Marvel's Fairy Chef

"These are the ones." The sulky chef stopped in the corner of the garden, while Xiaolongbao in Shihai roared crazily at the several yellowing plants that had been pulled out from the ground: "Damn prodigal things, good Lingmi." It’s all ruined.”

"Mr. Fang, don't be angry. Hey, Mr. Fang, what are you doing?" Prince Shamir led a group of guards and quickly caught up with the departing chef. As a result, he only took a few steps to see Fang Jie, who was drooling. Well, these few plants Why haven't we pulled out the weeds yet? Is my temper too good recently? Those servants are getting lazier and lazier. They don't even pull out such conspicuous weeds.

"Then Prince, is there still a shortage of manpower here? I don't want much reward, just let me move these plants home." The chef quickly wiped away the saliva and looked at it with a pair of wolf eyes. Shamir, the latter was frightened by the chef's gaze and immediately backed away. Damn, who the hell just said you don't want to join us? Wouldn't it hurt to slap yourself in the face?

"Mr. Fang, if you have something to say, are these weeds some kind of treasure?" Shamir didn't understand why the chef had such a big reaction after seeing these unknown weeds.

The "weed" chef was speechless. He looked at the vampires with a look that said plainly, "You are all wasted money."

"This is spiritual rice. Do you know that this spiritual rice is extremely difficult to cultivate in the God Realm?" The chef wanted to kill these ignorant vampires. Although this spiritual rice is not of high grade, it is the most powerful thing in the world. A kind of mysterious spiritual material, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is extremely rare even in the original world of Xiao Long Bao. Let's put it this way, even the chef's teacher, that guy who is extremely talented, plunders from all dimensions every year, but only produces about a thousand kilograms. Although a thousand kilograms is a lot, it is the output of countless dimensions. Old Liu is reluctant to eat it at ordinary times. He only secretly eats a bowl during major festivals. Do you think this thing is expensive or not? But now, this group of bastards in front of him actually I pulled up several of them as weeds, which made Xiao Long Bao angry.

"That's it." After listening to the chef's explanation, the prince's face became extremely gloomy. He gritted his teeth and looked at the housekeeper beside him: "Whoever is in charge of this yard will tie me up to the balcony tomorrow morning."

"Mr. Fang, can I ask you for help?" After getting angry, the old prince quickly calmed down and said, "Then do you still have that porridge?"

"You still want to eat?" The chef was speechless. You haven't done enough punching yet. Do you still want to eat that thing?

"Hmm, I have something to confirm." The old prince looked around with a complex expression: "You all, please go down. No one is allowed to enter the kitchen without my order."

"I'm sorry, I've run out of ingredients for that porridge," the chef said awkwardly. In order to hold the Fairy Food Banquet, the chef had squandered all the seafood. The crab roe porridge was just leftovers that the chef dug out from the corner.

"Why is it gone?" The corner of the prince's mouth twitched. Without the ingredients, how could he verify his guess? It was as if he had spent ten hours downloading a wonderful video called An Old Man Leading Seven Ching Tais to Fight a Married Woman. , and when I opened it, I saw that it looked like a gourd baby. Believe it or not, I flipped the table.

"Why don't you try other dishes?" The chef said very embarrassedly when he saw the constipated expression on Prince Shamir's face.

"Mr. Fang also knows other magical dishes." The old prince was stunned. Yes, since this guy can cook crab roe porridge, can other dishes also have the same effect? ​​Thinking of this, the old prince became excited again.

An hour later, Prince Shamir, who was sitting in his study, looked at the sky blankly, with a completely ruined expression. What did he just do? Why did I dance the little apple in public and dance while doing it? What are you singing about Fahai? You don’t understand love ghosts. Do you know who Fahai is? Has my image been completely ruined? Oh wow, that damn cook. Is this a side effect?

"Well, Prince, I have already dealt with those guys who peeked at your dance." Christopher suppressed a smile and said, "Have you confirmed that?"

"Confirmed, why did I forget this?" The old prince jumped up from the sofa at a speed that was very inconsistent with his age, then found a silver pen from the desk, and then gritted his teeth and took out the silver pen. The made pen tip was placed in the palm of the hand.

"There is no pain or burning sensation." Prince Shamir's old eyes shone. He grabbed the fruit placed on the desk as a decoration, opened his mouth and took a bite. A long-lost sweet and sour taste passed along the tip of his tongue to the already long-awaited fruit. Numb brain center: "I have a sense of taste now. This is the smell of oranges and no longer the disgusting smell of urine." The old prince said with tears streaming down his face.

"It's true, the legend is true." The old butler on the side looked equally excited. As a bystander, he witnessed a miracle, or the coming of a new era for vampires.

"This matter must be kept secret, do you hear?" The old prince woke up from his excitement and said with an extremely serious expression: "Immediately inform the leaders of other parties that I am going to convene an emergency meeting of the blood clan, right, that cheating cook, ah, that Mr. Fang where"

"According to your wishes, I placed him in the VIP room. The latter is a human being after all, so he may have fallen asleep by now," Christopher replied.

"Well, we must entertain Mr. Fang well. He is the person in the prophecy. We must make friends with him at all costs before others. It seems that he and Aisha" The old prince seemed to have thought of something, and a picture The old face is full of evil smiles

"It's strange, why do I think that prince is a little strange?" The chef lying on the bed recalled the scene in the kitchen just now. The reason why the prince was excited was not just because he could taste the taste again, but what exactly was he doing? What are you excited about? The chef asked curiously about Xiao Long Bao, hoping that the latter could give him an answer.

"Didn't you notice?" Xiao Long Bao trimmed his nails and said, "Are they any different after eating crab roe porridge? Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you can't feel the change in spiritual power." After finishing the words, Xiao Long Bao's contemptuous and sympathetic eyes once again touched my heart.

"I" the chef was speechless. It seemed that I was despised by a certain steamed stuffed bun spirit just now. I didn't want to. But my physique is like this, and I am also very desperate. I am a great master in the Nascent Soul stage, just because I can't sense it. Not to mention that I can't control my spiritual power and fly, and I can't use those spells that require the help of the power of heaven and earth. This is a bit too much. After all, it's useless to practice so hard.

"Your cooking seems to be able to suppress the vampire genes in them." Xiao Long Bao continued: "It's strange, why didn't I know that fairy food has this effect before?"

"What's weird about this? This is Marvel," the chef said nonchalantly.

"Uh" Xiao Long Bao is speechless. The chef is right. Ever since he met this host, his spiritual life seems to have become abnormal. When did he become obsessed with those rotten dramas? It stands to reason that he is a system assistant. What kind of assistant is an unscientific setting? It must be that Seventeen who got stuck again. It’s all the author’s fault. I’m not crooked.

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