Rebirth: Counterattack: I heard that the Imperial Marshal has a crush on me

Due to the high development of science and technology, few people can cook with their own hands, and most of them are home robots.

In terms of taste, household robots will use some advanced seasonings to improve the beauty and nutrition of food, and give people a feeling that the food on the nerves is delicious.

But in fact, it can only be eaten. Although it is nutritious, it has long lost the most authentic taste of food.

Barlow liked to make delicious food by himself since he was a child. He was even ridiculed by his family at the time. He was also from a famous family, and he couldn't understand those people who used nutrition at every turn. For him, making desserts and making mechas are the same, regardless of each other.

His family members felt that making desserts was a very low-level thing and did not fit their status.

"Hmph, what do they know? Making desserts is a fusion of body and mind, just like the co-frequency between spiritual power and mechs. It's a very wonderful feeling." When Barlow talked about these two favorite things, he would reveal Such an expression.

But others would only think that he was using mechas as a metaphor for desserts. Only Chu Muxi knew that he was talking about these two things, both of which were his favorites.

"I think so too." Chu Muxi saw the old man's eyes flashing on his face, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Because making desserts also needs to incorporate your own emotions, which is the same as integrating spiritual power into driving a mecha. In the same way, treat the food in your hands and the mechas that fight together, they should be the same, right?"

Mr. Barlow twitched his brows: , Seeing that he was about to fly proudly, he pretended not to care and asked, "You really think so?"

Chu Muxi nodded sincerely, "Yes, if possible, I also want to learn how to make desserts. I think doing what I like is the happiest thing."

"That's why you went to the acting department?" Barlow stared into his eyes and asked, as if trying to test something.

Chu Muxi was taken aback for a moment, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, his eyes were lowered, and his tone was pitiful. "I--"

"Grandpa Barlow, why do you have so many questions? We're just here for afternoon tea. Don't scare my junior." Cen Xue, who had already investigated Chu Muxi, saw his aggrieved appearance, and quickly smoothed things over.

Barlow frowned, trying to say something.

Chu Muxi raised his head suddenly, and replied: "At first, no. After all, I also wanted to make achievements to show to my family. It's a pity—" He smiled wryly, shook his head, and showed a firm expression again, "But Now I have figured it out, I have to live for myself first, and only being responsible to myself is responsible to those who love me and care about me.”

Barlow exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and after a while, he laughed, "Little kid, you think a lot. Now it seems that you are indeed much better than your grandfather."

Then he got up and went to the kitchen, saying he was making them a cake.

Cen Xue breathed a sigh of relief, "Mu Xi, you are really amazing."

"What's wrong?" Chu Muxi looked at her suspiciously.

"You don't know, there were people who discussed this with the old man before. Those people talked strangely, and Barabara said a lot. In the end, the old man would throw them out and refuse them to enter the store." Cen Xue drank her lipstick tea, " Only you, so that the old man not only didn't blow you out, but also praised you. God, I never knew he would praise others, eh, no, he also praised someone before. "

"Oh? Who is it?" Chu Muxi asked.

Cen Xue pouted towards the wall, "Promise, it is Marshal Lu who is omnipotent and invincible in our empire, known to everyone!"

Chu Muxi has heard or seen the three words Lu Junzhi several times in just a few days.

Have I had such frequent contact with him in my previous life?

"What student are you thinking about?" Cen Xue gently pushed him.

Chu Muxi recovered: "No, I just think that Mr. Barlow is actually quite cute."

Cen Xue curled her lips, "Only you would think so." She looked around, fearing that an old man Barlow would jump out of nowhere, and whispered, "Look at the pictures on the wall, they are either rich or expensive, this old man sees If you don't even look at it, it will make him look at it differently, which means that you are very good, junior."

Chu Muxi smiled, "It's amazing to praise me for being cute."

After a while, Mr. Barlow came out with two plates.

Chu Muxi hurriedly got up and wanted to take the plate, but the old man avoided him, "You hurt your hand, don't move around."

Put the plate in front of him, and put the other in front of Cen Xue.

Cen Xue was flattered, "Wow, what a cute cake."

The old man made two types respectively. The one in front of Chu Muxi was a matcha mille-feuille with white roses dotted on it.

In front of Cen Xue was a cherry and raspberry dessert.

"Try it." The old man was smoking a cigarette.

Fortunately, it was his left hand that was injured, so it didn't hinder his movement. Chu Muxi picked up the fork, picked up a small piece of cake and put it into his mouth.

Although the old man was smoking a pipe, he stared at him unblinkingly.

The refreshing taste of matcha is paired with the light sweetness of vegetable cream. "It's delicious, and there's a little juice extracted from cherry blossom petals in it, right?" Chu Muxi asked with a smile.

Mr. Barlow sat up straight all of a sudden, staring at Chu Muxi closely, "Can you eat it?"

He makes desserts as he likes, and the same matcha cake will add different ingredients, so it is impossible for someone to rely on rules to say what ingredients he will use today.

In other words, the boy in front of him tasted it himself.

Mr. Barlow narrowed his eyes, "Your tongue is quite sensitive."

Chu Muxi smiled, didn't speak, but took another bite slowly.

However, Mr. Barlow seemed to be a little anxious. His fingers kept tapping on the table, hesitant to speak, and he was very entangled in what to say to the other party.

Cen Xue blinked, pretending that she didn't exist.

She discovered that the two people in front of her were two foxes.

A little fox, an old fox.

Now that two foxes are fighting, she should stay far away, so as not to hurt the fish in the pond.

Chu Muxi wasn't in a hurry at all, he didn't come here with any purpose, but when he arrived, he found the man in front of him, Mr. Barlow.

A very rough plan immediately appeared in his mind, until his hand was injured, the old man's attitude began to change.

That plan is gradually taking shape, and now, it's just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Sure enough, not long after, the old man seemed to calm down gradually, and then fell into deep thought.

It's just that he kept staring at him during this period, as if he was thinking about something.

"Senior sister, does yours have Sophora japonica flowers in it?" Chu Muxi said firmly.

Before Cen Xue could answer, Mr. Barlow had already jumped up, "You know this too? How do you know?" He stared suspiciously at the other party.

Chu Muxi pointed to his nose, "I can smell it." He was serious and confident.