Chef [Quick Transmigration]

Some things taste just as good when they're cold.

Of course, this does not only refer to Xiaobai, but also includes the dishes he cooks.

Chu Jianghan didn't dislike cold dishes at all. Xiaobai was still asleep upstairs, and he went downstairs shirtless, sitting at the table without wasting a bit, eating a lot of everything until he was full Feeling up, he put down his chopsticks with a little regret. Of course, he couldn't finish the original serving for two by himself.

The most ordinary happiness in a person's life is to wash his hands and make soup for the person he likes. Chu Jianghan cleaned up the dishes and scoured the water and rice while checking the star network. Afterwards, Chu Jianghan's reference books for nutritional supplements were dug out from a very remote place on the Xingwang. He gestured at the ingredients in the kitchen, and he could only choose to cook a pot of porridge.

Zhang Xiaobai is very good at cooking. He does not order too many ingredients every day, and he guarantees that he can finish the meal on the same day. After cooking a table, there are almost no ingredients left in the kitchen. The remaining Chujiang Han can't do it either, so he can only settle for the next best thing.

To make a qualified white porridge, you must choose the right porridge rice. There are several types of rice in the kitchen. After choosing the fragrant rice that is most suitable for porridge, wash the rice and steam it in a pot. Even if the gruel is ready, turn off the fire and heat it up a little when it's time to eat. Even a novice like Chu Jianghan can do it well.

The night of Nether Star is not beautiful, there are no stars in the sky, and there is no scenery on the ground, but sitting on the sofa by the window, Chu Jianghan still feels a rare tranquility. This tranquility is spiritual, a kind of "this life" It’s not bad to live like this.” A sense of tranquility and happiness.

This is probably a necessary process in life.

Chu Jianghan was holding a cup of hot tea, thinking happily.

... No, probably no one thought that something like this would happen in your life.

Although it is said that immortals live and die according to their lives, but in a certain class, how should I put it, there are still a little exceptions, such as Chu Jianghan...or Yang Jian, who is called the god of justice, this kind of exception seems It is logical: this is the first related household in the heaven, the nephew of the Jade Emperor.

In many myths and legends, the Jade Emperor is the biggest villain, but this is obviously a bit unreasonable. The top beings who are all-knowing and omnipotent in the Three Realms and Six Paths are all big villains. What kind of terrifying organization is Tiantian.

The source of Yang Jian's life experience can be summarized as follows: the princess of the Heavenly Court secretly met with a mortal male beauty when she saw the beauty, and after she left the fairy blood, she was sentenced to ten thousand years in prison according to the rules of heaven. It is used to restrain the gods, but Yang Jian has a mortal household registration. Saving his mother is a matter of heaven, earth and human relations. .

In the Heavenly Court full of disciples of immortals and powerful Taoists, is the most important thing about justice is to enforce the law impartially?No, it's a network of relationships. Behind the strong bones is a strong network of relationships that cannot be controlled by individuals. Therefore, since Yang Jian took office, his efficiency in handling affairs has been more than one degree higher than that of his predecessor, the judicial god.

Therefore, there are quite a few people staring at such a high-ranking (busi) god who went down to the world to experience calamities. Almost at the same time that Yang Jian was cooking porridge, his love affair was put on the desk of the Jade Emperor. Red header files to handle.

The Jade Emperor pondered for a long time, and decided to let nature take its course. Unlike Xianfanlian, although Xianxianlian is rare, it is not uncommon. If Tiangui still cares about this, then he must be a criminal himself, not to mention that normally speaking, immortals Life is long, and you will get tired of looking at a face for 800 years. Few relationships can last long. As for how many relationships this God of Cooking has before... Wait, is there something wrong? OK?

The Jade Emperor opened the red-headed document again, and his eyes stopped for a moment on the names of Ziwei Xingjun, Taibai Xingjun and his unlucky nephew. Reasonably, the probability of encountering an immortal is already very low. The probability of getting acquainted and then falling in love is as low as if he is a bachelor. If one Ziwei is not enough, then another Taibai, if two are not enough, then another Erlang, and then another Pojun Xingjun. What kind of terrible fairy cut is this?

Looking at the silly nephew who was drinking tea happily in the lower realm, the Jade Emperor's expression became more dignified. Although nephews are something that can be born casually, they are still their own children. For the gods, no matter how much tempering It's just looking for stumbling blocks on the road, and they will always be removed, but the failure of a relationship is a blow to the belief that Xian will be unable to recover... Well, it may be a bit serious, but the truth is the same.

After knocking on the red-headed document, the big villain pondered for a while, checked the recent situation of the immortal's calamity, and already had a trick in his mind.

