One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

"Hey, miss, what you're talking about—"

"Shut up!" Gu Wulian glared at the man murderously, the latter shrank his neck, raised his hands to indicate his direction, and backed away from the area.

But Song Liurong said excitedly: "The gap is here, how can there be no difference?"

"Of course." Gu Wulian looked at the diners at the long table, "The difference lies there... Using Yuan Ling's words, I did better than Ms. Song."

After a moment of silence, Song Liurong said in a low voice

"I..." The woman's voice was hoarse, "I want to defeat Chef Yuanling. I want to prove it to my dad and grandpa... even ordinary people can defeat Chef Yuanling."

"It doesn't matter whether it's delicious or not. As long as the gap is there, I can't prove it."

"But, Ms. Song."

Gu Wulian said softly: "Are you cooking just to prove this?"

"Shouldn't cooking be something delicious, so that people you care about can eat better food?"

"..."

Song Liurong was stunned.

In order to let the guests eat more delicious dishes, in order to make dishes that can make the guests full of praise.

Her grandfather taught her so.

The old man said, if a cook forgets his duty, he might as well go home and raise pigs.

What is the job of a chef?

It's just good food, that's all.

"I……"

"Ms. Song, I don't want you to let go of your knot right now."

Gu Wulian said: "The obsession that has entangled me for more than ten years, of course it is impossible to just let it go, even if you don't let it go, it doesn't matter if you have such an obsession all the time--I don't even have the qualifications to confront you here. Give pointers to your life value."

"It's just that, as a person who also likes to cook, I hope you can remember yourself...why did you cook in the first place."

"I was the first." She said with a look of nostalgia, "Because I couldn't eat anything delicious, I tried my best to toss and toss by myself, toss and toss, and I got a little better, and then everyone around me also counted on me Cook for them to eat, and they will get used to it.”

"Later, after...a very, very long period of time, I didn't have the chance to see old friends anymore, but I met one after another who was worthy of me cooking for them every day."

The warmth and softness on the white-haired girl's face made Song Liurong speechless.

"In terms of culinary skills, if the advantage of Yuan Ling is removed, I will definitely not be as good as you, Ms. Song. But as you said, the gap is there, and Yuan Ling is also there. For a person like you, it is natural Not an excuse."

"But Ms. Song, Yuan Ling, has it affected you to make delicious dishes? Has Yuan Ling affected you to make delicious dishes for the people you care about? Yuan Ling... will make them hate what you cook food?"

"Yuan Ling just defeated your cooking skills."

Gu Wulian picked up the bowl, drank the broth in small sips, narrowed his eyes, and said with a satisfied face: "But it can't defeat you, and there are all the feelings related to you."

"You will definitely become an even better chef than you are now, Ms. Song."

She said seriously, "I promise."

"so……"

The girl bent her eyes and smiled lightly, "Can you teach me how to make this dish?"

Chapter 120 - Miss Yan Lu's Aggression

"This is the end of the real machine demonstration of "Nine Heavens 5". We expect it to be officially released in September next year..."

There was a roaring tsunami at the scene, and game players raised their arms and shouted, and some even turned into humanoid orangutans and roared.

As one of the most outstanding game companies in Jiuhua, Zhenli Company has released 50 games in the past 5 years since its establishment. "The real machine demonstration and the news of the official release date are undoubtedly the ultimate blockbuster in the game industry.

Under such a heavy bomb, Ms. Yan Lu, who is a hardcore gamer, was also in a good mood, but she did not cheer ecstatically like the players around her.

When Gu Wulian was not by her side, she was always extremely reserved and indifferent.

In other words, this mood is what Yan Lu looks like most of the time.

"Zhenli's press conference is over, which one is better next, Desides or Molong..."

Both Desaides and Molong are foreign game companies. Since the control of overseas entertainment products is much looser than that of Jiuhua, overseas countries can still compete with Jiuhua in markets such as games, movies and animation, and will not fall behind. .

"Desides seems to be releasing news about the new work of "The Final Wasteland". What's going on with Molong... Oh, new rpg, is there anyone who can make rpg well now? Why don't you play butter."

Ms. Yan Lu expressed her strong indignation to the industry, and then decided to go to the release site of Desides.

