Is this a mermaid?

"It's done!"

After the ordered camouflage potion arrived, Mingo's interest in food was temporarily replaced by a disguise for Werther.

Thinking of the makeup that Ill gave him the first two times, Mingo's heart is rich-to turn Werther into that virtue.

But the reality is skinny-even if there is no mirror in front of him, wouldn't Werther know what Mingo is smearing on his face?

Mingo had no choice but to honestly take the camouflage potion.

However, Mingo smirked with his back to Werther, and it is still very loving to play freely with the prescribed props.

Recalling the appearance of the leading actor in the drama I was chasing recently, Mingo's eyes flashed some light.

First use the camouflage potion to dye Werther's healthy complexion into bloodless paleness, and then put Werther's long hair that is as black and satin as black and draped down to the ankles.

The eyes are old dark red, and the lips are as red as bloodthirsty.

After looking at his own work, Mingo nodded in satisfaction and asked, "How do you feel, you must not even recognize yourself!"

Werther walked to the glass window and clearly printed his current appearance.

Werther raised his eyebrows slightly: "This look looks familiar."

"Familiar! Just familiar?" Mingo was heartbroken, as if Werther had committed some unforgivable sin, "I have been watching this TV series at eight o'clock every day for the past two months, and you actually said that the male lead is just familiar? Didn't you mean to accompany him?" Shall I watch it together? It’s been two months and I don’t even know the actor, what are you watching next to me!”

It was that TV show.

Werther was silent. Of course he was not interested in these TV series, but Mingo watched them every day.In order to find a reason for himself to be by Mingo's side and take the opportunity to feed Mingo some nutritious meals that he didn't like, Werther could only trick Mingo into watching TV dramas with Mingo.

In fact, when Mingo was watching TV dramas, Werther kept staring at Mingo's face. The more serious Mingo was, the more nutrition packages he could eat unknowingly.

Werther is so busy—he has to observe Mingo's expression, feed Mingo, and prevent Mingo from choking. How can he have time to watch TV dramas?

"I always pay attention to the analysis of the plot when I watch TV dramas, and I usually don't pay attention to the characters." Werther defended calmly, "You like the male lead very much?"

"That's right!" Mingo said in his heart, "Andanarusius is really handsome! I've never seen such a handsome man!"

"When I was watching ancient history, I saw that when women still existed, only fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls would crazily like the characters in TV dramas, although the existence of these people is generally not in line with common sense." Witt Seriously analyzed, "Compared to those illusory things in TV dramas, I think it's better to pay attention to people and things in reality."

Werther stood in front of Mingo, blocking Mingo's full sight.

Who the hell is that Andnarusius.

Mingo has never praised him for being handsome!

The behavior of a character like Mingo who is obsessed with the virtual world is irrational and unhealthy. Werther told himself in his heart that Mingo must be corrected.

Let him realize that compared to Andnarusius, he, Werther, is more valuable to watch!

"That's right!" Mingo rushed forward and hugged Werther very politely, "Werther is also very handsome."

Werther nodded slightly.

"It's really like Andena now!"

Mingo said enthusiastically.

In an instant, Werther had the urge to kill the actor again, and then banned the bloody TV series with the bad mermaid.

"Witt, let me tell you, if you go out now, many people will definitely pay attention. You know, this drama is the hottest adventure TV drama in the universe recently. Not to mention the mermaid, many men like it very much." Mingo recommended, wishing he could give a compliment to his image design.

Witt looked at Mingo, and immediately became serious: "We are out now, and we should keep a low profile. How can we get so much attention? You know, the more people pay attention to me, the more dangerous we will be exposed. Mingo, change your look. "

"No way." Mingo couldn't accept it, "I spent so much time and effort, and finally got it done, what if you don't pass?"

"No matter what, I have to go out like this once!" Mingo insisted.

"I'll give you a try tonight, we won't go out tonight, let's go tomorrow."

"Wett! How can you be so shameless?" Mingo shouted angrily.

Next to it, the foodie also called out.

"Father, we're going out!"

In the end, Werther really couldn't hold back the foodies, one big and one small, so he went out with long hair reaching his ankles.

As Mingo said, the rate of turning heads was really high along the way, and Werther even saw several people secretly filming him.

Maybe the stain on this life will be left forever.

Thinking of this, Werther's face became even colder, and he will be seen by his father and Gavin again.

"Hey, foodies, do you feel a little cold?" Mingo shuddered suddenly, wondering why the temperature had dropped suddenly, but as soon as he spoke, he felt the temperature rise significantly.

The temperature of this gourmet planet at night is really unpredictable.

"Approve another piece of clothing. The temperature here at night is hard to say." While shirking responsibility, Witte took off his coat and put it on Mingo, revealing his strong and lean arms.

Mingo looked enviously and said, "You can't."

Werther shook his head: "Have you ever seen a fire-type supernatural being caught in the cold? I can use my supernatural power to heat myself."

"Hey, you still have this function, why did I feel cold when I walked next to you just now?"

"It's because I don't have the ability to operate." In addition, there were some emotional fluctuations.

"How are you doing now?" Werther asked with a slight frown, a little unaccustomed to the temperature around him after activating his abilities.

"It's very warm." Mingo said with a smile.

Immediately, the little discomfort in Werther's heart disappeared.

The night is getting darker, but the lights on the gourmet planet are getting brighter and brighter.

The houses facing the street opened their doors one after another, put seats and various cooking utensils in the yard, and just like that, it became a small shop.

No signs, no shouting.

Only rely on the cooking skills of the chef and the color and fragrance of the food to lure the guests.

