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"Marshal..." I just swore that I didn't want to eat it, but because of the system, I was forced to have a different first scene for a while, which was a bit hard to say.

Shan Zhuo silently asked him with his eyes.

"Stay with me for lunch?"

The young man raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils cut water, his expression shy and expectant.

How could Shan Zhuo be willing to refuse?

"Okay." He looked flat, but pampered the young man's head with his soft hair.

Treated like a child...

"Then, let's go."

Chu Jing pursed his lips, picked up the book on the table in panic, got up and walked outside.

He has never cooked before, so it is not an exaggeration to say that his fingers do not touch the spring water. He used to say that "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", but the Taifu will occasionally make him small pastries, the marshal will cook for him, and the speaker will make him a cat. meal.

Chu Jing suddenly discovered that the man he admired could cook.

Is this an essential skill for successful people?

So, learning to cook is also listed in the small goals of the systematic cultivation of emperors?

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. Chu Jing suddenly understood the good intentions of the system. He hugged the book in his arms tightly, thinking that it should be useful later.

Shan Zhuo stared at Chu Jing's back.

The boy who walked in front was clearly duplicity, if he really didn't want to eat, why would he take the book with him?

After thinking for a while, he stepped forward and walked side by side with the boy.

"If Your Majesty wants to eat it now, there may not be time to prepare Sophora japonica and Yuqian, but there is still white peach puree." Shan Zhuo recalled the ingredients that should be in the inner dining hall.

The implication is that he can make white peach oolong rolls.

"Marshal, I..." Although it doesn't seem ashamed to do it by myself, Chu Jing is not confident in his culinary talent, so he hesitated to say, "I want to cook it for you."

I hope that the marshal won't dislike him for cooking too badly.

Shan Zhuo paused when he heard the words, and looked sideways at Chu Jing.

From this angle, you can clearly see the boy's fair neck exposed because he lowered his head slightly, and the roots of his ears that were dyed from white to pink.

"Okay." Shan Zhuo closed his eyes and added, "I will do it with His Majesty."

The knives and kitchen utensils in the inner dining hall are too dangerous for young people who are cooking for the first time.

Shan Zhuo was worried.

"System, do you want to complete the task together?" Chu Jing was worried that this task must be completed independently. In fact, the Marshal's proposal was exactly what he wanted. With someone to help, he should not fail too much.

"……Calculated."

Hearing the system's affirmative answer, Chu Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Several cooking robots who were in charge of serving the emperor's food in the Inner Food Hall saw Chu Jing coming, and surrounded him happily.

The data screens showing emotions on the face turned into 【▽】.

But after hearing Chujing explain that he wanted to do it by himself, it became [qaq] again and had to disperse.

The inner dining hall is divided into several kitchens by different functions. Because Chu Jing intends to make white peach oolong rolls, one of the robots guides them to the kitchen dedicated to baking pastries.

Open the refrigerator door,

The whistling air-conditioning instantly swept away the last trace of summer heat in autumn.Chu Jing, who was already in poor health, shuddered even more. Fortunately, the blush at the base of his ears was also blown away.

"I'll get it."

Shan Zhuo took the book in Chu Jing's hand, entered the refrigerator, and began to select the required ingredients according to the material requirements above.

Chu Jing folded his arms, wrapped up his knitted cardigan, and stood at the door of the cold room to look inside.

The tall soldier looks like he wants to blend in with the ice and snow in the refrigerator, but he has to bend down from time to time to check and select ingredients, doing things that are completely out of character.

The stinging air-conditioning at this time of the year didn't affect him at all, his face remained unchanged, his serious and rigorous appearance didn't look like he was preparing to make a cake roll, but as if he was preparing for a major experiment.

The sss level physique is really good...

Chu Jing poked his head secretly envious.

However, after coming to this world, his body has become much better than before. Except that his sensitivity to pain is still different from that of ordinary people, he has not been sick recently.

Compared with the days when he was sick frequently, Chu Jing is very satisfied with the status quo.

Shan Zhuo counts the ingredients——

Peach jelly, white peach puree, gelatin slices, peach oolong Chantilly cream, whipped cream, white peach oolong tea, milk, eggs.

He put these on the same large plate and served them out. As for the remaining fine sugar, corn oil, low-gluten flour, and pink pigment, they can be found in the cupboard outside.

Putting the ingredients on the neat and clean table, Shan Zhuo looked back and saw the king following him like a little tail.

"It's cold?"

Seeing Chu Jing's lips were a little pale, Shan Zhuo naturally put his hands around the boy's snow-white ears.

The marshal's hand is still warm...

The warm touch pressed against the cheeks, and Chu Jing shook his head badly, so he could only say: "It's okay. Let's start?"

Shan Zhuo looked at the young man eager to try, put down his hands, and suppressed the emotion in his eyes when he turned around.

Very submissive, not at all repulsive to alpha contact, or... just not repulsive to him?

The marshal began to worry about the young king who didn't have a strong sense of gender.

"What do I need to do first?" Chu Jing fiddled with the small pot on the table, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

There are 21 steps introduced in "Summer Solstice", but in fact, the only operations that Chujing operates are putting fruit puree, handing tools, and filtering milk.

