[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

Douluo Dalu is a magical place——no matter how long it has passed, Tang Yuke still thinks so.

The people here have a kind of magical power-"martial spirit", these things that come from the soul, are all kinds of strange things, have different abilities, animals, plants, things, probably include everything in this world.

And after controlling the martial soul, after successful cultivation, and obtaining powerful things called soul power, they will be called soul masters.

That being said, it even seemed that he was the most powerful soul master titled Douluo in others' mouths, and in Tang Yu's hands-the greatest use of things like Wuhun...is to light the stove to save firewood.

Dai Mubai saw the nine rings on Tang Yuke's body flashing past, but only a handful of fire came out of his hand and he threw it into the stove, and when a big iron pot was set up directly on it to stir-fry vegetables... He glanced at it without any surprise, quite calm.

After all, it seems that the shock of my whole life has just been spent by the two things of "this guy is really a Title Douluo" and "The Title Douluo is an extremely down-to-earth cook and a shameless wage earner". Now' The correct way to open Wuhun's can't hit him at all.

Thinking like this...he was kicked hard.

"What are you doing in a daze? What's the deal? Go wash the vegetables!" Tang Yuke rolled her eyes.

Dai Mubai: "...No."

To be reasonable, a prince doesn't know how to wash vegetables...it seems quite normal...

"You don't know how to wash vegetables!" Tang Yuke was quite shocked.

"Yes, is there a problem?" In fact, it's not just washing vegetables, the prince who can be said to be a kitchen-level prince silently touched his conscience in further matters such as cooking.

"Do you know what is the most important thing in life! It's eating!" Tang Yuke slapped the table angrily, "You don't know how to wash vegetables! If you don't know how to cook, you are already at the level of inactivity! You can't even wash a dish. You can’t do anything with a salad, it’s a second-class disability, okay?”

Oh, so I am a second-class disabled. (Indifference.jpg)

Tang Yuke saw Dai Mubai look like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, squatted down with a serious face and pinched the cheek of the eight-year-old boy with his hands: "Young man, it's dangerous for you to do this, do you know that cooking is a What an important and sacred thing! Do you know that if you live alone and don’t know how to cook, you will die!”

"It's as if I would live alone." Dai Mubai looked straight at Tang Yuke expressionlessly.

No matter how hippie smiles, it can't hide... This person's smile can be fake... this.

He simply doesn't believe that the royal family has feelings.

In the big brother and second brother game, as long as he blocks anyone's path, he probably won't be able to see the sun of the next day.

If An An is safe, then what awaits him is the ubiquitous surveillance before the dust settles, and the inseparable confinement after everything is over... It is impossible for him to live alone for a day.

...It's like he doesn't believe that this unreliable person in front of him is a good product.

He has made all the preparations, and now he is waiting for a certain moment to come from nowhere.

The corners of the mouth of the person with a hippie smile immediately opened further: "That's why... I just said that you are an interesting kid."

"..." The child in front of her frowned tightly, staring at her eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"You..." The cook squatted down so that her eyes were on par with Dai Mubai's, stretched out her hand to ruffle Dai Mubai's blonde hair, she stopped smiling, her face was soft, but she seemed to be more sincere, "Probably The obvious representative of oral integrity?"

"What do you mean... the mouth is upright?" Dai Mubai stammered out this somewhat unfamiliar term for him.

Tang Yuke blinked, and tapped Dai Mubai's brows with a finger: "It's just...it said no..." The finger slid to Dai Mubai's chest, and poked, "The body is very honest~"

"Huh?!" Dai Mubai covered his chest and jumped back a big step.

Tang Yuke stared at him expressionlessly: "What are you doing... I won't eat you again."

She stood up, picked up the handle of the big iron pot, and swung it violently. Along with the dishes in the iron pot, the flames exploded into the sky!The cook didn't care, but carefully and quickly checked where the dishes fell, so accurate that not a single drop of soup flew out of the iron pot, and a strange aroma spread out, immediately filling the entire kitchen.

Dai Mubai sniffed...it smells delicious...

Tang Yuke's words rang out along with the crackling sound of oil.

"Your brother is going to die, you know that?"

Take one pig lung, soak it in salt water for one night, remove the large air duct, and only the lobe of the lung remains, and slice it into half-finger-wide slices.

"You... what are you talking about..."

Take a pig's heart, wash it with water, slice it into very thin sheets, and take the yellow throat of its aorta, and make thick slices.

"You don't believe it? I've known that guy longer than you have. I know him better than you. What kind of image does he have in your mind?"

Saved last year, exposed to the sun in autumn, reddened and white peppers were cut into sections and removed seeds.

"Insidious and cunning... Smiling Tiger... Ambitious... Countless... Nothing... Omnipotent..."

Two scallions, cut into thumb-length scallions for later use, one head of black garlic, crushed.

"Well, Ah Mo must be very happy to hear that, because someone finally realized that he is omnipotent. However, you are wrong about one thing... That guy does not have what can be called ambition."

Heat up an iron pan and pour a lot of sesame oil.