Food planet, there are such small family shops all over the planet.

And the signature delicacies handed down from such a small shop are all family-inspired craftsmanship, each with its own characteristics, and it is so beautiful.

The most amazing thing is that the air is filled with the aromas of various delicacies, but they are not mixed together. As long as you pay attention, you can smell the difference.

Mingo's tail is strong, and it slides very fast, the speed has caught up with the trotting of the men.

Many people looked at Mingo in amazement, they were all pregnant mermaids, since he still had this speed.

And the man next to the mermaid looks quite familiar. He seems to be a celebrity?

The foodie couldn't bear it any longer, and jumped off Mingo's embrace, with four little hooves running wildly, and rushed directly to his favorite shop.

Gold-swallowing beasts usually only feed on metal, but since the foodie followed Mingo and ate some human delicacies, the pace of eating and drinking can no longer be stopped.

Recently, the weapon masters supported by the palace are complaining that the miscellaneous gold they provide always has a strange smell and something caught in it.

If he told the masters the reason, Mingo felt that the foodies must be dead. From then on, the recipes were monotonous, only metal was left, and candles were lighted in silence.

The foodie eats like Mingo, and the taste is similar to Mingo's, even the small shop he likes is exactly the same.

Mingo looked from the back, and the foodies rushed into the gate. He was still some distance away, and immediately became anxious, and his tail slid hard on the ground—thanks to the smoothness of the ground, Mingo squeaked like ice skates. He rushed over, and rushed to enter the door with the foodie.

The small shop just opened, but there were already many people inside. The chef was cooking food in a hurry, but Mingo suddenly appeared, which made the chef's hands tremble and he put too much vinegar.

"It smells so good." Mingo leaned over to take a look, and the foodie also jumped onto the stove two or three times, and pulled it against the side of the pot without fear of the heat, taking a deep breath.

"Hehe." The chef smiled stiffly, and he was not busy cooking anymore. He turned off the fire and asked, "Are you alone?"

Such a big-bellied mermaid, which man can rest assured that he will come out alone.

"No, there's another one behind, he's too slow." Mingo said with disgust, stepping on the tail of Mingo's voice, Werther also rushed in.

Originally Werther was leisurely following Mingo's speed, but Mingo suddenly exerted force, and Werther wanted to rush along with him, but his stupid wig dragged Werther's back, and even almost stumped him.

"Mingo." Werther rushed over and grabbed Mingo, frowning and commanding, "Why are you in such a hurry, take your time, what if you fall."

"And you." Werther said with a dark face, "Dad is pregnant, so why don't you be a foodie and worry about your father?"

Mingo and the foodie nodded immediately, but the wallet is still on Werther's body. If you have money, you are a master, and you have to be obedient.

The chef said understandingly: "Pregnant mermaids are very edible. The food in our family has been handed down for thousands of years. It is very fragrant. It's normal for mermaids to be in a hurry. You just need to keep up."

Witt nodded and said, "Please order your signature dishes here."

Mingo pulled down Werther's sleeve. He just took a look. There are thirty people in the yard, and everyone's table is empty. How long will we have to wait?

"It needs to be eaten right away." Mingo changed, "It also needs to be delicious."

The chef laughed loudly: "It's all done slowly. We have the freshest food here and don't keep it stale. But if you're really hungry, you can eat this in the pot first. It's just a little more vinegar. However, you are pregnant, so it should be just right to eat this."

Mingo looked into the pot with bright eyes and nodded in agreement.

The chef took out a big plate to serve Mingo's food, and asked the people in the yard with a loud voice: "No one will grab food from the pregnant mermaid."

There were sparse voices of denial in the yard.

"Haha, I don't think anyone is so wicked. Pregnant mermaids have preferential treatment. If you want to eat something, I'll make it for you first."

Good man.

Mingo was so moved that he immediately ordered all the items in the store.

The chef was shocked: "You can eat, we have a lot of food."

"Yes, yes." Mingo said hastily, swallowing the last sentence tactfully—maybe it's not enough.

There was no one talking in the small courtyard, and I saw the pregnant mermaid who came in before and ate the little pet he brought, and the long-haired man who came in later sat there without eating anything, the only action was to put the shelled mermaid After handling the food and feeding it to his mermaid, he helped to wipe his mouth. As for the golden little pet, no matter how hard the shell was, they would chew it directly.

After sweeping up the food on the table, Mingo leaned his face to let Werther wipe it clean for him.

"Do you still want to eat?" Werther asked calmly.

Mingo thought about it: "Forget it, just pack a few items, this is the first one, and you have to save your stomach for the others."

Werther's hands were stiff, it was because he was not full at all, he was so naive who thought he could go home directly after going out from here.

"If you don't want to forget it today, it's not good to eat too much of this kind of food." Werther advised.

"Guests, don't worry, all the ingredients here are the fastest and purest, and the raw materials are all eight hours old. You don't have to worry about health problems when you eat on our gourmet planet." The chef said this in a trance, but With the food intake of a mermaid like you, it's really hard to say whether something will happen or not.

"Okay." Looking at Mingo's smug little eyes, Werther shook his head. Vidok will be there before twelve o'clock tonight, and if there is really anything that can be dealt with by then, if something goes wrong, he will be given to Mingo. Ge a lesson.

"Continue to eat if you want to eat."

With the packed things, Werther held Mingo tightly and walked out of the gate with the foodie in his arms.

Behind him are the admiring eyes of all the customers. The brother's psychological quality is really good.

And the chef, weeping silently, if pregnant mermaids can eat so much, how much money will he have to save to marry a mermaid!