Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 184 Constantine's Daily Life

Constantine put down the phone in his hand, picked up the TV remote control, and raised the volume that had just been turned off.

He was sitting on the sofa, his toes not touching the ground, swaying back and forth.

From the appearance, he looks like a kid in the third grade of elementary school, only about 1.3 meters long, with black soft hair slightly long, wearing white casual children's clothes, a pair of plain black eyes like pure obsidian, and a fleshy face , and a little baby fat.

A large-screen TV is hung on the wall, and there are plump green grapes in a wooden basket on the table.

"Hell's Kitchen prequel."

"Chef Lazim says goodbye to an old friend."

"This time the topic is. Lobster Risotto!"

"Your risotto can be added to the Hell's Kitchen menu."

A chef with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, three-dimensional facial features, and a tall chef's hat stood with his hands behind his back and said these words to the contestants below.

"Hell's Kitchen" is a TV variety show with chefs as the main body. Under the decision of Chef Gordon Ram, 12 to 20 contestants will be gradually eliminated until the last winner becomes the champion. The winner will be There will be an opportunity to work as a head chef in a fine dining restaurant.

Each aspiring chef comes from a different background, and all contestants compete at Hell's Kitchen in Los Angeles, where Ramsay asks chefs to cook their signature dishes and Ramsay judges the good and the bad.

Constantine watched the Chinese-dubbed version. He had watched many episodes, and he enjoyed every episode with gusto.

He likes the show very much and is very interested in the various dishes that appear in it.

Every time I look at Chef Gordon and say, "A piece of shit is better than your cooking!", "This is called a plate? This is not your street cart!"

He would think, "If it were me, maybe I could do better than them."

Constantine quickly immersed himself in the show under the monologues of the contestants.

"The topic this time is Beef Wellington."

Chef Gordon showed the contestants today's menu, and several contestants with unqualified culinary skills will be eliminated.

Constantine nodded while copying in a small notebook with a pen.

The ingredients and cooking steps are written on the paper.

"Onions, spinach, mushrooms." Constantine muttered, and the end of the ballpoint pen tapped his forehead lightly, "What is puff pastry? For cheese, I remember that it seems to be that kind of sticky thing. Have"

It has only been two months since he was reborn into this world. Two months ago, he was still a baby who needed to be fed and changed diapers, and he couldn't take care of himself.

It wasn't until about the tenth day that he grew to the point where he could go to the bathroom on his own.

Looking back on those ten days, it was a hell of a time.

Whenever he felt a warm touch on his butt, he knew something was going to happen.

Su Enxi would always pinch his nose and pick him up, clean his ass, and put on a new diaper.

Even now, he doesn't dare to look at Su Enxi. That face will always stimulate his deep memory.

Fortunately, his body has developed a lot, and he can take care of himself in basic life, but he still lacks a lot of common sense.

It’s like an ancient person traveling to modern times. At first, he was taken aback by the villain on the TV. When watching TV with Su Enxi, he had to hug a pillow, otherwise he was always afraid that he would be sucked by the TV. go in.

The world has really changed, and he has to know it from scratch.

But with his elder brother to accompany him, every week, Lu Mingfei would bring Old Tang to visit him here once, or go to a restaurant outside to eat, or go to the cinema to watch a movie and eat popcorn. He and his elder brother will experience novel thing.

Constantine is very satisfied with his current life, and for the first time knows that there are so many wonderful things in the world.

He set himself a long life goal-to become a famous chef like Gordon Ramsay and open a restaurant of his own!
To this end, he is studying hard.

A dragon king who focuses on cooking may make people laugh out loud, but he doesn't like fighting and killing. He watches TV every day and learns to cook. His life is quite happy.

He is such a dragon without ambition, if he can, he is willing to give up the identity of the Dragon King.

The title of the King of Bronze and Fire has always been a shackle for him, but his brother told him that there will be no more King of Bronze and Fire from now on. He is Constantine, and only Constantine.

When he heard this, he cried a lot, thinking that his brother didn't want him again.

After more than half an hour of explanations, he finally understood what his brother meant:
In the future, you don't have to think about fighting and killing, just be yourself.