Zhang Xiaobai and Chu Jianghan lived quite peacefully in their lives. Interstellar people generally have a longer lifespan. I raised a few more dogs and two cats, and lived a happy and ordinary life on Nether Star.

—— "Interstellar Chapter. End"

Then Zhang Xiaobai opened his eyes from a thin body.

He has memory.

The flourishing rivers and lakes are full of splendor, and the bright side is always accompanied by shadows. In my memory, he is the concubine of the old owner of Wuhu Villa. He has no name since he was born. He was locked in the yard to donate blood to his sick brother for a month. Before Wuhu Villa held a martial arts conference, he took advantage of the chaos to escape, because he was penniless and had no ability to survive. Although he escaped from the range of Wuhu Villa, he also fainted from hunger on the streets of Qingzhou.

Zhang Xiaobai felt that his memory was a bit weird, but the lack of blood supply to his brain made him unable to continue thinking. He looked at the dirty clothes on his body, touched his dry stomach, and decided to perform an ancient human behavior.

beg.

... There is no way to do this. Although I don't have a birthday in my memory, this body is short and thin. It looks about ten years old at most. What can I do if I don't want to eat?

Zhang Xiaobai first observed other beggars on the street, and found that the behavior of beggars is also regular. Adult beggars usually wait for leftovers at the door of restaurants and shops, while children will wander the streets, and they seem soft-hearted if they are pulled. The elderly and women are not too far away from the shops where they can buy food. The eyes of these children are very poisonous. Basically, it takes three or five times to always bump into a kind person.

After learning the method, Zhang Xiaobai had the cheek to ask for it twice. His luck was better. The second time, he met an elderly woman who bought him two cakes.

Although a little panicked, this body obviously hasn't eaten for a long time. After eating a piece of cake without any effort, Zhang Xiaobai was not willing to eat the rest. Putting the cake into his arms, he I found a corner and squatted like a normal beggar, and began to think about what the hell I was.

Don't get me wrong, he is not swearing, but really thinking. After all, his memory is really problematic. As a blood donor who was locked up in the yard since childhood, the young master of Wuhu Villa without a name was never allowed He has learned something, and he can't even speak very much, let alone read, but he can read when he looks at the various signs on the street, and he is really unfamiliar with this body, whether it is size or size. Excessively thin limbs, it's like an adult being stuffed into a child's body.

Zhang Xiaobai failed to think about it. After all, memories cannot be realized out of thin air. He only has the memory of this body. After thinking for a long time, he still has no idea. He decided to treat himself as a lonely ghost in the body of a starving child and forget it.

It is no exaggeration to say that this body was starved to death. Zhang Xiaobai checked it and found that there was no excess flesh on the child's body. Ribs could be seen on the chest, the stomach was sunken, and the limbs were as thin as a skeleton wrapped in a thin layer The skin is thin, and even the buttocks that should have the most meat are flat and flat, which is more pitiful than those little beggars on the street.

In addition to eating and sleeping in the open during the escape, the child's health is not good, no matter how much supplements he eats, he will not gain weight, and the long-term supply of an adult man's blood is also one of the reasons for the child's thinness.

Song Jue, the owner of Wuhu Villa, is twenty-six this year. Ten years ago, when he first came out of the rivers and lakes, because of a conflict between saving people and evil ways in the Western Regions, he was given a kind of blood poison that could not be cured. He had to drink blood poison every month. The blood of the old man, otherwise he would die of cold blood. The old owner of the village didn't want to see his son suffer. He was afraid that no one would give blood to his son after his life was over, so he found a poor girl as a concubine to give birth to the child. The master supplied the blood until the old owner's health failed, and the unnamed wife began to supply the blood.

Song Absolute’s younger brother in name doesn’t have much affection. His parents are very affectionate. After his mother passed away, he refused to marry a wife and take concubines, but because of his own reasons, he had to find a child. His father was in great pain, and he was also in great pain. , as the source of pain, he decided to see nothing, except for the exchange of drinking blood once a month, he never even glanced at his nominal brother.

This led to the fact that after the unnamed little ghost escaped, the servants who were in charge of delivering the food couldn't describe his appearance clearly. After all, they rarely looked at the young master directly, and in the end they couldn't even draw a portrait.

The old owner traveled all over the rivers and lakes in his early years. Song Jue was the only son he got in his middle age. After donating blood for several years, his health was already very bad. The time for blood donation was approaching. The old father said in a low voice: "The man has been found, don't worry."

Song Jue, who came out of his father's yard but found no one, sat alone in the hall for a long while, asking for blood to be collected from his son who just turned five this year.

As the sun was setting, Zhang Xiaobai huddled in a corner of the wall, feeling drowsy after a full stomach, and gradually closed his eyes.