The royal chef called me to lose weight [travel]

Sheep and Goudan had hardly seen Changsheng since he started practicing at the King of Hell's Mansion. Goudan hugged Changsheng's arms with the horns, but felt it wasn't enough, so he got up and licked Changsheng's face.

This kind of raised kid has a sense of sight of becoming a golden retriever.

Chang Sheng felt aggrieved and smoothed the goat's hair, hooked the horns of the goat with his little finger and said, "Yan Wang accidentally slipped his mouth. Is Master in the underworld? Did you see it when you were practicing?"

The half-enlightened Sheep and Goudan can be regarded as spiritual. Although Changsheng's words are only partially understood, he understands the general idea.It was licking vigorously at first, but suddenly stopped moving, and rubbed Changsheng's shoulder comfortingly with its horns, bleating softly.

Changsheng heard the meaning of comfort, and he could only sigh to comfort himself. He doesn't know the time conversion method of the two worlds. The best guess is that after his death, many years later, the master may find a lover or a People get free and easy, and finally die.But no matter what it is, every time Chang Sheng imagines a scene, his heart hurts.

Some distorted possessiveness made him used to it. From beginning to end, the master had only himself to depend on for life, but he had left that world, leaving only the master to walk alone, which was even more unbearable pain.

The dull hair on the top of Changsheng's head has wilted, and most of his energy has been lost, because no matter what kind of assumptions are made, it is based on the fact that the master is no longer alive.This is too difficult for Xiaotuanzi to accept. He was adopted by Master when he was a baby. Master has always held the little bean-like longevity in his arms, protecting him in pain for fear of being wronged, and gave him the name of longevity. Name, I hope from the bottom of my heart that he will live a long and happy life.

Although his master's iron-mouthed fortune teller made him die at the age of 16...

Tears fell down like no money, and Changsheng cried silently but it made people feel like their hearts were going to break.He lowered his head and hugged Goudan tightly and sobbed. Goudan didn't know whether it was strangled or something else. The whole sheep suddenly panted rapidly, and its glasses stared like copper bells.When Changsheng was sobbing, there seemed to be a voice in his ears, "Liger... is, here."

After saying this, the whole sheep seemed to have been sucked out of all its strength, and it was limp in Changsheng's arms and could not move.

Chang Sheng, who was weeping for his master and planning to watch the funeral tonight, suddenly shuddered, his eyes seemed to burst into light, and he hugged the dog egg in front of his eyes in surprise, "Master, master?"

Yang Goudan nodded weakly and as if exhausting his last strength... then shook his head again, and then fainted under Changsheng's burning anticipation.

If you can't cultivate well, you can speak out your words and you've reached your limit.Chang Sheng touched the little goat's horn, bowed his head and kissed again, tears and snot all over the wool, but at least he felt a little more at ease in his heart.He carried sheep and dog eggs into the nest, exhausted his mana and fell into a deep sleep. He was too familiar with this, after all, there was a fool who kept tossing himself like this.

The heart I raised just now has not yet calmed down, and the whole person seems to be stepping on the edge of the cloud, so soft that it is not real.He tried to take a few deep breaths, went to the bathroom to wash his face again, his eye sockets were still a little red and swollen, and Chang Sheng used a wet towel to apply a cold compress, and he dared not go out until he was back to normal after ten minutes.

The little heart was still beating non-stop, Goudan said that the master had reincarnated, so he was about to meet the master!Excited and like crying ah woo woo woo.

Thinking of this, Changsheng was stunned suddenly, Goudan only said that his master might be in this world, he didn't say whether it was time travel or reincarnation, let alone his name.It can only rely on guesswork, and there is no proof, so it feels very unreliable.

The corner of Changsheng's mouth twitched. In fact, he was a little excited in his heart, wishing that Chen Qingzhu and his master were alone, but Chen Qingzhu's personality did not change drastically like his own.Transmigrating is not suitable at all. You can only ask Hades about reincarnation, but the other party is impenetrable. Last time, he was ashamed to find a scapegoat for leaking his mouth.

Feeling a little unexplainable loss in his heart, Changsheng clenched his small fists and gave himself a good cheer. As long as the master is still alive, even if the two of them can never get together again, even if the other party has forgotten who the little apprentice he loves the most is still there. Finally, there is a ray of hope.Thinking of this, Changsheng's nose felt sour again, almost dropping a few more beads.

As soon as Changsheng opened the door and went out, he saw that the dumplings had already been filled and put on the table, steaming.Bai Laicai and Yuan Qing were afraid of being hot but they were greedy. After eating several dumplings in a row, they stopped and fanned their mouths vigorously to cool down.

"Monkey eats monkey eats!" Bai Laicai snorted, "It's just that the taste is a bit bland, and the addition of soy sauce makes it a bit salty..."

Bai Laicai was taken aback, so it seems that the taste is just right?

Yuan Qing glanced at him like an idiot. Although he agreed with Bai Laicai's words, he felt a little retarded when he said it.

