Quickly cross Su Daji

Chapter 367 Sick little brother, are you playful? (46)
What if all those hot soups were spilled, scalding her skin, disfiguring her, infected her with bacteria and died?
What if this woman accidentally cut off her own carotid artery and bled to death?
Otherwise, what if she slipped to the point of hitting the back of her head and died suddenly on the spot?
I am definitely not afraid of her death because I care about her, but because I want to continue to torture her for a long time, and I can't let her be freed so easily!
That's right, that's it!
Xi Xingye thought angrily, throwing the remote control aside.

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Su Daji has learned a lot of skills because of boredom in the life of a wandering soul for thousands of years.

In terms of cooking alone, she has learned the essence of all major cuisines from ancient times to the present, and even memorized many unique skills that have been lost long ago.

It's just a few amazing dishes, so easy!

In addition, I practiced my hands on that plane before, so this time I moved very quickly. After a while, the room was filled with the unique aroma of food.

Xi Xingye, who hadn't eaten breakfast, had a quick reaction in his stomach.

"Gu..." the ground called out.

He quickly held it down.

There was a suspicious blush on his cheeks.

What a damn disappointment!

A little annoyed, he took out his phone and started ordering takeaway.

But the fragrance is flowing, especially for hungry people, the lethality is simply frighteningly high.

The aroma of food seemed to be alive, and it kept drilling into his nose.

Well, what floats in the air is the smell of pork rib soup, with a bit... the fragrance of vegetables in it.

He took a deep breath and took a closer look.

It's corn rib soup!

The sweetness is wrapped in the aroma of bones and oil. It is not too sweet, nor too oily, but just right in balance, very attractive.

Xi Xingye's nose shrugged, his fingertips fluttered, and he typed the words "corn pork rib soup" in the search box, but the pictures he found were all ugly, and he had no appetite at all.

I was thinking about making a phone call to order a Michelin three-star meal, but I didn't expect that they didn't cook this kind of home-cooked food at all.

What a shit-shit Michelin!

As soon as he was about to drop his phone angrily, as if his wish had come true, a bowl of delicious corn rib soup appeared in front of him!
The soup bowl is light blue, and the hand holding the bowl is shiny white, with the crisp yellow and glutinous flour in the bowl, and a little bit of verdant green sprinkled on the surface, it is beautiful. Like an oil painting.

Xi Xingye followed that hand all the way up, and met Su Daji's face.

Looking at him with some apprehensive anticipation.

Calmly blacking out the screen of the phone and turning off the pictures on it, he raised his eyebrows and said very flatly, "Why, do you want to poison me to death?"

In Su Daji's innocent eyes, a trace of injury obviously flashed, stood there, bit her lip, without explaining, she picked up the soup and poured it into her mouth.

As if she was anxious to prove to him that she hadn't tampered with the soup, she drank it hurriedly and quickly, some of the juice overflowed from the little cherry mouth before it could be swallowed, and flowed down Chin, neck, all the way down.

Xi Xingye's throat rolled, and he became even hungrier.

(End of this chapter)