"Final Wasteland" is also an old-fashioned series. It focuses on picking up garbage in the open world and shooting. I heard that the new work will add some pvp elements. Yan Lu is quite looking forward to it.

Yan Lu, who was walking to another press conference, looked at the game players in groups of twos and threes on the channel, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

At first, I thought that no matter how I think about it this time, it is impossible for someone to come out to disrupt the situation, so I might as well show my aunt a grown-up demeanor, and stop pestering her like a child, and I will definitely get a lot of points.

But now that I think about it, her good aunt is also a gamer!If Gu Wulian is brought here, the relationship between the two of them should easily change from the relationship between aunt and niece to the relationship between players and players temporarily—isn't this more convenient to attack?

"Tsk, mistake!"

The eldest girl pursed her lips in displeasure. It would not be good to contact Gu Wulian again, so it can only be done for the time being.

Walking around the corner, I came to Desides' press conference. The poster at the entrance of the venue was carrying a large double-barreled shotgun, and the macho man with the Vulcan machine gun caught Yan Lu's eyes, and finally made her let go of her heart a little. depressed.

——It was of course the double-barreled shotgun and the Vulcan cannon that made her get rid of her depression, and it had nothing to do with men.

Compared with all kinds of cool sci-fi and futuristic firearms that are mainstream in gunfight games now, Yan Lu still prefers this kind of old, rough primitive violence. What is better than using a double-barreled shotgun to smash half of the enemy's body and blow it up? What's more exciting than flying flesh and blood?

With such a mood, Yan Lu stepped briskly into the venue.

The press conference at this time should have been halfway through, and the speaker of Desides didn't demonstrate anything, but two players were actually doing the actual operation, which surprised Yan Lu a little.

"This is the new pvp system? Crooked sun! Can activate armor!"

Ms. Yan Lu showed a rare expression of excitement in front of outsiders, because the rusty infantry mechas on the screen were slashing with swords and fists, and it was difficult for her to calm down.

It's just that the level of operation on both sides does not seem to be on the same line.

The manipulator on the left side of the screen is a tall and handsome man. He rubs the joystick surprisingly fast, and his expression is more relaxed and freehand, while the manipulator on the right side of the screen is gnashing his teeth, and the action of rubbing the joystick is a little violent because of anxiety.

Taking a closer look, the character manipulated by the uncle didn't even lose a trace of blood, while the young man's mech was already emitting black smoke from the beating of the uncle, and it might explode at any time.

The bulky infantry mecha deftly blocked and dodged all the attacks, and finally the uncle ended the young man's life with a humiliating wooden stick attack.

"Grass!" The young man with the appearance of a foreigner scolded in a straight voice, turning his head to stare at the uncle, "You are a cultivator! The cultivator is here to bully people?"

"……Um?"

The uncle put down the handle: "You are funny, buddy."

He plucked his ears disdainfully: "You still need to use Yuan Ling to beat you? Stop looking down on people."

"You fart! I'm in the top [-] of the Molten Fist global ladder rankings, how could I be beaten like this by you?"

"Can 3d and 2d be the same? Didn't you wake up?" The expression and tone of the handsome uncle completely didn't match his appearance, and there was a smell of... cheap.

"Don't accept it? If you don't accept it, fight again, do you want me to let you have a hand?"

"You have the ability not to use spells!"

"Who uses..."

When the host sees the situation is inconsistent, he immediately comes to smooth things over: "Our pvp system is still in the testing stage, and it is normal to have imbalances."

"I think it's okay, just adjust it a little bit."

The uncle hugged his chest and said: "If it is set as an invasion type, it would be a bit disgusting to hold a big sniper and hide it. It is quite fun to punch like this. How about you add a few chainsaw swords, it will be more powerful."

"Hehe, okay, thank you Mr. Fan for your suggestion. Uh...Mr. Reddy, do you have any suggestions?"

"Suggestion? I suggest that you contact Jiuhua's Repair Management Bureau, let the practitioners register with their real names, and prohibit all practitioners from participating in pvp!"

The host laughed and exposed this topic. He didn't have the guts to say anything. This is Jiuhua's territory, and the problem of cultivators is also one of the biggest social problems in Jiuhua. If he dares to say anything, he will be punished. It's good luck to fry.

