Mountain God and Demon King

"If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach."

Qingwu looked at this sentence in the book and fell into thinking.

At this moment, he finally understood why Shangshen Zijue would bring his own dishes every time he came to Shuangluo.

It turned out that Zijue Shangshen came here with this intention in mind.

How insidious!

Qingwu hated Zijue Shangshen even more.

From the first time he saw Zijue Shangshen, he hated him.

I always like to cling to Shuangluo, it's an eyesore when I look at it.

Qingwu slid her finger over the sentence "If you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach", and made a decision in her heart.

All the monsters tremblingly looked at Qing Wu who was wandering in the kitchen, flustered and at a loss.

They don't know what happened to His Highness the Demon King today, to come to such a small place as the kitchen.

The moment they saw Qingwu appearing in the kitchen, all the monsters were really startled.

"You guys." Qingwu looked at the demons.

"Your Highness." The monsters bowed their heads, waiting for the next sentence.

"Go out first." Qingwu said seriously, "This king didn't ask you to come in, no one is allowed to come in."

"Yes." All the monsters responded respectfully, and then exited the kitchen one after another.

When they were about to leave the kitchen, all the monsters looked back at Qingwu, full of doubts in their hearts.

What are you doing, Your Highness?

Qing Wu had a serious face, until the door was closed, his expression eased down.

"Then let's begin."

Qingwu turned around and looked at the various ingredients, full of energy.

How can such a small matter as cooking be difficult for me?

Qingwu is full of confidence, what Zijue God can do, he can naturally do it!

Shuangluo, just wait!I will definitely make the most delicious food for you!

Thinking about it, Qingwu couldn't help imagining Shuangluo's appearance when he ate the delicious food he made by himself, and laughed cheerfully.

Looks like a real fool.

Qingwu was so confident, but the next moment, his confidence was hit.

What should he do?

The ingredients and equipment were all in front of him, but he didn't know what to do.

As a majestic demon king, how could he cook for himself?

To put it bluntly, Qingwu is the master who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, stretches out his hands to eat, and opens his mouth. He can't even imagine cooking.

Do you give up?

Qingwu was at a loss, felt an inexplicable anxiety in her heart, and the idea of ​​giving up also appeared.

no!I don't want to give up!

Qingwu shook her head, shaking off the thought of giving up.

As long as he thinks that Zijue God is sending food to Shuangluo, he will be furious. He doesn't want to lose to Zijue God. If Zijue God can do it, he will be able to do it!

He must take Shuangluo as his own and not give Zi Jue any chance to revive.

"If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach."

Qingwu read it softly, with simple movements, turned around, stepped forward, and opened the door.

"Wow!"

With a bang, the little demon fell to the ground.

They have been eavesdropping against the door outside.

"Which one of you has the best cooking skills?" Qingwu asked.

"she."

All the demons point to the same demon. It is a locust tree demon named Huaiqiu. She came to the Demon King's Palace 700 years ago. She has been working in the kitchen since she came to the Demon King's Palace. This is herself. Even if she is strong enough to take on a higher position, she only loves cooking.

Being named, Huai Qiu didn't panic at all, she accepted the fact that she was a good cook, stepped forward gracefully, and saluted politely.

"Your Highness."

Yokai are not like humans, they don't flatter each other about these things, facts are facts.

"You come in with me, and the others will remain the same, without my order, you are not allowed to come in." Qingwu said sharply.

"Yes, Your Highness." All the monsters responded.

After Huaiqiu followed Qingwu into the kitchen, he closed the kitchen door.

Huaiqiu scanned the kitchen, and there was no sign of anything being tampered with in the kitchen.

Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?

Huaiqiu withdrew his sweeping gaze and looked at Qingwu.

"Can you teach me how to cook?" Qingwu looked at Huaiqiu expectantly, and the sincerity on his face moved people.

Huaiqiu was stunned, her thoughts got stuck for a moment, Qingwu's figure was reflected in her beautiful emerald green eyes, and his figure overlapped with another figure in her eyes.

"Hey, Huai Qiu, teach me how to cook."

That person's voice rang in her ears at this moment, and something called missing appeared in Huai Qiu's eyes.

It was "Missing" that Qingwu couldn't understand, she couldn't understand it, but her mood was involuntarily affected by Huaiqiu, and she became a little depressed.

"How could Your Highness have such an idea?" Huai Qiu asked.

In her memory, she asked the same question.

"Me, I want to cook for him! Every time he cooks for me, I want to cook for him too!" The man smiled, and his happy smile shone like gold. The most beautiful smile ever.

"I want to cook for Shuangluo." The tone was firm, overlapping with the firm voice in memory.

Obviously speaking different words, but with the same mood, for the same purpose, cooking for the one you love.

There was heat on his face, Huaiqiu reached out to touch it, it was tears.

"Wow! Huaiqiu, are you okay?" Qingwu asked in a panic.

"Your Highness, I'm fine." Huai Qiu wiped away tears, with a faintly sad smile on his face.

"It's just that I suddenly thought of a friend, and it's a little sentimental."

"That friend is very similar to His Highness, really, very similar."

Huaiqiu's voice revealed nostalgia, that kind of sincere nostalgia, for a moment Qingwu didn't know how to answer.

"Haha, is that so?" The air was silent for a few seconds, Qingwu pretended not to care and smiled.

"Your Highness, I will teach you how to cook!" Huai Qiu said.

The topic jumps off a bit quickly, Huai Qiu!

Qingwu thought, but Huaiqiu didn't bring up that matter anymore, so naturally he wouldn't bring it up, it's impolite to mention other people's sad things.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Qingwu deeply apologized, he felt very very embarrassed to disturb others like this.

Huaiqiu covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "Your Highness, let me tell you about the steps of cooking. First of all..."

Qingwu immediately became serious, listened carefully to Huaiqiu's words with pricked ears, and deeply recorded what Huaiqiu said in his mind.

"The above are the steps of cooking."

It feels so familiar...

Qingwu looked at Huaiqiu blankly, he felt that there was such a gentle person who taught him to cook, but after thinking about it, he didn't have any impression.

It's an illusion.

Huaiqiu looked at the sky, it was still early, and it was still early for dinner, and she could give Qingwu a demonstration.

Huaiqiu said: "His Royal Highness, I will demonstrate the method of 'drunk pork ribs' for you next, you have to watch carefully."

"Okay." Qingwu nodded, throwing away the random thoughts in his mind, and watched Huaiqiu's movements seriously like a primary school student listening to a lecture.

In order to let Qingwu see more clearly and understand the steps of making "drunk pork ribs", Huaiqiu deliberately slowed down, explaining while doing it, and at the same time paying attention to Qingwu's movements. With a puzzled look on his face, Huai Qiu would stop and ask, and then explain to Qing Wu.

What a competent teacher!

Qingwu couldn't help thinking, and at the same time, the familiarity in his heart became more and more clear. He felt that he seemed to be able to make this "drunk pork ribs", especially after watching Huaiqiu's demonstration, he became more and more sure that he would do this Dish.

Weird feeling.

Qingwu patted his cheeks to let himself concentrate, now it's his turn to make "drunk ribs".

"Will Shuangluo like this dish?" Qingwu suddenly thought of this question.

If Shuang Luo didn't like this dish, wouldn't he have made it for nothing?

"Master Mountain God will definitely like it."

Huaiqiu's firm tone surprised even Qingwu.

What makes Huaiqiu so determined?Could it be Huaiqiu's trust in her cooking skills?

Qingwu couldn't figure it out, so she had no choice but to give up.

Let's concentrate on cooking!

Qingwu thought about it, and started to do it.