Chang Sheng had already calmed down his emotions, so he pulled out his chair and sat aside to eat dumplings, "I think it's just right, it's not salty or bland, it's very palatable."

Yuan Qing gulped down a dumpling before saying, "That's because the chef has figured out your taste. From the very beginning, I felt that the taste of the chef's cooking for you is different from that for us. Specifically, I will also say If you don't come out, it's like cooking a small stove for you, and it's like a restaurant assembly line for us."

It's sad to say it, but it's true.No matter how delicious the dishes are, there are some that don't suit the taste, but Chen Qingzhu is simply amazing, and he can clearly feel Changsheng's preferences, even the first bowl of fish noodle soup is very satisfying.

Changsheng was raised by his master since he was a child, and his appetite and preferences followed his master's habits [-]%.Even if the world is changed once the subtle influences of many years are deeply ingrained and difficult to change.

The chopsticks holding the dumplings trembled, and the chubby little white fat man fell into the dumpling plate, but Changsheng's heart was full of waves, and there was always a feeling that Master and Chen Qingzhu were overlapping.Although the two people's personalities are completely different, they are exactly the same in their care and care for themselves.

Xiao Changsheng couldn't be calm in his heart. What happened to this kind of master's shame suddenly becoming a boyfriend. !

Changsheng stood up with a jerk, and the chopsticks fell on the table with a clatter.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Qing still had half a dumpling in his mouth, and this pause made him yelp again.

"I'm going out for a run!" Changsheng's breath was a little unsteady, and the roots of his ears were red.

As he spoke, he put on a piece of clothing, opened the door with a slam, and ran down.

Bai Laicai quickly popped a few dumplings into his mouth, and pretended to steal seven or eight from the longevity plate. He carried the plate into the French window and looked out the window in surprise, "Little master...had a stroke?"

Yuan Qing looked at Chang Sheng, whose face was so red that it was unbearable to look at, running around the building, the hot air exhaled from his mouth turned white in an instant, coupled with the red face above, the whole person was like a little train that was breathing smoke, humming and running with.

"Is it the movie I showed him?" Yuan Qing felt a little guilty when he remembered the wrong folder he had sent.

After explaining the ins and outs of the little misunderstanding, Bai Laicai was stunned, "The chef hasn't been with the little master... so what?!" Sleeping together all day, I thought it was Shengxiao every night!Ganqing is really a pure sleeper under the quilt... I am so envious.

"Even kisses are limited to kissing." Yuan Qing hated iron, "I don't know what the chef is thinking, I think he should stop calling him Chen Qingzhu and change his name to Liu Xiahui."

Bai Laicai's expression was a bit uneasy, and he said a word leisurely, "I don't know if I should say something..."

Yuan Qing quickly interrupted, "It's not appropriate to speak!"

"I always feel that being a chef is like raising a son..." Bai Laicai shrank his neck, dodging Yuan Qingfei's fist.

"Didn't it be wrong to say it!!" Yuan Qing frowned, and wanted to beat Bai Laicai after chasing him.

"If I'm a walk-on, if I don't speak properly, then what's the difference from a group performance!" Bai Laicai argued hard.

Faced with the cold wind, Changsheng was so excited that he didn't even wear a hat and scarf, and ran out the door wearing only a home dress under his down jacket.When I ran to the ninth lap, the heat on my face finally subsided, although there were still some small feelings, nervousness and unknown excitement in my heart.

Taking another step, he already felt a little cold on his face. He lowered his head and rubbed his hands together to let out a sigh of relief, only to bump his head into someone's arms.

"Why do you wear so little to go out for a run in the cold weather?" Chen Qingzhu came back from get off work early after finishing today's work, still carrying a several-layered food box in his hand.Freed a hand to touch Chang Sheng's cheek, frowning, "Why is it so cold? How long have you been out?"

"No, it didn't take long..." The little emotion that had just been refrigerated was like dry wood meeting sparks, crackling and burning, and the tongue of flame jumped out several feet.

"Why is your face so red? Did you catch a cold?" Chen Qingzhu simply took off his coat and covered Changsheng's head, stuffed the food box into Changsheng's hands, squatted forward, stretched his hands back and patted Pat yourself on the back, "Come up, carry you back."

Once again, Changsheng was covered in the coat, his face was flushed, the heat on it seemed to be exposed to the sun for a day in the scorching summer, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and finally, under the urging of Chen Qingzhu, he closed his eyes and threw himself Pour one on the familiar broad back that still has some residual warmth.

Chen Qingzhu stood up with Changsheng on his back, and turned up again. The little fat man lost weight too successfully, and now it is much easier to carry it than last time, but his back is a little burnt, and that place seems to be Changsheng's face...

"Go back and make ginger soup for you." Chen Qingzhu's voice sounded a little cold, but also with a familiar concern, "what do you do when you go out for a run in the cold weather? What do you do if you catch a cold? Why is your face so hot? It’s better to take you to the hospital for an injection to be on the safe side.”

Turning his head in the direction of Changsheng while he was talking, Changsheng lay on Chen Qingzhu's back, wanting to cry without tears.