My years as a Pokémon trainer

"Where is the kitchen?"

Xiaorou asked as she walked towards Xiaokai.

Seeing that Xiaorou was so persistent in wanting to cook, Xiaokai couldn't refuse, so he could only take Xiaorou to the kitchen.

Fortunately, there is still some beef, meat such as lobster and some vegetables that Xiaokai bought last time in the refrigerator, so making a meal is no problem at all.

Xiaorou took off the kitchen apron, hung it on her body, and quickly tied it up.

The movements were done in one go, and it was obvious that they were the skilled movements that can only be shown by cooking frequently. There was no trace of the pampering of a wealthy daughter, but the appearance of a beautiful cooking god.

Then, Xiaorou washed all the ingredients, processed them briefly, and then started the operation.

In less than an hour, Xiaorou made three dishes and one soup without any effort.

The dishes made by Xiaorou are even more exquisite than those made by professional chefs in the hotel.

Xiaorou made a Boston lobster with cheese pasta, stir-fried yellow beef, stir-fried vegetables with garlic, and a fish head and tofu soup.

During the process, Xiaokai had been silently helping Xiaorou. Xiaorou's skillful movements almost made Xiaokai suspect that Xiaorou was a professional chef.

"Have you ever been a chef before?"

Xiao Kai still couldn't hold back, and while putting the exquisite meals prepared by Xiaorou on the table, he expressed his questions to Xiaorou.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that becoming one of the world's top Pokémon gourmets is one of my dreams!"

Xiaorou served the dishes to the table seriously while answering Xiaokai's questions.

Xiao Kai suddenly realized it, and then Xiao Kai and Xiao Rou sat down facing each other and started eating.

During the process, Xiaorou showed her ladylike side and chewed her food carefully.

Xiao Kai, on the other hand, was the opposite of Xiao Rou. He looked like he hadn't eaten in ten years, frantically putting hot rice into his mouth while sweeping the food on the table.

"It's so delicious. It would be great if I could always have such delicious food!"

While eating, Xiao Kai said what he wanted to express in a vague tone.

Xiao Rou suddenly had two red clouds floating over her face. Is this Xiao Kai's confession to herself?

After all, this was also the first time that Xiaorou cooked for a boy, and Xiaokai's words made Xiaorou misunderstand for a while.

You can't blame Xiaorou, after all, any girl will think that way after hearing such words.

Just when Xiaorou was thinking about how to answer Xiaokai's question, Xiaokai had already finished eating.

After simply putting away all the tableware, he went in to wash the dishes, as if he had just asked an insignificant question.

"This big fool actually mentioned such a serious issue and then pretended that nothing happened and went in to wash the dishes."

The more Xiaorou thought about it, the more depressed she became. As a daughter of a wealthy family, she had been pursued by others since she was a child. She had always been aloof.

But on Xiao Kai's side, the roles are reversed. Xiao Kai is the one who is superior. She is no longer the aloof goddess recognized by Xiao Kai before. Instead, she is an ordinary little girl. cold.

Since Xiaokai was washing dishes in the kitchen, Xiaorou felt bored and started wandering around. Inadvertently, Xiaorou saw a photo.

Xiaorou picked up the photo and took a look at it curiously.

This is a family portrait, with a middle-aged man and woman on the left and right each holding a little boy in their hands.

The middle-aged woman had an extremely happy smile on her face, wearing glasses and short pink hair hanging on her shoulders.

The contours of his face are also impeccably beautiful, and the other middle-aged man also highlights the handsomeness and toughness of a mature man in all aspects.

The two of them gave Xiaorou the aura of wisdom and culture that a doctor would have.

Of the other two little boys, one was very familiar to Xiaorou, that was Xiaokai with a bright smile on his face, holding him in his mother's hands, with saliva still in his mouth.

The other one was a boy with a handsome face and a serious expression, as if he was born not to like to laugh.