He doesn't really understand what it means to "be yourself". In the past long years, he has always followed in the footsteps of his brother, and he will do whatever his brother tells him to do.

Suddenly told him to let him be himself, he didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, all his time in the future can be used to think about this matter, don't worry, he can take his time.

There are steps in everything, and today's goal is to make Wellington steak!

He nodded seriously and continued watching "Hell's Kitchen".

An hour later, the bathroom door was opened.

There was mist, and Su Enxi came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a bath towel. She wore little white rabbit cotton slippers on her feet. There was a touch of rosiness on the girl's tender skin.

The air conditioner is on 24 hours a day in the room, but she doesn't feel cold at all.

"Help me blow my hair." She sat on the sofa, tore off the mask and applied it to her face.

"Yeah" Constantine turned his head sideways, holding a Pikachu doll, moved a little bit to the side of Su Enxi, and stretched out his right hand.

"Didn't I say, you dragon king, why are you shy? You have lived here for two months, and you still haven't gotten used to it?" Su Enxi crossed her slender legs, and slid her fingers on the flat plate on the table.

Constantine's head was lowered, he pursed his lips, and out of the palm of his outstretched right hand, a mass of hot wind blew out, quickly drying Su Enxi's hair.

"It's done, Sister Su." Constantine quickly withdrew his right hand, moved it back upright, and stared at the TV intently.

"Sure enough, it's much easier to use than a hair dryer." Su Enxi nodded, "If you go to the shampoo shop to do this service, the business will definitely explode."

"By the way, sister, Brother Lu called just now and told us to go to Japan." Constantine said.

"Going to Japan?" Su Enxi looked sideways, and Constantine looked away again, pretending to be casually looking out the window, "When did he call?"

"While you're in the shower."

"Well, I see, let's go tomorrow."

Su Enxi picked up the phone, dialed the number, and arranged for the flight.

Then she unpacked a bag of potato chips, lay on the sofa, facing the tablet, and operated it for a while.

Not playing games, but buying or selling stocks.

She is the kind of person in the legend who goes up and down tens of millions every minute, holding a tablet and controlling the life and death of countless companies.

"Well, sister, do you know what puff pastry is? Do you sell it in department stores?" Constantine asked suddenly.

"Why do you want this thing?" Su Enxi asked suspiciously.

"I want to...make a steak Wellington."

"Wellington steak? Do you want this? I'll just ask the chef to prepare it and deliver it." Su Enxi put down the tablet and touched her stomach. "It happens that I'm a little hungry too, so it's good to have a supper."

"No, sister." Constantine quickly waved his hand: "I don't want to eat, I just want to make it myself."

"Do it yourself?" Su Enxi glanced at Constantine: "Okay, then I will ask someone to deliver the ingredients, and let them arrange a star chef to come over and give you guidance."

"No need, no need." Constantine shook his head and said, "It's already so late."

Su Enxi gave him a blank look: "Please, you are the Dragon King. Shouldn't the Dragon King be very skilled in waving his subordinates away? Besides, it's not that I don't give money. It's too late for them to be happy when they come."

Su Enxi's tone is not unusual.

At the beginning, she was wary of Constantine. After all, he was the Dragon King. No one knew what kind of personality he was, and what would happen if he was angered. But after two months of getting along with him, she had completely understood Constantine essence.

This is basically a model young pioneer, an outstanding representative of the three good students in the country, a pure and innocent breed who will immediately pay for porcelain when he sees it on the road.

He is so simple, Su Enxi thinks that he can be sold with a big white rabbit toffee, and he will probably be happy to count the money for herself.

"Sister, just tell me what puff pastry is. I'll go to the department store to buy it tomorrow." Constantine said.

"Tomorrow we're going to Japan by plane, so there's no time for you to buy puff pastry." Su Enxi shook her head.

"It seems to be." Constantine scratched his head, "Forget it, let's talk about it next time."

"." Su Enxi didn't know what to say.

Is this really the Dragon King?Isn't it a lost child?

With a sigh, she ordered a bag of puff pastry on the tablet.