He wanted to help beat the cream because he felt sorry for seeing the marshal busy, but the cream splashed out first before it frothed.

Chu Jing had no choice but to watch the marshal take over the work in his hands in shame.

When there was only one step left to mount the flowers, Shan Zhuo turned slightly to his side, motioning for Chu Jing to come up and play.

Holding the mounting gun, Chu Jing was obviously a little nervous, and even forgot to change to a small mounting nozzle, so he used the large mounting nozzle in his hand, and suddenly tilted his hand——

A large piece of cream was squeezed directly onto Shan Zhuo's hand propped beside the cake roll.

Chu Jing blinked, staring at the large piece of cream on the back of Shan Zhuo's hand, just thought "can't waste it", and then took Shan Zhuo's hand without thinking.

The pink tongue appeared in Shan Zhuo's sight, and most of the cream on the back of his hand was instantly swept away.

The boy licked off the little cream that had inadvertently rubbed on his mouth, and satiated

The foot looks like a cat.

Looking at the only point left on the back of his hand, he seemed to want to get rid of it.

"Your Majesty." Shan Zhuo stopped Chu Jing in time, "Don't lick."

Chu Jing's brain roared before he realized what he had done.

He suddenly forgot that he was in human form now, maintaining the habit of a puppet cat, so he simply...

The whole boy is going to be familiar.

Would the marshal think he was a pervert?

In fact, from the perspective of saving food, this behavior should be justified, but he licked the marshal's hand without the consent of others...

How impolite.

Does Marshal have a cleanliness?

Chu Jing's thinking was so chaotic that it was about to tie up.

Fortunately, the marshal didn't bother with him. He took a piece of paper to wipe off the remaining cream on the back of his hand, and changed him to a small piping nozzle.

He took the mounting gun from the marshal.

"Go on." Shan Zhuo's voice was calm.

Chu Jing took a peek at Shan Zhuo's face from the corner of his eye, seeing that the marshal still had a calm face and didn't care about it, so he was relieved.

The boy who continued to decorate did not realize it.

The soldier behind him secretly rubbed the place on the back of his hand where his tongue had passed.

"Ding. Marshal's main mission 17 [Create a delicious meal to comfort the dusty Marshal] has been completed, the task reward has been issued, and the current points are [-]."

Even though from Chu Jing's point of view, he did nothing but frame a big and ugly flower to ruin the appearance of the white peach oolong roll, the system still judged the mission to be successful.

"..."

In the end, under Chu Jing's insistence, most of the white peach oolong cake rolls were forced into the marshal's stomach.

Shan Zhuo was worried that the boy was not full, so he made another assorted noodles.

He sat opposite, picked up the teacup and took a sip, watching the boy swallow and taste through the hot air.

The corners of his mouth, which were always tense, couldn't help but twitch slightly, and drank the tea in one gulp.

……

After Shan Zhuo had lunch with Chu Jing, he rushed to the military camp.

Chu Jing saw that the time was still early, so he went to the library to stay for an afternoon. If it wasn't for the urgent reminder from the system, he might not have noticed that night had fallen outside.

"The speaker is about to arrive home. Do you want to choose the teleport function? Selecting this function will automatically deduct 3 points."

"Yes."

In the next second, the puppet cat fell into the haystack.

"Sorry." The words of apology came from a flat and cold mechanical voice.

A small snow dumpling was trapped in the haystack and struggled for a long time before it got out.

Chu Jing shook off the blades of grass on his back, and the surroundings were a little blurry only by the moonlight.

so dark.

"System..." The youthful voice that was clear in his mind was a little timid at the moment.

"Where is this place?"

Chu Jing knew that the location of the teleportation was set in the chairman's manor, but unfortunately, he did not teleport into the room.

The system reported the location to him.

He actually teleported to the fence of the gate of the manor...

And the system also said that the speaker was preparing dinner on the first floor but hadn't gone upstairs to watch it yet, so he didn't know if he could make it back in time.

The puppet cat is struggling through the flower garden, trying to return to the stone road leading to the villa.

There was a rustling sound, and the sound of standard leather military boots splashing on the bluestone slab.

The puppet cat was suddenly lifted out with one hand between its shoulders.

He thought it was the chairman who came out to look for him, but when he looked up, he was surprised to find that it was the marshal?

The Marshal came to see the Speaker for something?

Shan Zhuo was also surprised, but didn't show it.

He just heard the sound of the grass blades being disturbed in the flowerbed by the roadside, but he didn't expect that it was a cat when he opened it.

Douglas... owns a cat?

The moonlight was so dark that Shan Zhuo couldn't see the cat's color clearly, but his eyes looked blue and mysterious reflecting the moonlight.

There is no identification item such as a collar on the cat.

He frowned, and instinctively wanted to ask its owner, but he didn't even think about cats.

May answer, had no choice but to walk with the cat.

Just ask Glass when the time comes.

In order to facilitate the identification of the robot inside the door, he temporarily put the cat down.

Fortunately, the cat is very good, neither barking nor making noise, nor running around.

The door of the villa opened slowly.

But he saw Douglas coming out of the corner of the stairwell. After seeing him and the cat at his feet, his face was gloomy like a cloud.

"Xiaojing, come here." He heard Douglas say.

"...Xiaojing?" Shan Zhuo frowned.