Rebel Demon King

Chapter 384 The Ordinary Daily Life of Abnormal Humans (1)

(Uncle had an operation today and spent a day in the hospital, one chapter will be updated first, and two more chapters will be in the morning)
"Ah~~~~!!!"

The morning of the four of them started with a rather sad scream, but the power of the sound from the kitchen to the master bedroom has been greatly reduced, so Fu Yuanzhuo just turned over and continued to whisper in his dream. As for Song Xizhe, one leg crossed On the edge of the bed, I didn't even wake up.

Only Cheng Mo checked the time on his mobile phone, and it was only 2 minutes before his alarm clock rang, so he turned off the alarm clock and got up, there was a gray light in the gap of the curtains, Cheng Mo turned on the night light of the doraemon next to the bed, Suddenly, a warm yellow light ignited in the dark bedroom.

Cheng Mo put on his slippers, picked up the T-shirt hanging on the chair, and when he put it on, he heard Fu Yuanzhuo muttering in his dream, which was reciting the "self-introduction" he wrote yesterday.
Cheng Mo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, instead of going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, he pushed open the door, intending to see why Yan Yitong was screaming.
The air in the living room is colder than that in the bedroom. The cylindrical Gree air conditioner placed in the corner has not been turned off all night. The blades are swinging slowly. The sky outside the window has turned white. There came the chaotic sound of "ping ping pong pong", which ran through the ensemble of the range hood.

Cheng Mo walked through the living room and dining room, and through the transparent glass partition of the kitchen, he saw Yan Yitong's slim back wearing black cat ears and a black and white maid outfit. Her slender and round legs were wrapped in white stockings. Part of it is also attached with a circle of black lace pattern, and it is the absolute field of cream when it is upward.
Even though Cheng Mo is used to seeing beauties, he couldn't help but take a few more glances. The length of the legs is really against the sky, and it perfectly restores the perfect body proportions of a two-dimensional girl with nine heads. No wonder as a very rare As a cosplayer who neither sells meat nor attends events, Yan Yitong still has such a high degree of attention and fans.

Cheng Mo's hand rested on the glass door for a moment, and then he heard Yan Yitong sobbing and reciting: "After turning the fried egg over, turn the fire to low and cook on both sides for one to three times according to your preference. .”

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment, opened the door and entered the kitchen, the sound of the smoking hood increased instantly, and the slight smell of burnt fried eggs hit his face, Cheng Mo probed and saw a silver stainless steel heart-shaped frying pan in the frying pan. Egg mould, the top of the egg in the mold is not yet cooked, the yellow yolk is still liquid, but the bottom is already a bit mushy, Yan Yitong is trying to turn the egg over with a spatula and chopsticks, but her heart-shaped egg cracked instantly, Becomes an incomplete heart.

Yan Yitong also heard the sound of someone coming in, holding chopsticks in one hand and holding a "broken heart" with a spatula in the other, turned his head and saw Cheng Mo, tears couldn't stop falling down, crying and said: "Fried Why is the egg so difficult!"

There was a faint ray of sunshine floating on her pure, milky face, and her smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Maybe it was because she didn't sleep well, or maybe it was because she was still crying, and the silkworms around her eyes were a little swollen. Eyes full of water are like amber
What an infinitely beautiful face of first love.

At this moment, Cheng Mo felt a kind of distracting beauty. He took a deep breath quietly, and looked at the garbage basket at Yan Yitong's feet. It was full of egg shells and placed on a plate on the white marble countertop. There are seven or eight shapeless fried eggs piled up, and two boxes of ten eggs on the side, one of the plastic boxes is almost empty, but there are also several kinds of fried egg molds on the countertop in a mess. Five-pointed star, sun flower, little bear, sliced ​​ham sausage and green onion are placed on the cutting board, the lid of the rice cooker in the corner is lifted, and there is probably porridge inside. The reason why I say probably is because there is less water Because of this, it has been cooked into a particularly thin rice.
Yan Yitong's teary eyes and the scene of the disaster in the kitchen made the originally quiet morning look a little messy.

Cheng Mo sighed inwardly, closed the glass door of the kitchen, and asked, "Can't we not fry the heart shape?"

Yan Yitong shook his head desperately, and the black silk ribbon tied on his collar immediately lifted up.

Cheng Mo reached out to turn off the fire, "I'll do it!"

Yan Yitong pursed his mouth, put the failed work on the plate, then handed the spatula to Cheng Mo, pulled up Cheng Mo's white T-shirt, wiped the tears from his eyes, and whispered: "Am I Stupid? You can’t cook porridge well, and you can’t cook fried eggs well either.”

"It's impossible to be born good at everything. You have to learn even to walk, not to mention such a complicated thing as cooking." While speaking, Cheng Mo took the pan into the sink and rinsed it, removing the scorched sticks on it. The paste was wiped off with a rag, cleaned again, and the pan was put back on the stove.

Yan Yitong watched intently as Cheng Mo quickly brushed a layer of oil on the heart-shaped mold, placed the heart-shaped mold in the center of the frying pan, lit the fire, poured some oil into the mold, and then quickly picked up an egg, Knock twice on the edge of the pan, move it to the top of the heart-shaped mold and break it, and the transparent egg white and bright egg yolk flow into the silver mold.

Then Cheng Mo quickly took a bowl of water and poured it into a frying pan. There was a shallow layer of water on the outside of the heart-shaped mold, and then the fried egg became half-fried and half-boiled.
Yan Yitong opened his eyes wide and saw that the egg in the heart-shaped mold was not battered, and it slowly solidified into a good-looking appearance. He grabbed Cheng Mo's arm and jumped up, "Wow! Wow! Cheng Mo, you are amazing!"

Cheng Mo didn't speak, and sprinkled some salt on the eggs, and when the layer of water in the pot turned into steam, he turned off the fire, picked up the heart-shaped mold with chopsticks, and picked up the spatula And a plate with a heart, put heart-shaped eggs inlaid with tender egg yolks with golden yellow on one side and tender egg yolk on the other.
Yan Yitong immediately beamed with joy, and completely forgot who was cooking in the kitchen just now and burst into tears, "I'll come, I'll come, let me try again."

Cheng Mo stepped aside and watched Yan Yitong repeat the steps he had just done in a hurry, finally made a complete heart-shaped fried egg after a lot of effort.

She carefully placed the heart-shaped fried egg on the plate where Cheng Mo put the fried egg just now, and put on the appearance of two overlapping hearts. She held the plate and said with a shy smile, "This is your heart, this is your heart." is my heart"

Just at this time, Fu Yuanzhuo opened the glass door and heard what Yan Yitong said. He looked at the two heart-shaped fried eggs on the white porcelain plate, and quickly suppressed a smile and said, "Excuse me! Excuse me! You continue."

After Fu Yuanzhuo finished speaking, he closed the glass door with a "bang", and the whole living room was filled with his unscrupulous laughter
(End of this chapter)