Lord please don't eat

Mao Mao's initial sword is Kunihiro Yamabukiri.

Although most god judges choose their initial knives based on their eyes before they don't know their own swords, Mao Ye insists that he has thought carefully before choosing his initial knives.

The top chef of Honmaru, Hasebe, is quite curious about this reason. After all, based on his understanding of Mao Mei, he feels that Yamabukiri's character is not his master's dish.

Well, he is.

So in order to get a better understanding of his master, Hasebe mustered up the courage to ask Mao Mao why he chose Yamabagiri in the first place.

"At that time, I looked at the illustrations of these people several times, and after careful analysis, I finally determined their attributes." Mao Yano explained to Hasebe solemnly.

"According to my judgment at the time, Mutsu Mori was a plate of assorted fried rice."

……Um?Hasebe frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

Is there something wrong with this unfolding process?

Meano Mao continued wrestling her fingers, "Xian'er's words are probably raisin smoothies. Kiyomitsu's words are like chocolate cakes topped with cranberry sauce, and Fengfeng is purple potato-flavored golden crispy shrimp."

"Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro happened to be the shrimp dumpling I wanted to eat the most at that time, so I chose him."

"Although I really wanted to eat crispy shrimp at the time, but because I just ate a big chicken chop, I felt that it was too oily and I couldn't eat it."

Yes, well-founded and convincing.

Hasebe suddenly felt that it was not easy for him and his little friends to live peacefully in the Honmaru without being eaten by the God Judge for so long.

But speaking of it, according to Maoye's logic, his own blade should be regarded as something to eat, and it is probably the kind that Maoye likes to eat, otherwise how could she let herself be a servant for so long? .

Out of curiosity, Hasebe asked again, "Master, what did you think of me when you first saw me?"

"Eggplant." Meano Mao replied very smoothly, without thinking at all, it was obviously an answer that had been prepared long ago.

...So I treat you as the master but you treat me as an eggplant①?Although I don't know what eggplant means, but seeing the sky and listening to the cross talk in the room with the judge, Hasebe must know that this is definitely not a good thing.

"The first time I saw you, I remembered the fried eggplant boxes my mother made when I was a child. When she made eggplant boxes, the eggplants were never peeled, and other people's eggplants were cut horizontally. She cut the eggplants vertically. Cut it into long slices, and it’s also called a little bit more meat in it.”

"It turned out that there were green peppers in it."

"The egg batter is not evenly coated. After frying, one yellow and one purple are exactly the same as your battle uniform. It tastes really badass. My mother always let herself go when cooking. cooked."

"To be fair, after so many years, I really haven't seen anyone who can fry eggplant boxes as bad as my mother's. I really don't know how my dad was able to boast at that time."

"...It's a pity that I won't be able to eat such an unpalatable eggplant box in the future..."

The judge's tone suddenly sank.

The air also instantly became very quiet.

Yes, I can't eat it.Because a few years ago, Mao Mao's parents died in a car accident.And she was the only survivor of the car accident.

She doesn't mention her parents very often, but Hasebe knows that Mao Mao still misses her family members who are no longer there.Even in many cases, she would call "Mom and Dad" in her dream and then wake up.

Hasebe would know this, of course not because he has a habit of peeping into the interrogator's room, it's purely because as a close servant, he always lives next door to the interrogator, and the exclamation of the interrogator late at night is really a bit loud.

Maybe he can do something for the judge?Hasebe thought so.

In short, when Meano Mao saw the familiar half-baked eggplant box, her heart almost collapsed. The corners of her mouth twitched and she looked up at Hasebe: "Although I miss my mother, , but it doesn’t mean that I miss this kind of dark food as well!”

"But you can make dark dishes so vividly, Hasebe, you are really (silenced) talent!"

"Thank you Lord for your praise."

"Am I complimenting you?" Mao Yamo rubbed the center of his brows, "To be fair, I'm very happy to be able to get rid of things like dark cooking, and I have Mitsuta now! So please put the kitchen Leave it to him!"

"Mitsutada is really Honmaru's treasure!" As he spoke, Meano licked his lips lightly: "The milk cake with black sesame flavor is the best!"

"..."

So I like Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada not because the food he cooks is delicious but because he looks delicious?

Pressing and cutting Hasebe found himself once again defeated by the powerful logic of the god judge.

But... Well, she is the master anyway, as long as she is happy.

The author has something to say: ①I also heard it in the cross talk. There is such a sentence in the classic "Shu Lai Bao": Today you can make the board evenly. I am an eggplant.I also asked a lot about the meaning of eggplant, a fellow cross talker, but in the end, those bastards only knew how to be clever with me, and didn't have a serious word.So is there a crosstalk fellow or someone from Tianjin who can seriously explain to me what eggplant really means? (Small voice: It shouldn’t be a meat accent, right? I remember that after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, it was not allowed to speak in a meat accent)