So lazy, how can you become a fairy

Chapter 108 Flesh splicing, biochemical experiment, explosive refining and alchemy
In front of a small round table, Xingyun was sitting obediently, her face showed a little nervousness, her two calves were close together, her hands were folded in front of her lower abdomen, she was looking straight ahead with a stiff smile on her face.

"Aunt Xiaoyun~"

With a cup of papaya milk on Xiaohuo's back, she flew steadily, without spilling a drop, and landed lightly on the table. The milk slid down her back, and was hugged by her wings precisely, and she stretched out her wings and placed them in front of Xingyun.

"Aunt Xiaoyun, your milk has arrived, it's ready to drink!"

"Ah, that, thank you, Xiaohuo."

Xingyun said embarrassingly: "But auntie said, you don't need to be so polite, and you don't need a small fire to pour the milk yourself, you are so young..."

"How can that be possible!"

Xiao Huo held his head high and proudly said, "I just want to make Aunt Xiaoyun feel at home. How about it, Xiao Huo has done a good job!"

"No, not bad... great!"

Xingyun tasted the milk with a smirk, and frowned subconsciously, but quickly realized that, before Xiaohuo could question, he quickly explained.

"No, milk is delicious, but it's just that I'm not used to sweet food, it's my problem, not Xiao Huo's fault!"

"Huh? I don't like sweetness..."

Xiaohuo tilted his head, and suddenly thought of something: "So, last time, Aunt Xiaoyun asked her mother to help bring a lot of bitter snacks?"

"That's not a snack."

Xingyun stretched out a finger and corrected with a smile: "That's Aunt Xiaoyun's source of motivation. If you don't endure hardships for a while, you will feel that you have no fighting spirit..."

"Well, I don't really understand, but forget it..."

Xiaohuo shook his head, looked at the closed door of the kitchen, and asked curiously: "I just don't know what the food my mother cooks, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty?"

"Well……"

Xingyun followed Xiaohuo's gaze, and shivered subconsciously. She slightly raised the tip of her nose, as if smelling a faint smell of blood, and couldn't help showing a little panic on her face: "I feel that Senior Sister Hongli did it The food that comes out may not be enough to describe it with ordinary taste vocabulary..."

"Ah?"

Xiao Huo was full of doubts. Isn't it just cooking, what can I do?
There are many primitive hunting methods in her blood inheritance, and there are not without bloody eating scenes.

She has seen so many terrible scenes, can the dishes made by mother be more terrifying than that?

Hey, impossible, absolutely impossible!

……

As soon as the screen turns, your little cutie suddenly appears!
Ahem... It seems that she is not too cute now.

The kitchen was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the terrifying creature covered in pigeon feathers turned its back to the camera.

The murder weapon in his hand was still dripping with blood, and with the movements of the pigeon-feather monster, it kept hitting the chopping board, causing flesh and blood to splatter everywhere...

"Damn!"

Hong Li, with bloodshot eyes, gritted her teeth and looked at the chopping board as if she were an enemy. The meat on it was not only bloody, but there were still many hairs that hadn't been plucked clean!

"Why, why do you have to process the ingredients after you get them?

These pigeons can't be more sensible, can't they just grow into a form that can be eaten directly! "

Hongli plucked her hair frantically, pulled down a handful of pigeon feathers, and instantly ignited it, destroying the corpse and wiping out all traces!
"Although, but, why do I feel that cooking is not such a style of painting!"

Hongli frowned, looked up at the ceiling, and thought about how her mother in her hometown usually cooks.

Well, when my mother is cooking, her actions are obviously very pleasing to the eye, why did she come to her...

As expected of Hongli, the murder scene was prepared like cooking?

"No, no, have faith!"

Hongli shook her head quickly, shaking off the messy thoughts in her mind, it is a big taboo to be timid before fighting.

"I'm a beginner, and it's definitely normal to have some discomfort at first.

Mom must have been cooking for many years to achieve that level!

I shouldn't raise my standards so much at once, I should set a small goal first, for example..."

Hong Li's eyes were gloomy: "First, disguise the murder scene as cooking?"

Pooh!Pretend to be tall, she is obviously cooking!

"Huh, calm down, don't be impatient!"

Hong Li took a deep breath, forced to adjust her emotions, looked at the pile of dead people beside her... Bah, seeing that there were enough ingredients, she nodded, determined to climb up her back again.

"Well, the first step...successful!"

"After that……"

Hongli rubbed the space between her eyebrows: "Think about what mother would do, um, I should wash these ingredients with water first, but is the pigeon feather on it really all right?
Well, it shouldn't matter, beginners, you can't ask too much!Right, that is it! "

The water spirit surged, washing away the blood stains and impurities, and then it seemed, what happened?

Boil, blanch?How?
Ah, it shouldn't matter if you don't boil it, it's not a big problem, just leave it alone!

"I don't believe it, I'm so well prepared..."

Hongli looked at the bottles and jars placed in front of her: refined salt, vinegar, soy sauce, cooking wine...

Heh, with such thorough preparations, success is inevitable, right?
Just like the scumbags always have the most stationery, Hongli looked at her adequate preparation, and suddenly felt a sense of self-confidence in her heart, "I'm good at it", "I'm very professional", "I'm a chef", and her face showed pride smile.

"As expected, it's me. It's my first time cooking, and I can do this. It's not too much to praise a little genius! Hahahaha!"

……

Outside the kitchen, the glass of papaya milk that Xingyun is not used to had bottomed out at some point, but the fear in her heart continued to spread: "Well, Xiaohuo, did you hear that the man who succeeded in the conspiracy is laughing? "

"Aha?"

Xiao Huo tilted his head: "What?"

"that is……"

Xingyun looked at the kitchen door again, staring closely, as if wanting to see through the hell behind the door: "I always feel that something terrible is happening inside..."

"An'la, Anla, Aunt Xiaoyun, you are too nervous."

Xiaohuo laughed, jumped into Xingyun's arms suddenly, closed his eyes and yawned: "It must be the first time to be a guest, so I'm not used to it, it's okay, take your time..."

"Boom!"

A loud roar came from the kitchen door.

Xingyun: "???"

small fire:"???"

"Ah?"

Xiaohuo looked at Xingyun, the latter's eyes were also confused, don't look at her, she doesn't know either!
……

"Mad is retarded!"

Hongli looked up at the pot lid embedded in the ceiling, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help twitching: "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, it's obviously just cooking soup normally, why did it explode?"

After thinking for a while, Hongli frowned and stretched out her fingers, sucking away part of the flame under the bottom of the pot: "Could it be a problem with the heat, I increased the fire too much?"

"Well...it's a pity that I had a good pot..."

Hongli sighed, squatted down, and took out another cauldron from underneath, laughing out loud.

"Ha, fortunately, I have been fully prepared for such emergencies, and the cricket accident also wants to block my plan?
Come, come, I have prepared [-] pots just for this type of pot. I want to see how many times you can fry it for me! "

With a wave of the big spoon, Hong Li looked into the distance and said, "Come on, Hei Yang, let you see how much I love you!"

……

"hiss--"

Heiyang suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing by, and couldn't help pinching his legs: "This feeling..."

"hold head high?"

Da Ma turned his head and looked at his back, what's wrong, what happened?

"Ah, it should be fine, let's move on first."

Heiyang looked dignified, and was vigilant about his surroundings: "It's just that I always feel some ominous premonition in my heart..."

The chef shakes the spoon, the horseshoe goes north...

　Well, that's right, when someone was diligently coding, unfortunately, he fell into a sleep-deprived coma...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)