green viscous liquid was brought up.

As the cucumber got closer to his mouth, the smell became stronger and stronger. Xing Ping Chuangzhen continued to analyze the dish.

"According to this softness, this cucumber should be blanched in boiling water and then steamed. Although the surface is still a little tough, the inside is completely soft like mud, with no taste at all. And the above The mixed chrysanthemum sauce and mustard, after the surface cells of the cucumber are destroyed, the taste has been immersed in it. That is to say, if I eat such a cucumber, is it actually equivalent to eating a bite of puree with chrysanthemum sauce and mustard? It’s really an unpalatable dish for the sake of unpalatable food!”

But why should cucumbers be served with chrysanthemum sauce?

Xing Ping Chuangzhen still had the ability to think about this question before the cucumber was eaten, but he had lost the ability to think the moment the cucumber touched the taste buds.

What kind of taste is this!

Cucumber contains a lot of water. Apart from a little umami and crisp taste, it has no taste at all. It can be said to be the best seasoning.

And this dish makes perfect use of this characteristic of cucumbers, but only this characteristic.The umami taste of cucumber has been completely abandoned by the person who made this dish, replaced by the choking spicy taste of mustard, and the salty and sweet taste of chrysanthemum sauce. Among them, Weiwei also has some bitterness of chrysanthemum.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, all in one.But this is not a compliment to this dish, but a tearful accusation!How can there be a dish that contains four unbearable flavors and are so closely linked together!

Xing Pingchuang really felt that what he ate was not a piece of cucumber at all, but a grenade. The spicy, sweet, salty, and extremely bitter burst on the tip of his tongue, shattering the whole sense.

It's like being drenched with flammable light yellow liquid by countless demons, burning with an unquenchable fire, and constantly being rubbed back and forth with black cucumber-shaped stick-shaped objects in the void , that rough surface like sandpaper made Xingping Chuangzhen constantly shiver.

Powerless...

sinking in the dark...

The despair of not seeing hope at all...

But what is that light ahead?That gentle smile, that warm face, that broad heart that seems to accept everything...

Is it Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?are you here to pick me upPlease wait, I'll be right over.

"Boom!" Su Ying slammed Xing Ping Chuangzhen hard on the forehead.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Xing Ping Chuangzhen seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare, "I... where am I?"

"What...you've been foaming at the mouth and falling down since just now, I thought you were going to die."

"Dead?" Reminiscent of what he saw in the hallucination just now, which seemed to be the light path to the underworld, Xing Ping Chuangzhen's face turned pale.

"Okay, let's rate it quickly, tell me, is Uncle Shiroichiro's charcoal-grilled squid whiskers with sauce bad, or my cucumber mustard mixed with chrysanthemum sauce?" Su Ying pointed at two dishes. Cai, his eyes are a little bright.

"This...which one to choose..." Xing Ping Chuangzhen glanced blankly at the sacrifice on the left that seemed to be lost from the abyss, and then at the food that looked like a delicacy for evil spirits on the right. The final choice is...

Simply fainted.

"Xing Ping Jun? Xing Ping Jun?" Su Ying couldn't call back Xing Ping Chuangzhen's soul even after shouting a few times.

"Hey, Uncle, it seems that we are tied again." Su Ying turned her head and said to Xinghei Joichiro who had been watching the good show.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"A word is settled!"

……

Coming out of "Xingping" shop, Su Ying took out her mobile phone and quickly pressed her fingers.

Slide to unlock - open hidden mode - enter password - open Notepad - create a new document - open the input method!

The extremely fast hand speed known as the "hand of God" exploded at this moment!

Crackling... The white interface was soon covered by densely packed words.

In order to save space, we briefly introduce what Su Ying recorded here.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen, 15 years old, has the potential to develop into a seducer, but if guided in the right direction, he may inherit his father's genes and transform into a healthy qi attack.

He is about 170cm tall (visually measured based on his own height), and he is about to take the transfer exam of Totsuki Academy.There is a scar on the left eyebrow, which adds some points to the immature appearance.

Relatively weak, unable to withstand stimulation (maybe my dark cooking stimulation is too strong?), belongs to the type of delicate body and easy to push down, all in all, it looks easy to bully and easy to use.

Maybe help him find a suitable small attack.

Koichiro Kohei, according to his father, is about 38 years old. Although he looks like a ghost on the surface (from the point of view of his liking for tentacle-style cuisine), his gentleness that erupts occasionally may actually be the type that can be both offensive and defensive.

But maybe it's a black-bellied attack?

Although I also like the masculine appearance of the uncle now, but according to his genes, he might have been an aggressive and handsome man when he was young.

Whether there is a forbidden love between the two is still under investigation.

Press save to exit the hidden mode of the phone. Su Ying, who has maintained a serious face, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This notepad that exists on the mobile phone can be said to be her most precious thing.

It is also very hard for her to analyze and classify all the men around her, and find a suitable offensive and defensive relationship for them.

Well, well, one of the tasks that Dad asked to help him visit old friends has been completed.

The next senior to visit is...

"Uncle Riboun?"

The author has something to say:

Please collect QAQ~