[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

"This is stir-fried potato shreds. If it is hot and sour potato shreds, add dried chili after the oil is boiled, add potato shreds after the chili paste is black, and then add mature vinegar when adding salt. The cap is the bottle that smells sour."

"Come on, let's scramble tomatoes and eggs now!"

Under Anze's step-by-step instructions, Maggie started, a plate of tomato scrambled eggs that didn't look very good but tasted good came out of the oven.

Then under An Zeyi's command, Maggie did the hardest job, cooking the noodles.

God knows how much she wanted to reach out and heat it with her thoughts while waiting for the water to boil!Is it too slow? !

But fortunately, she held back.

So, she succeeded.

The noodle soup with minced potatoes and sliced ​​meat looks fluffy, and the chopped rapeseed and scallions look delicious.

However, after knowing that it was Maggie who made the food, the expressions of the other spiders were extraordinarily colorful, and when Maggie brought them to the table, they even found a lot of excuses.

Knight: "I haven't checked the taste information yet, so I'll do it first!"

Fei Tan: "My game is about to be cleared, wait for a while!"

Nobunaga: "I......"

"Miss Maggie!" An Zeyi couldn't help but couldn't bear to look at her. He first smiled at Maggie, who had a gloomy expression, with a shy and shy expression: "I'm really hungry, I can Do you want to eat first?"

"After all, the food you cook smells so good."

Maggie had the idea of ​​crying.

She looked at An Zeyi, and for the first time, she didn't look at Wu Yeti, the writer she liked, or the good-for-nothing youth whom the group leader liked, but An Zeyi.

She knows that the food she cooks is not tasty, and she also knows that none of her companions like to eat it. She is also used to every time she works hard and carefully to prepare a meal, her friends either avoid eating or endure it.

She thought she was used to being numb to this, but when a young man pointed her out gently and carefully, caring for her self-esteem, she was still very moved in her heart.

Yes, this is just a sentence or a trivial matter, but a person who can move people in such a small matter is really, very gentle.

At this moment, she believed that there were really kind people in this world, and An Zeyi, he was not the disgusting hypocrisy she knew, but a really kind person.

True kindness does not mean giving you food directly when you are hungry, or helping you when you are in distress, but being like An Zeyi, who puts himself in your shoes, carefully and properly maintains your dignity, and treats you when you are sad. Comfort you and share the pain with you when you are in trouble, help you out quietly when you are embarrassed, accompany you to be happy when you are happy, and strive to make everyone around you happy.

For example, in Maggie's eyes, it is a humiliation to meet a tramp who throws him a coin, but asking him to do a little trivial thing that he can do and then giving him food and money is an act of kindness, and it is also an act of maintaining the other person's self-esteem .

Just like what Pike saw, when he met a homeless man, Anze asked him to help him carry the bag to the door, then gave him food, hot water and money that exceeded his labor. While thanking and respecting him, It is also changing the other party's idea of ​​getting something for nothing little by little.

Because he loves this dirty and unfair world in their eyes, and hopes that this world can be better.

He feels happy, so he hopes that all the friends around him are as happy as him. The world in the eyes of kind people is also extraordinarily beautiful, that's all.

"Then you must eat more." Maggie's voice was still cold, but anyone who knew her well could tell that under her cold voice, it was rare and gentle.

She looked at the memory given by Pike, and the young man's appetite was so small that it was unbearable. Compared with him, all of them had the same appetite as pigs.

"Yeah." Anze responded, filled a bowl, and after taking a bite, he winked mischievously at Maggie, tilted his head slightly and gave a thumbs up.

A simple action is worth a thousand words.

The corners of Maggie's mouth couldn't help but twitch a little, so she ignored the others and filled a bowl for herself.

Ku Luoluo glanced at An Zeyi's reaction, and filled a bowl himself.People with such a keen sense of taste in Anze didn't think it was bad, so it should be good, and with Anze watching, I believe that Maggie's cooking would not be too bad.

In fact, Ku Luoluo's guess is not wrong. Maggie's fried potato shreds are a bit too cooked except that the taste is a bit bland, and the noodles are a bit soft but the taste is not bad. Overall, there are almost no major problems, especially Tomato scrambled eggs, sweet and sour taste is really good.Especially compared with Maggie's previous dark cuisine, it is a world of difference.

Is this really Maggie's speculation? Isn't Anzeyi making it up?

No, no, Anze's skills are not at this level.

So this is really Maggie's handicraft?

Nobunaga, who hadn't had time to sneak away, looked at An Zeyi. It can be said that it was the first time he looked at An Zeyi with such adoring eyes instead of looking at the useless and weak: "God, how did you take Maggie in such a short time?" Did this kitchen killer teach well?

You know, Maggie is recognized as beautiful, virtuous, and capable, but no one can beat her bad cooking skills.

Seeing that An Zeyi ate a bowl and a half, and seeing how delicious the other friends were eating, Maggie was very encouraged in her heart: "Ze Yijun, let me help you with dinner."

"Okay," Anze said with a smile, "Then let's make dumplings tonight, Miss Maggie is so skillful, the dumplings must be very nice."

Maggie said that listening to An Zeyi's words, she really felt very comfortable.

Kurolo: What's the matter with this inexplicable illusion of being poached?

However, under An Zeyi's patient and careful guidance, Maggie's craftsmanship improved rapidly, and Maggie's progress was so fast and the quality was so good, An Zeyi was warmly welcomed by everyone in the brigade.

After all, this is an important matter related to their future meals!

So when No. 4 Lei Lisa of the brigade and Feitan's lover Yingli ran over to ask the knight for help, they were shocked.

