Conan, kill the emperor at the beginning

"Brother Qin Feng, is this cake delicious?"

Listen to the chirping sound in your ears.

Conan swallowed suddenly and spoke hesitantly.

"No, it's not delicious at all. You kid, don't try to steal it from me."

"I'm warning you, these are all mine."

Qin Feng's eyes were full of warning.

While talking, he didn't forget to grab a dried chili pepper on the cake on the side and started chewing it.

Couldn't help but nodded.

At this moment, he finally understood why Fei Yingli was so keen on cooking.

Tasting it with her taste buds, this cake was definitely close to the pinnacle of advanced culinary skills.

A variety of ingredients are blended to an extremely perfect level.

Even the phosphor in it...uh, phosphor?

Qin Feng was stunned.

Looking at the glowing cake, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

It turns out that Fei Yingli just said that the secret weapon that can perfectly blend a variety of ingredients is this thing.

Are you sure this won't kill people?

After calling up the drone, Qin Feng was speechless for a moment when he saw Mouri Kogoro, who was unconscious in the toilet and foaming at the mouth.

But he was speechless, and he never stopped chewing chili peppers.

After all, he is using Fei Yingli's taste buds now.

If we exclude the small disadvantage that phosphor may be poisoned.

This cake is indeed perfect.

Anyway, Qin Feng tastes better than his own cooking.

After all, according to the laws of the kitchen, no matter how delicious the food you cook is, it will still be compromised when you eat it.

Qin Feng didn't know if other people felt this way, but he just didn't like his cooking.

He didn't bother to think about the reason.

Of course, laziness definitely plays a part.

Gudong!

Gudong..........

Regarding Qin Feng's words, Conan always listened to them the other way around and didn't believe a word of them.

But this time it seemed that he couldn't help but not believe it.

After all, things on the cake are a little messy though.

Black, red, white, blue, plus the abnormal green light.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like food from the underworld.

It was simply one of the most terrifying dark dishes he had ever seen.

It's almost like the intestine soup I had when I was in New York.

Recalling the scene at that time, Conan suddenly felt his stomach churn, and he had an urge to faint.

But the long-term monotonous diet, the sight of his mother and others eating with a red face, and this bastard... He can't possibly do something like this, killing a thousand enemies and damaging himself eight hundred. Bar?

Conan swallowed again.

Suddenly he clenched his fists.

With lightning speed, he rushed towards the remaining cakes on the table.

Snap!

Qin Feng raised his hand directly.

A big dick hit Conan in the face.

Qin Feng said angrily: "What are you doing, you kid? Didn't you hear what I said?"

"This cake belongs to me, how dare you steal it?"

"Look at you, really, why do you care about a child?"

Fei Yingli couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

He cut off a piece of cake and handed it over.

"Your name is Conan, right?"

"Come on, this is a cake I made myself. Eat it slowly."

"Thank you Aunt Yingli, I..."

Conan raised his head obediently and put on a disgusting face.

Before he could finish his words of thanks, he met those inquiring eyes.

He couldn't help but shudder, quickly took the cake, and ran out without looking back.

"Why is this little devil so disobedient?"

After Qin Feng took a sip of the recovery potion, he couldn't help but sigh, with some pity in his eyes.

I reminded myself so clearly, and the color and taste of this cake.

I really don’t understand what my cheap son is thinking.

Is this the great detective?

How do you say that.

By the way, it’s hard to persuade the devil to die.

"Okay, you are too petty, why are you arguing with a child?"

"If you want to eat it, I can just cook it for you every day from now on."

Fei Yingli couldn't help but chuckle, and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the sesame from the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

Seeing this, the little angel's eyelids suddenly twitched violently.

Subconsciously he raised his head, with a dark light shining in his eyes, and asked with an inexplicable expression: "Do you make cakes for Mr. Qin to eat every day?"

"What, is there a problem?"

Fei Yingli raised her eyebrows and said without hesitation: "Can't I make cakes for Mr. Qin every day?"

"Don't even look at what your dad is like now. I'm too lazy to do it for him."

"And you, if you have time to bring us back together, why not try to call Qin Jun daddy more often."

"This way when we get married, we won't be unable to scream."

"Ha, call Qin Jun dad... dad?"

The little angel was stunned, and the momentum of his transformation to the Super Saiyan God suddenly stopped.

She once again thought this was an angry remark about her father's poor performance.

He couldn't help pouting and whispered: "There's no point in practicing this. I don't even know how many times I have shouted."

"What did you say?"

Fei Yingli didn't hear something clearly and asked in confusion.

"Haha, nothing, nothing."

"It's just why dad hasn't come out for so long. I'll go take a look."

Xiaolan stood up in a panic and left the place as if running away.

Seeing this, Qin Feng glanced at Fei Yingli without any trace to make sure that she really didn't hear her, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

This Shura Field must be too torturous.

This is just a trend, but I feel frightened. Wouldn't it be the beginning...

Forget it, die early and be born early, we must bring Fei Yingli into the same battle as soon as possible...

"Ah, help, someone come and save me... Wuwuwu, vomit..."

Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed all around.

Fei Yingli frowned and walked out.

I saw Conan lying on the stairs on the first floor.

Within half a minute, the original screams had disappeared.

It turned into a moan like a mosquito.

From time to time, another mouthful of foam would come out of his mouth.

Fei Yingli frowned deeper and walked over.

Was about to say something.

Qin Feng was the first to step forward, intending to treat his cheap son.

But at this moment, Conan suddenly raised his head and said tremblingly: "You bastard... you tricked me... again..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced twice and fainted.

Seeing this, Qin Feng took back the recovery potion with an expressionless face.

This treacherous son actually dared to talk to him like this. He really rebelled against him.

"Hey, what's wrong with this strange kid? Is he sick?"

"Hey, now my cake is wasted."

Fei Yingli sighed subconsciously, with a look of regret on her face.

Qin Feng immediately nodded in agreement.

It's a pity indeed.