I am straight!

Do you hear me?absolute! "

He sniffed to show his disdain for me.

"...If you don't wash the dishes, you won't be able to eat any food I cook in the future." I gritted my teeth and threatened.

In fact, I didn't expect this kind of threat to be useful, but... I don't think I have anything other than this threat to the other party.

……Suddenly feel that I am a tragedy.

"......... Cut!" The guy on the opposite side cursed in a low voice, and cursed something in an unknown language. He barely stood up with his body, and staggered to the sink... really started to wash the dishes. .

...Hey, I'm just talking...I really didn't expect it to be useful...Do you like eating so much?

I watched the guy wash the dishes with a bit of concern, worried that he would break the dishes - the dishes were so delicate that they looked expensive.

But unexpectedly, although his movements were rusty, he was careful enough that nothing like breaking the plate happened.

I was relieved, so I went to the living room, found the remote control from the gap in the sofa, and turned on the TV.

……Why?which movie is this?

A figure flashed across the screen, wearing the school uniform of the school, trying to start a fire in embarrassment.

Next to it, the host made a narration with a rather regretful voice: "It's a pity, maybe the friction is a little weaker, but the fire still hasn't started."

……what is this?

I looked at the school logo on the upper right corner of the screen... It seems to be a local station? ? ?

I carefully observed the images on the TV, and then swallowed unconsciously.

Could it be...it's the freshmen's field training broadcast?

As soon as I thought of this possibility, I had the urge to drop out of school.

Could it be that everyone's three days in the forest were actually captured by surveillance cameras?

No, no way... I silently drew the black line, and then comforted myself, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, there are so many students, it's impossible to just take a picture of myself...

As soon as I thought about it, I heard the host say: "Surviving in the wild is really interesting, isn't it? Next, let's watch the thrilling scene of a freshman from the violin department..."

I almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as the screen turned, I happened to see the so-called 'a certain freshman from the violin department'—hey, hey, hey, why don't you put mosaics on the characters in the painting? This is a violation of portrait rights, you bastard! ! !

I looked at the scene where I confronted Mr. Long Snake with a full face.

So the host screamed like chicken blood: "Oh! It's so dangerous! My God! What will happen to this freshman? Hanged? Bitten to death? Poisoned to death? Was..."

...Can't you say something nice? Why do I have to die!

I really wanted to turn off the TV to make it invisible, but the moment I saw the utility pole saved me, I still couldn't help but didn't press the switch off button.

Because, he actually really cares about me.

The worry and anxiety on that face will never be fake.

I froze for a moment, touched my cheek, and felt a little embarrassed: "My good brother (?), you are so kind to me."

Well, even if he is a foodie, I will admit it, and I will definitely treat him better in the future, and I will never complain about him again, and I will never blackmail him again.

As I thought about it, I heard the host on TV screaming again: "Oh oh oh oh oh! Master Elliot is so handsome!!! Heroes save the beauty or something so handsome!!!"

Elio?

The name of the pole?Don't know what the full name is...but he's so famous that even the hosts know him?

So I remembered that when I got off the boat, a large group of men and women screamed at him, and then I was relieved - who made his face so beautiful, there is no way, no way...

Just when I heard the sound of the door opening, the first thing I saw when I turned my head was the golden hair on the telegraph pole that looked like sunshine.

He calmly raised his hand to say hello: "Hey, Master Elliot."

"Huh? You know my name?" He smiled, raising his eyebrows slightly.

I shrugged: "No way, the technology is more developed now, and the news spreads faster—" I pointed to him who was eating roasted mushrooms on TV, but he was still brilliant: "The host is already screaming your name It's been...one, two, three, four...five times, it's strange that I can't remember."

"Are you watching the live broadcast of freshmen's wilderness survival training?" He hung his coat on the hanger, unbuttoned his wrist, and walked over to me: "That was made by the news department, I think it's okay Interesting, approved."

"...Why did you approve it?" I wondered, thinking in my heart, could this guy be some important person in the student union—oh, did I climb a high branch?