"I haven't seen you for a week, why are you all gaining weight?"

Then, they saw the only stranger among them.

A young man sitting there quietly typing on a computer. He has black hair and black eyes, looks pure and quiet, and has a quiet and noble temperament. No matter how you look at it, he is a son of a family who is soaked in the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River. He was born in a scholarly family. When they looked at them, their eyes were polite and gentle, and with a slight smile, they were gentle, dignified and picturesque.

It's simply the ultimate version of the ancient Pianpian gentleman and gentle male second of the elder brother next door, with a smile full of lethality.

Gentle, quiet, pure, tolerant, clear, clean, peaceful, innocent, kind, no matter how you look at it, people feel that he is the abrupt but soft pure white in this bloody darkness and filth.

I really want people to black him out.Lei Lisa thought.

"Lei Lisa, Ying Li, this is the leader's boyfriend, An Zeyi." Pike introduced: "Ze Yi, this is Lei Lisa, our companion."

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes who was as beautiful as a doll in a gothic lolita costume showed a beautiful smile.

"This is Yingli, Feitan's lover."

The cherry-haired girl didn't respond, but looked at An Zeyi in a daze, her expression seemed to be distracted, but also filled with infinite nostalgia.

Anze smiled, showing a gentle and polite smile: "Hello, nice to meet you, Miss Lei Lisa, Miss Yingli."

Then, everyone found that Yingli's expression was even more strange, staring at An Zeyi stupidly with a half-crying smile, so that Feitan Kurollo looked at her with anger and other meanings for several times without paying attention Finally, Lei Lisa patted her, and she looked at An Zeyi with tears in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Mom."

Lei Lisa: "......"

Everyone: "..."

An Zeyi: "...Miss, you've got the wrong person."

"You really look like my mother," she said with joy, sadness, yearning, and dreams. "You look more like my mother when you smile."

"Didn't your mother pass away for many years?" Lei Lisa said speechlessly.

Yingli nodded, her eyes were still burning, and she was full of tears: "But I remember, I remember, my mother's smile, the way my mother smiled at me, just like you, always so tolerant and gentle, tolerant of all my willfulness."

She misses her mother, really misses it.

The others fell silent. Those who had seen their mother recalled the appearance of the woman in their memory, while those who had never met their mother began to recall all the fantasies they had about the existence of their mother when they were young.

The woman who gave birth to her may love to laugh, but she must be a gentle person. When she looks at her, her eyes are gentle and tolerant...

Maybe it's the same as An Zeyi's smile.

An Zeyi: Can you stop staring at me, okay? The smile on my face is stiff now!

"I'm a man." As soon as An Ze opened his mouth, no man would be happy to be treated as a woman and put on any man, and he is not a bitch.

It's just that the girl is missing her dead mother through him.

He couldn't say anything to reprimand her.

Because he also misses his mother very much.

His mother is a lady of a large family, with a gentle and dignified temperament, but before she got married, she was doted on by her parents and two older brothers and uncles, and after she married her father, she was doted on and loved by her father. After growing up, he was pampered and protected by An Zeyi, the son of his loving mother. He lived a life of sweetness and innocence, kind and tolerant as if he had never been polluted by the world.

He will never see such a gentle and beautiful mother again.

So Anze simply turned his head and ignored it, but when cooking, he asked a couple of extra questions about what Lei Lisa and Yingli liked to eat, and then when they were eating, what was put in front of them was what they liked At the second meal in the evening, Yingli saw that the closest dish in front of her was her mother who used to make her fried garlic sprouts with shredded pork and she always liked it, and An Zeyi was considerate Put more garlic and a little more ginger.

Because she doesn't like garlic and prefers ginger.And this, she didn't tell anyone about it, she even ate it habitually at lunch, how did he find out?

"Because Ms. Yingli frowned slightly when she ate garlic, and she was very happy when she ate ginger juice and milk."

The subtle reaction was not noticed by the friends who have known each other for many years, and the lover Fei Tan who has been together for many years did not notice it, but it was noticed by a person who just met during the meal.

An Zeyi, the leader, the new lover, is really a very gentle person.

Lei Lisa smiled at the seemingly harmonious interaction between An Zeyi and the others, but there was no smile in her blue eyes, and there was a slight chill in the depths of her eyes.

"Do you think An Zeyi is a fellow villager?"

In the evening, Lei Lisa and Yingli appeared outside and discussed together.

Lei Lisa, an old member of the Phantom Troupe who has joined the Phantom Troupe for 7 years, and it has been 20 years since she appeared on Meteor Street, stood on a high place and killed countless traversers who wanted to kill her.

Yingli was born on Meteor Street and grew up on Meteor Street in this life. Ever since she was 14 years old when she got together with Feitan until now, she doesn't know how many flies called time travelers have come to trouble her, but she is the only one who survived.

Therefore, for those traversers who want to get close to the characters in the plot beyond their limits, they are either vigilant or full of killing intent.

In fact, for the people in the brigade, they called them outsiders, and they never had any good impression of their approach.

To those people, the world for which they have given everything is just a cartoon, a story, and a book. Such an attitude will not make anyone happy, and the unknowing aloofness, pity, contempt, and innocence of outsiders are even more so. This feeling of disgust was intensified.

——————I have to say that for An Zeyi, he has never read the relevant comics and does not know the so-called theater. From a certain point of view, he is actually lucky, because he never needs to worry about exposing himself as a time traveler. I am worried about my identity, and I will not affect my life because of the so-called plot characters.

Because he doesn't know anything.