"Without ambition...how is it possible! They...they...obviously don't want to kill me all the time, I, the guy who is in the way."

Saute the white chilli segments until the peppers are golden brown.

"So...Young man, there are many things you don't know... For example, my age is no longer testable this year, for example, your elder brother is actually a title Douluo, for example, that guy Ah Mo has been the emperor too many times I hate this thankless and labor-intensive position, and I am planning how to feign death and escape."

Stir-fry the pig's lungs until they change color, add the yellow throat and pig's heart, and quickly stir-fry until they curl and shrink and turn light brown.

"You're kidding me?"

Pour in cooking wine, salt, and a small amount of sugar to enhance the taste.

"Of course I'm not joking with you. Who am I? Do I have to lie to you?"

Finally, sprinkle onion, ginger and garlic, stir-fry for a little while, put it in a spoonful, and put it into a cloisonné flat dish with gold enamel. The contrast is extremely beautiful, and the oily light is shining under the warm lights of the upper floor to lure all foodies.

"If it's the original Ah Mo... the description you just made has been much lighter... But, if it's the guy who is now in the late stage of lazy cancer and wants to find a small place to hide...you probably need another rather subtle word. " Tang Yuke brought this dish to Dai Mubai, "Oh, no poison."

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes, casually pulled out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the chopstick holder, picked up a piece of yellow throat.

The yellow throat is very brittle, almost as soon as the teeth touch it, it breaks into two pieces. When biting it in the mouth, you can even feel the slight force when the yellow throat bounces slightly.

The pork lung is very soft, but it can be regarded as flexible. The smooth texture and excellent seasoning make the choking chili taste into a kind of hidden hotness. After eating a few more slices, I realized it in a trance. To find water.

"What kind of dish is this?" Dai Mubai asked Tang Yuke.

Tang Yuke turned her head to stir the broth on the kitchen again, without looking at him.

Her voice was erratic: "The appearance is different!"

duplicity?

"That brother of yours looks like a flexible dough. A soft knife may not come out. He is sinister and cunning. He is calculating people's hearts and nothing can hurt him... To put it bluntly, he is a stubborn child who lacks love. , like a yellow throat that breaks at the touch of a touch, your second brother is only thinking about the throne, but you really treat him as the eldest brother... Although you are also on guard, your little trust is enough to impress that Tsundere. "

"He... didn't want to kill me?"

"Why do you think I went to the palace? Didn't I promise that guy to take care of you!...Although the way of pick-up and drop-off may make Ah Mo furious...Anyway, he wants to put his own death on your second brother and pick you off Come out, so let me pull you out."

"Oh."

Dai Mubai didn't reply, and continued to eat the plate of 'duplicity' while shedding tears.

I'm not crying!It's spicy!

Tang Yuke rubbed her face where Dai Mubai couldn't see.

Too much muscle pulling today...face cramp.

Hey... when will I remember how to laugh?For a short while, he acted as if he was exhausted with a smile on his face.

She didn't tell the crying little tiger who was so grateful.

This duplicity also refers to him.

The face is a mess, drunk and dreamy, but in the interior, he is actually trying his best to maintain his strong dignity even if he breaks at the touch of a touch.

No matter how soft the lungs are on the outside, the heart on the inside is silently strong.

anyway.

How many times Ah Mo has been an emperor, how many times he has watched this guy rule the world... It can be said that he has completely witnessed how a hard-hearted, dark and emotionless emperor degenerated into a slack who didn't go to court for three days.

Judging from the skill of the emperor, it is probably not bad?

Anyway, the second brother of the little tiger's family is too annoying, why not push the little guy to the throne?

Hmm... Ah Mo's suspended animation can be used, and the little black cat that is currently bound to the little tiger can be used...

By the way, do you want to send the little tiger to go to the mainland to practice (wave) for a lap?

The cook was stirring the soup blankly.

My own children, my own protection, of course I have to leave the best to the little tiger!

...But what if he doesn't want to?

The author has something to say:

Here, old Keer is showing her minions~

In fact, it's no wonder that the old monster who has lived for a long time has no wisdom at all.

Of course, you can completely blame Old Ke'er for Dai Mubai's departure.

Anyway, someone who has too much debt is a salted fish is quite calm.

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...The old Ke'er's words in the text are my mother's original words.

Back then, when my mother slapped the table and yelled at me, I would shake when she yelled.

In the end, I was delighted to hear and see... Cowardly.

After frying my kitchen eight times (true thing, frying pan caught fire), I can say that with pride.

Hey - I can cook.

However, it is still at the five-body non-working level.

Because no matter how hungry I am, I don't bother to go to the kitchen to start a fire.

to be honest.

- just lazy.

Facts have proved that even if you know how to cook, you are a second-class disabled? I QWQ

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The late-night newspaper...wrote I'm so hungry, so hungry...Why did QAQ become a gourmet article?

Never mind... The hints in this chapter are obvious... The eldest prince who is not in the original book is Lao Ke'er's little partner ~ Lao Ke'er is reincarnated, this lazy cancer is the infinite flow of the system... But this murderous guy has been successfully killed system.

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