Lord Yama please let me go

If it were Lan Miaomiao before she traveled, she would definitely not believe in the theory of magical weapons.However, after she crossed, she believed that there was some supernatural power in this world that she didn't know.

But even so, she didn't believe that a set of knives could turn a person who can't cook into a master chef.Lan Miaomiao believes that culinary skills will not fall from the sky. To become a chef must rely on a lot of practice and hard work, coupled with a little talent.

Lan Miaomiao sat on the sofa in the hotel room, stroking the knives she brought from home.

At Tang Yanluo's insistence, Lan Miaomiao opened a standard room with her last stubbornness.

While Lan Miaomiao was rubbing the handle of the knife, Tang Yanluo was lying on the bed with her head in her hands and looking at Lan Miaomiao.

"Miaomiao, what are you going to do with this set of knives?"

Lan Miaomiao took a look at Tang Yanluo who was lying there. Tang Yanluo had jet-black and beautiful black wavy long hair, which was lazily draped over her shoulders. She had a faint smile, which filled the whole person's temperament. It's fascinating.

When she saw Tang Yanluo's large snow-white body because she was lying on the bed, Lan Miaomiao looked away unnaturally, and she quietly tugged on her collar.

"Call the front desk and let them bring up some food." Lan Miaomiao lowered her head and pretended to concentrate on wiping the back of the knife.

Tang Yanluo nodded. She lay down and put it on, and turned herself to the direction of the landline in the room.

A pair of slender and slender legs overlapped and raised high, and the skirt slid down playfully with the movement of the raised legs, exposing Tang Yanluo's smooth and white legs to the air.

Lan Miaomiao accidentally saw Tang Yanluo's raised legs again.

It has to be said that the skin of the 30-year-old middle-aged girl in front of her is as fair and translucent as a girl's, but the mature charm is incomparable to girls.

For such a woman, it would be a lie to say that she is not moved.

Tang Yanluo dangled her legs, turned her face and asked, "What dish do you want?"

"It's up to you, it's better to be raw, you do it." Lan Miaomiao replied.

"I do?" Tang Yanluo opened her mouth in surprise, "Okay, then let's have hot pot. I may not be good at anything else except hot pot."

"Well, anything will do." Lan Miaomiao looked at the knife in his hand. If this is really the legendary knife that can turn a person into a kitchen god, even hot pot should become a god-level hot pot. Bar.

After a while, the staff of the hotel pushed the prepared ingredients into the room. Among the ingredients, Lan Miaomiao even saw a lively fish.

"Just put your things here, and we can do the rest by ourselves." Lan Miaomiao waved to the waiter.

The waiter nodded slightly: "Miss, what you ordered is the mandarin duck pot. Our seasonings have already been put in the pot. You just need to heat it to a boil and you can enjoy it. Do you want to save the soup in this kettle?"

Lan Miaomiao glanced at the kettle, and she nodded immediately: "Keep it, and bring a bottle of wine."

"Miss, what kind of wine do you want?" the waiter asked.

"Of course it's beer. Could it be that hot pot with red wine is popular here?"

"Okay, miss. Please take it easy."

Lan Miaomiao looked at the waiter who had exited the room. She carefully locked the lock inside the door, and then handed the knife to Tang Yanluo: "You kill the fish and chop the vegetables, and see if there is any difference."

Tang Yanluo nodded, and she took the kitchen knife from Lan Miaomiao.She looked at the lively fish and the vegetables that had only been peeled and washed on the plate, feeling embarrassed for a while.

"That... Miaomiao, I have never killed a fish, how can I kill a fish?"

Lan Miaomiao helped her forehead, and she said how could there be so many artifacts.

"You knock the fish unconscious with the back of a knife, then break the belly, scrape off the scales, and slice the fish into pieces..."

"Wait...wait for me to react." Tang Yanluo put the fish on the chopping board a little clumsily, raised the back of the knife and threw it at the head of the fish. .”

"I didn't see you when I was eating, and I thought it was cruel." Lan Miaomiao couldn't help complaining.

Tang Yanluo ignored Lan Miaomiao, just listened to Lan Miaomiao's command, and worked on the next project.

Lan Miaomiao watched Tang Yanluo's movements, and resisted not rushing up to snatch the knife from Tang Yanluo's hand. She watched Tang Yanluo smash the pieces of fish fillet.

Finally, after Tang Yanluo's slices were finished, Lan Miaomiao couldn't bear to take over Tang Yanluo's work. She pointed to the pot that hadn't been powered on and said, "Go and turn on the pot, and then boil the soup."

Tang Yanluo handed the knife back to Lan Miaomiao, and happily ran to electrify the pot. This kind of simple thing is more suitable for her.

"Wait!" Lan Miaomiao suddenly remembered something, "Go and hold that knife in your hand before cooking the soup."

