I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

Chu Zihang was still dressed in the usual sportswear, with a cold look on his face.

The alchemical weapon, the Divine Sword? Murasame slowly unsheathed it, and a cold light shone on his handsome face.

Short stature, holding a knife in both hands, spitting.

The next second, the sharp sword light suddenly appeared, and the light and shadow intertwined, accompanied by bursts of dull clashing sounds.

The knife stops and returns to its sheath.

Ignoring the applause of appreciation behind him, Chu Zihang expressionlessly took the pile of minced garlic on the chopping board and put it on a plate.

"Wow! President Chu, you are so handsome. I now believe that your sword skills must be above Caesar's. This skill is so powerful!"

Krol Bernard put his face close to the chopping board like a little fan girl and clapped vigorously.

"No, Caesar's sword skills are also very powerful."

Chu Zihang responded perfunctorily.

"Senior brother, I just asked you to help chop some garlic. That's all."

Han Qingcheng, who was wearing an apron, was leaning at the door of the kitchen. He was quite speechless as he watched Chu Zihang's handsome operation which caused a crowd of 666 cheers.

Some people actually think that Japanese knives are easier to chop garlic than kitchen knives?

heresy!

After taking the plate of minced garlic from Chu Zihang, Han Qingcheng turned around and got into the kitchen again.

The air conditioning in the dormitory was on full blast. Lin Jin, who had taken off her coat, was wearing a somewhat tight woolen sweater that vividly outlined the beautiful curves of her upper body.

She volunteered to help in the kitchen and was skillfully cutting two green onions into green and white green onions with a kitchen knife.

The peppercorns in the oil pan were already fragrant. Han Qingcheng poured the minced ginger, garlic and other accessories from the plate into the pan and stir-fried until fragrant.

"This spicy tofu is my specialty, but I need to use less chili pepper. Senior Sister Kroll is French, so she probably doesn't like spicy food."

While pouring the bean paste into the pot and frying, he chatted with Lin Jin.

It has to be said that Kassel College not only promotes Chinese communication throughout the college, but even the supermarkets have a lot of domestic products.

Except for the fact that you won’t see those adults grabbing discounted eggs, you will feel that this place is almost the same as a domestic supermarket.

"You are quite attentive. Kroll really doesn't like spicy food. Every time he eats hot pot with me, he always eats clear soup."

After helping Han Qingcheng prepare all the side dishes, Lin Jin crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame with a smile.

"Junior Brother, you are such a good man. What do you think of Senior Sister's beauty? Senior Sister, I happen to be single!"

Kroll, who was completely unable to find a conversation with Chu Zihang outside the kitchen, kept his ears pricked up, listening to the conversation between the two in the kitchen.

"Stop me, Senior Sister. A straight man like me is a nightmare for you romantic French beauties."

Han Qingcheng replied in a loud voice while waving the spatula with ease.

The noise in the kitchen was so loud that the two of them had to raise their voices to talk from a distance, which sounded like a folk song.

"What is a straight man of steel? Is it your Chinese dialect?"

Kroll obviously couldn't handle Han Qingcheng's jokes.

Lin Jin pursed his lips and smiled secretly.

"Oh, after all, I am a traditional person and don't want to fall in love with foreign girls."

After all, they had a mission team friendship. Although the two of them didn't have much interaction, their relationship was not bad. Han Qingcheng and Kroll had no burden to joke around.

"Tch, there's a Chinese girl standing next to you. Junior Brother, our Lin Jin is not easy to chase. In the future, please invite Senior Sister to dinner more often. Senior Sister will work as an undercover agent for you. I will tell you my measurements and so on."

"Ahem, senior brother, help me ask why Lu Mingfei hasn't come yet. I'll finish cooking this dish and we can start dinner."

Kroll's fighting power was so strong that Han Qingcheng couldn't take the attack at all and quickly changed the subject.

"Come on, come on! Didn't I go buy some wine? Snowflake went all the way to buy it."

Before Chu Zihang could pick up his phone, Lu Mingfei's voice came from the door.

This guy was holding a cardboard box and a bottle of red wine in his arms.

"Hey, Junior Brother Lu is here. I finally have a teammate. Otherwise, I would have put a lot of pressure on the three Lion Heart Clubs by myself."

Kroll helped Lu Mingfei take out the red wine from his arm and said with a smile.

"Okay, sit down, sit down, dinner is ready."

Han Qingcheng put the dishes on the plate, took off his apron and greeted.

"Steamed sea bass, beer duck, tomato beef brisket, Mapo tofu, stir-fried lotus root, cucumbers. Come, come, try my cooking."

The dishes were quickly put on the table, and the five people each dragged their stools and sat down around the "dining table" made of two small mobile tables.

"Holy crap! Old Han, did you do this all by yourself?"

Looking at the array of dishes on the table, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"if not?"

Using his thumb to push open the cap of the beer bottle, Han Qingcheng glanced sideways at Lu Mingfei.

"When did you order this skill? I've never heard of you talking about it before. I'm afraid you're a painting in a Chinese fairy tale!"

"Why am I telling you this? Do I want you to have sex with me every day?"

Putting a bottle of beer in front of him, Han Qingcheng rolled his eyes at him.

Chu Zihang opened the red wine and poured a glass for Kroll.Lin Jin, on the other hand, took the initiative to ask Han Qingcheng for a bottle of beer.

"Here, let's drink to the first dormitory reunion!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses and clinked them together.

"Junior brother, what does dormitory fellowship mean?"

As an out-and-out Frenchman, Kroll couldn't quite understand the meaning of dormitory fellowship, an essential social activity at Hua Xia University.

"It's just for the men and women in the dormitory to come out to eat and play together. The purpose is simple and straightforward. Senior sister, have you ever learned the idiom that a drunkard's intention is not to drink?"

Lu Mingfei said vaguely with a piece of duck wing stuffed in his mouth.

In fact, this was the first time he met Kroll today. Although the two were both members of the student union, they had never crossed paths before.However, as long as someone he meets is not on business, his ability to answer conversations is always good.

"Oh, to put it bluntly, it's just that junior brother is having a friendship with us, Lin Jin. We are all here to make soy sauce."

Kroll nodded repeatedly, and immediately understood the key points of Lu Mingfei's expression.

"For this scene, the word light bulb would be more appropriate."

Chu Zihang, who has been carefully picking up the food, adds the knife seriously, as if he is having an academic discussion with you.

"That's enough for you. The food is not good or the wine is not good. Come on, let's leave one more!"

Han Qingcheng, who was sitting next to Lin Jin, couldn't help but feel dizzy. They were talking about cross talk one by one. They were in such a tacit understanding.

Lin Jin was not shy at all, always smiling and acting politely.

After two glasses of beer, his stomach was cold, which finally relieved his embarrassment.

"Well, junior brother, your cooking skills are quite good. From now on, I will cook more for senior sister. Your major tasks will be taken care of by senior sister."

Kroll, who was not good at using chopsticks, had his mouth full of oil. He drank a big sip of red wine with Han Qingcheng, patted his tall chest and made bold remarks.

Clearly, the bulwark of the revolution has been breached from within.