About 10 minutes later, she opened the door and removed the meringue that the delivery man had hung on the outer doorknob.

"Your puff pastry." She threw the bag on the table.

Constantine looked up and finally met her eyes.

"Don't look at me, I've bought everything back, and it's impossible to return it. If you want to do it, do it quickly, and go to bed when you're done. Don't oversleep on the plane at 9 o'clock tomorrow."

Su Enxi said as she walked to the bathroom on her own, tore off the mask in front of the mirror, and washed her face with facial cleanser.

The sound of natural gas firing came from my ear.

She wasn't worried that Constantine would make a mess in the kitchen. After all, he was the dragon king in charge of the element of fire, so he had a good grasp of the heat.

This is not the first time Konstantin has cooked. He has made egg fried rice and other dishes before, and the taste can be regarded as on the table.

After he started cooking, Su Enxi's three meals a day were handed over to him, and the number of times he ordered takeaway was much less.

It's just that he's not tall enough. When cooking, he has to put a small bench under his feet, and the apron has to be dragged to the ground. There is an inexplicable sense of joy.

Su Enxi ignored the kitchen, and applied essence and skin cream to her body.

All women love beauty, and she is no exception.

Moreover, women generally age faster than men. If they are not properly maintained, their skin will soon become dry and dehydrated.

After a while of operation, the kitchen also paused.

Wellington steak is a very famous international dish. Su Enxi has tasted it. The process of this dish is not complicated. It takes about an hour for ordinary people to cook, but Constantine is different. He uses the language and does not even use the oven. It will be done in a while.

When I came to the hall, the sliced ​​Wellington steak was already on the plate.

Constantine held up a long apron and looked at Su Enxi.

The two didn't say anything, they just sat and ate together facing each other.

After eating, Constantine took the plate and went to wash the dishes.

Su Enxi thought that if he was born in a human family, he must be a good student who can put awards all over the wall. Why is he a dragon king?
Japan.

Yuan Zhisheng put on the black pattern Fu Yuzhi and turned to go out.

There are eight small tables in front of the big screen, on which different long knives are enshrined, and eight different family crests are depicted in gold on the handles, namely the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum of the Tachibana family, the gentian of the Yuan family, and the Uesugi Bamboo and sparrow from the Inuyama family, red ghost from the Inuyama family, spider from the Fuma family, horse head from the Ryoma family, phoenix from the Sakurai family, and Yasha from the Miyamoto family.

This is the family shrine, solemn and solemn.

All the patriarchs remained silent, except Patriarch Uesugi who kept clicking on her mobile phone, and the blue light from the screen illuminated her magnificent ruby-like eyes.

Although she covered her face with a black veil and wore the black patterned haori worn by men, the wide kimono couldn't hide her curves. She was exquisite and slim, obviously the figure of a young girl.

Mr. Masamune looked at her, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally shook his head and said nothing.

Everyone sat on their heels with their knees bent, their hands on their knees, and their waists straight.

After Yuan Zhisheng was seated, all the heads of the inner three families and the outer five families arrived, and he was the last one to arrive. It took some time to arrange the exchange student team at the headquarters.

The meeting was held in a shrine dedicated to the spirit tablets of the ancestors, and the atmosphere was extremely dignified and solemn. Everyone tried their best to show the sense of ritual that should be on this occasion, but Patriarch Uesugi was indifferent, only seeing the small mobile phone in his hand .

It has been decades since such a grand meeting has been held. Many people present are usually scattered in other places, stationed in different cities for the family.Even for the New Year's celebration every year, the number of people present is only half of this gathering.

If it weren't for the uproar about the "White" incident recently, and the summoning order was sent to the Patriarchs in advance, it would be impossible to gather these underworld leaders together in such a short period of time.

"Eliyi, let's play again later." Yuan Zhisheng shouted in a low voice.

Patriarch Uesugi looked up at him, put the phone under the table, and lowered his head, as if no one would know what she was doing.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed, and couldn't care less.

He knew that Erika was in a bad mood now, and it was useless to talk too much.

(End of this chapter)