Lan Miaomiao looked at the shapeless body of the fish that had been sliced ​​by Tang Yanluo on the chopping board. She silently mourned for the fish for three seconds, then gently turned the fish over, and lifted the side that Tang Yanluo did not harm. Give slices into thin slices.

Lan Miaomiao put her own slices and Tang Yanluo slices on different plates.

She directed Tang Yanluo, who had already started drinking the beer brought by the waiter, "Come and cook your sashimi."

Tang Yanluo looked at the strangely shaped sashimi sliced ​​by herself, and then at the slices of fish slices on Lan Miaomiao's plate, which were as thin as cicada's wings, and could be eaten just by rolling them in the pot, her face blushed. .

"Wait, can I eat your fish fillets? The ones I sliced ​​are so thick, I'm afraid they won't be cooked if I don't cook them. They must be old after cooking for a long time..."

Lan Miaomiao nodded: "Yes. Remember to keep the knife away from your hands when cooking fish!"

"Happy!" Tang Yanluo took the plate from Lan Miaomiao's hand and poured all the fish into the pot in one go.

Lan Miaomiao couldn't help but pay the amount when she saw Tang Yanluo's rough tactics.

"Give me your piece." Tang Yanluo stretched out her hand towards Lan Miaomiao.

Lan Miaomiao looked at the boiling pot that stopped because a plate of fish was poured in: "Isn't it still boiled? Why do you want my fish?"

Tang Yanluo pointed the tip of the knife at the other side of the mandarin duck pot: "I'll just eat the other side."

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When Tang Yanluo had already eaten half a plate of fish meat, the pot Lan Miaomiao was guarding finally boiled, and she picked up chopsticks and finally found a thin fish fillet in the pot , blew, and gently put it in your mouth.

"It's different, it's different." Lan Miaomiao exclaimed in a low voice, marveling at the taste of the fish.She fished another piece out of the pot, and this time she carefully observed the shape of the fish.

It stands to reason that the fish meat that has been cooked for so long should loosen up, but the fish meat on Lan Miaomiao's chopsticks is firm and elastic, without any overcooked feeling.

"Xiao Yan, my tongue is not as good as yours, you should try your own fish." Lan Miaomiao said excitedly to Tang Yanluo.

"Wait. What did you call me?" Tang Yanluo's eyes widened.

"Xiao... Xiaoyan, what's wrong?" Lan Miaomiao asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that this name is so nasty, and it's a little smoke, hehehe."

"Otherwise, what should I call you?"

"It's okay, just call me Xiaoyan." Tang Yanluo pursed her lips and smiled lightly.

Tang Yanluo fished out an unattractive fish fillet from the pot, she frowned and reluctantly put it in her mouth.

"Hmm..." Tang Yanluo opened her eyes wide, "Is this the problem with the fish? It's amazing, my fish fillets taste exactly the same as yours. I thought my slices were so thick that they must be unpalatable Woolen cloth!"

"Probably not." Lan Miaomiao turned to look at the inconspicuous black cloth package on the table, "I think I know where the magic of this knife is."

Lan Miaomiao took out a knife and studied it carefully. Except for the cherry blossom mark on the end of the handle, the outer end of this chef's knife is almost ordinary, but it has the function of keeping food in the best eating condition. ability.

Lan Miaomiao caressed the cherry blossom imprint, could it be...

She took out the carving knife in the knife set, and carefully changed the imprint of the cherry blossoms into the shape of a carrot.

Lan Miaomiao took the chef's knife that she had just modified, and immediately cut the cabbage on the table into several pieces and threw it into the pot. She deliberately waited for the cooking time to pass before scooping up the cabbage.

However, the taste of cabbage in the mouth is not reduced by half, or even better.

Now, Lan Miaomiao couldn't figure out the reason why this set of knives was magical.

"Metaphysics, it's really metaphysics." Tang Yanluo didn't care about eating, she stood beside Lan Miaomiao and stared intently at the knife in Lan Miaomiao's hand, "No wonder it is said that the person who uses this knife must become a master chef, It's just amazing."

Lan Miaomiao nodded: "It can only be said that the taste is invincible, but knife skills can only be owned by a set of magical knives."

"Yes, yes, but it's amazing enough to keep the ingredients in the best edible state!" Tang Yanluo asked, "Then what are you going to do with this set of knives?"

Lan Miaomiao smiled mysteriously, and she changed all the cherry blossoms on the handles into carrots: "Look, this way, no one will be able to recognize them. I will make this set of knives my special knife!"

Tang Yanluo looked at the carrot imprint on the set of knives, and felt inexplicably sweet in her heart. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Why do you want to carve the carrot?"

When Lan Miaomiao heard it, her ears turned red immediately: "I think carrots are quite delicious."

"I don't like carrots."