Contract Elf, I have the Code of Flowers

The living room was pitch black.

Song Meng turned on the light in the living room without any hassle, and Shen Jiaojiao's eyes were pricked with physiological tears by the bright light.

Before he could wipe away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, he was taken aback by the pair of panda eyes in the living room.

"Oh my god! So there are people in the living room!" Shen Jiaojiao walked over and said, "Since you are all here, why don't you turn on the lights?"

Shen Jiaojiao touched her eyes, thinking that she shouldn't be the same as these people, right?

"Lu Qin hasn't woken up yet?" Shen Jiaojiao said.

"The captain didn't wake up either." Wang Feifei added.

Everyone was silent.

To be able to fall asleep under such circumstances, this state of mind is so good that it explodes!

They can't do it anyway.

……

Ziyan Country, Xiaolin Town.

It was just dawn, and there were still a few forgotten stars in the still bright sky, emitting a faint light.

Not far from the forest, thick smoke was already rising from the chimney of an ordinary brick and tile house.

"God, go see if those two are ready? Make breakfast and don't burn my kitchen down."

The uncle in a white exercise uniform paused slightly while holding the towel, and said to a tree next to him.

"Master, please don't call me a dog." A small figure flew down from the tree and asked very seriously.

"Okay!" The uncle nodded and agreed.

The corners of the little elf's tightly pursed lips rose slightly, and then he heard his master say again.

"Iron Ball, hurry up and see if the rice is ready, why don't I smell the aroma of the rice?" The uncle put down the towel, wriggled his nose, and muttered.

The corner of the elf's upturned mouth fell again, and he said in a cool voice: "Master, I'm not called Goudan, I'm not called Iron Dan, let alone Heidan, I'm called Jail."

The uncle laughed happily, pointed at the elf with a pipe and said, "I didn't call you a black egg, but your jet-black body is quite in line with your image."

The elf was once again pissed off by his master and ran away.

"Jiao, jail; jail, stop." Kong Wen looked at the back of the contracted elf in a daze, "That's not a good name!"

After a while, Kong Wen suddenly smiled and said, "Sure enough, Goudan is the most suitable."

……

In the not-so-big kitchen, stood two tall men, busy in front of the stove in a hurry.

"Jin Han, come and see if this porridge is ready?" Eagle lifted the lid of the pot, and the half pot of water was almost dry.

"The water seems to be a little low." Although the eagle has never cooked, he knows that the porridge is a bit dry.

"It's a bit dry, why don't you add a little more water?" Jin Han's face was full of bitterness and hatred. He understood the question about flower elves, but he really didn't understand how to cook here.

It's not a big problem if he doesn't understand. He originally wanted to find a video teaching cooking on the Internet and learn now.

But this place doesn't even have a net.

It's really embarrassing for the two elders.

"Then add some hot water?" Eagle asked uncertainly.

"Heat the water, add hot water and stir the porridge and it's ready." Jin Han sighed.

He doesn't know how to cook, but his hands-on ability is not bad. This man, Eagle, hadn't been discovered before, but now he knows that this man is simply a kitchen killer.

Although Jin Han didn't say anything, but seeing how noisy he was for the first time, he felt a sense of superiority in his heart. Sure enough, he was...

"That's sugar, not salt." The sudden voice behind Jin Han interrupted Jin Han's narcissism, and he poured in a spoonful of 'salt' that should have been put in.

"Master doesn't like to eat things that are too sweet, let alone stir-fried vegetables with sugar." The elf looked at Jin Han condescendingly and said expressionlessly.

"Impossible, I just tasted it, this one is obviously salt, and that one is sugar." Jin Han felt that his sense of taste would not be a problem, he could still distinguish between sweet and salty.

Jail crossed his arms and stared at Jin Han without saying a word.

Jin Han's heart skipped a beat, could it be that he really made a mistake?It shouldn't be!

The eagle next to him looked at his porridge, and then at the salt and sugar that he had accidentally replaced.

"Jin Han, that is indeed sugar." The eagle manually changed the position of sugar and salt back, "I think white porridge is tasteless, so I poured a little sugar into it, but I didn't expect to put it back when I put it back. location."

Jin Han didn't say anything, he just turned around and fried another dish of vegetables.

With Jail's verbal help and supervisor, the two finally cooked the meal.

Breakfast was set on the round wooden table, and Eagle and Jin Han stood aside and looked at Kong Wen expectantly.

Kong Wen picked up the white porridge on the table and took a sip, neither swallowed it nor swallowed it, it was really sweet!

Old man, don't you know if you can't eat something so sweet?

Kong Wen showed a satisfied expression for a while and frowned for a while. At this time, the sky was already bright, and Lao Ying and Jin Han were anxious but did not dare to show it.

After 15 minutes, Kong Wen finally put down his chopsticks.

The eagle took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and Jin Han immediately stepped forward and said.

"Kongshen, we really need you this time, and I hope you can help us." Jin Han's tone of respect was something that he didn't have when he was facing adulthood.

"Who told you I'm here?" Kong Wen asked as he wiped his old pipe.

"Old man." Jin Han didn't dare to hide anything.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was a sound from the bong hitting the wooden table, which was mixed with Kong Wen's barely audible laughter, "Old boy."

"Let's go! I haven't been in the world for a long time. I don't know if this old bone can move." The rising sun shone on Kong Wen's body. People don't know Kong Shen.

……

On this side, the attack of the Spirit Creation Organization came earlier than expected.

The alarm sounded in the small town, and the first-level protective cover was used as the first line of defense. Under the watchful eyes of all the strong men in the town, those who were wearing black cloaks and could not see the appearance directly broke through the first-level protective cover without the slightest pause.

The first-level protective cover is the original protection of the town. If it hadn't been prepared, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Everyone acted according to yesterday's plan. Whenever necessary, the safety of those players must be ensured."