"Well... probably because I have a higher prestige?" He nodded his jaw with his index finger, acting innocently puzzled: "Or the students actually trust me as a member of the student union? But I think the biggest possibility is because I'm more handsome."

…… Ah, although I said I won’t complain about you, but I can’t help it, what should I do.

I covered my face silently, holding back the words that came out of my mouth, "I can barely accept the first two possibilities, but what happened to the last one?" '.

The kitchen door was opened, and Claude walked out slowly, groping for the stomach or the stomach. The moment he saw Elliot, his expression twisted for a moment: "...how is it you?"

Wires... Cough, Elliot continued to answer with a puzzled and innocent look: "Why can't it be me?"

"Why are you here!!!" Claude was probably also immune to Elliot's handsome face, so he was very angry-so angry that veins appeared on his face and forehead.

"Well... because this is my dormitory." Elliot licked his lips and narrowed his sea-blue eyes: "From today onwards, we will live together...so... please give me your advice, dear Cousin"

Elliot also deliberately emphasized the word "cousin" with ill intentions, so I managed to see the veins on Claude's face burst again, and the knuckles of both hands were pinched, but I don't know why , I actually forcibly held back my temper, and went to the basement floor angrily—the sound of closing the door was full of resentment, which shocked me.

…………Why?

cousin? ? ?

I thought about Claude's face, and then looked at Elliot's face, but I didn't find any resemblance between these two people.

Elliot said to me again: "Look at his greasy face - thank you for feeding him."

"Uh...you're welcome..." But why do I find the wording so strange...as if I helped him feed his pets.

I blacked out silently, and then I heard him ask me: "Is the kitchen easy to use?"

"Well, it's very useful, not only all kinds of condiments," I snapped my fingers: "There are also tableware, cupware, washing utensils, everything you should have." Yes, tragedies, tragedies, comedies, everything you should have .

"Is there anything missing?"

"One less stool." I scratched my head.

I am used to putting a stool in the kitchen, because many dishes value the heat, and I am used to waiting for the dishes to be cooked slowly.

He nodded: "Besides that?"

"Very satisfied."

"That's good," he smiled, and reached out to touch my head: "He Xian, I spent a lot of effort to add a kitchen to this house, so..."

"What kind of horse?" I was about to avoid his hand, but was nailed in place by his words in the next second.

————— "Be my chef."

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I really want to die.

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————— "Be my chef."

... I felt like my brain was short-circuited for a moment, and I couldn't understand what he was saying.

Being a cook or something... Did he use the wrong word?Or did I hear wrong?

I looked at him blankly: "...I seem to have misheard just now, can you repeat it, please?"

"I mean, you come to be my cook and take care of my three meals a day."

"No, did you use the wrong word, be a chef???" What joke are you starting!I have nothing wrong with you, why do I want to be your cook? Hey!

"No...Of course, if you want to be my nanny, it's okay," Elliot raised his eyebrows: "I won't mind if you take care of my basic necessities."

I mind! ! !

I touched my aching head: "How did you think of asking me to be your chef???"

"Well, because your grilled fish and mushrooms are delicious," he shrugged. "Besides, you still owe me a favor. Wouldn't it be nice if I asked you to pay it back earlier?"

"...Favour..." That's right, I was accidentally saved by him.

I unconsciously twitched the corner of my mouth: "Can you... change the conditions..."

"No." He firmly refused.

"..." What to do, I suddenly wanted to poke his eyes.

…………Tolerate.

I took a deep breath and calmed down before continuing, "It's not impossible to be a chef, but I can only know Chinese food?"

"It's ok."

"I'm not responsible for supper!"

"no problem."

"There's also afternoon tea or something..."

"Of course I won't let you do it."

"make a deal."

I sighed, and resigned myself to thinking about what I should do to satisfy the young master's appetite tonight.

"There is still rabbit meat in the refrigerator, but there are no other dishes. Remember to replenish the ingredients..." I thought for a while: "The current season... um, here is a bag of chestnuts, and a chicken, um... and lotus root, And a little pork...spinach is also a little bit, and sweet potatoes, white radish...carrots are also fine