It's just that the uncle who didn't seem to have a good temper frowned immediately after hearing this: "Why do you guys push people so much? Do you say that every time someone kills you, you say that the opposite is Xiu?" Or? If you can’t afford to lose, go home and find your mother to drink milk.”

There was a burst of laughter from the audience. Although some people were amazed at the uncle's wonderful operation, at least half of the press conference was from Jiuhua. Compared with whether the uncle is a cultivator, this foreigner who doesn't seem to know where he is now is more embarrassing. They are upset.

The expression of the foreigner on the stage changed several times, and finally he just dropped the handle with a cold snort, and walked straight off the stage.

Of course he knows where he is now, otherwise it wouldn't just be yin and yang just now.

"Okay, then we are going to conduct a pvp demonstration of gun battles, and we still need two players, so next..."

"Continue to count me as one."

The uncle grinned rascally and said: "Pvp, then you have to be aggressive, why don't you just switch to the form of attacking, is there any brother to try?"

Although the man's tone was casual and loose, the strong sense of dominance made the host speechless for a moment, and even the audience seemed to have thought so, being brought into his rhythm.

It's just that he doesn't seem to have the confidence to defeat him.

The uncle watched for two or three seconds, and seeing no one agreed, he sighed, and when he was about to step down, he suddenly heard a sharp and confident female voice: "Let me try."

A woman with a ponytail crossed the aisle, stepped onto the stage, grabbed the handle and shook it.

Yan Lu raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't try your best just now, did you?"

Her words made the audience roar.

"Yo." The uncle didn't deny it, "I have some eyesight, girl."

"I'm not on the same level as him."

Just as the uncle said, Yan Lu, who had no expression on his face, was full of aggression.

"If you don't try your best, be careful to lose too ugly."

Yan Lu heard the words "Mr. Fan".

After listening to the conversation between Gu Wulian and Lan Ziqing in the living room, she also searched for Fan Ning's pictures.

As for the uncle standing on the stage now, although his appearance is somewhat different from the one in the picture, he is very similar in terms of body shape and facial contours. It can only be said that... the answer is obvious.

Ah.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly.

Let my aunt dove and run over to play games, right?

The sixth energy level cultivator is amazing?The Director of the Disaster Response Bureau is amazing?When my aunt came from the south to the north, your ancestors were still embryos!

You see, I will not abuse you until you go home and find a wife to drink milk!

Chapter 130 – The Old Devil and the Little Barbarian

Of course, Fanning could see the strong hostility of the beautiful girl in front of him, and was slightly confused by it.

After marrying his wife, Colonel Fan, who had become a good man early on, asked himself that he had never provoked this young girl.

That is how the matter?Could it be that seeing injustice on the road, I really feel that I am using Yuan Ling to bully others?

Just when he was wondering, the host also began to explain the gun pvp content of "The Final Wasteland".

"...In the melee interaction just now, you can see that we have designed a trauma system for different parts, and this system will naturally continue to the gun battle."

On the console on the other side, Yan Lu became familiar with all the button operations at an amazing speed under the astonished eyes of the staff around him.

"It's okay. Although it's a brand new system, it's not too different from the old one."

She raised the handle confidently: "My side is ready."

Fan Ning frowned, using the handle?

For shooting games, you must have extremely high proficiency to play with a handle, otherwise the feeling of torture... Whoever tries it will know.

interesting.

The man rubbed his wrist, picked up the controller and responded, "I can start anytime."

The host, who wanted to say a few more words, was overwhelmed by the tense situation of the two. He opened his mouth, unable to spit out the manuscript that he had typed, so he said with a dry smile: "Then please give me the two players." Let's show the feedback of the gunplay system."

Two heavy infantry armor descended on the hilly area, the mottled rust on the steel armor, and the deep black bloodstains on the heavy rifle bayonet, under the reflection of the setting sun, the blood was pumping.

"Mr. Fan." Yan Lu stared at the display screen in front of him, and said leisurely, "Today is a working day, are you asking for leave to play?"

Fan Ning was stunned for a moment, then grinned triumphantly: "The main reason is to accompany my wife, here, the beauty sitting in the front row."

The woman in the front row of the auditorium pursed her lips and smiled generously.