How I Ruled the World by Cooking

Several members of the "Dragon" mercenary group were drinking and having fun in a tavern on the street.

As a "mercenary group" with burning, killing and looting as its core theme, "Poisonous Dragon" is undoubtedly quite dedicated and skilled.As a desperado who abandoned his surname, even his former family members dared to attack.For them, there are only two forms of life, one is "grab" and the other is "flower".

As for where the flowers are...

"One-Eyed" Bowen and others occupied the entire downstairs lobby. They just finished a vote recently, and they raided the descendants of a certain big family and made a lot of money. They are still with a certain lower god. Caught in the eyes, for a while the limelight was indistinguishable.Even the few mercenary regiments that had had friction with them on weekdays would shy away when they saw the badge of "Dragon", let alone small roadside restaurants. Where is it, I hope that these evil stars will eat and drink enough and leave on their own.

"Boss! Where's the MD food! It's not served yet!" There were two tables and benches that had been overturned at the bottom of the stairs, and Brick kicked a few more. , Believe it or not, I will never come to your place to eat again, and no one should even think about putting it here to eat!"

He obviously drank a little too much, and he was swaying. He wanted to be handsome and kick the table away, but he didn't expect to kick it too hard and smashed it: "What kind of broken table do you add? Look down on me! No! Fuck you, lose money!"

"Yes, yes, sir, please calm down. How can you have such a big status, how can the side dishes be matched? Isn't this the kitchen that is stepping up." The boss hurriedly crawled out of the ruins of the counter and nodded, almost directly giving He knelt on the ground, "Oh, look at this table, I paid such a high price, and those black-hearted dwarves who killed a thousand knives gave me this kind of thing! Calm down, isn't this making you unhappy? Meal, I won't charge you!"

"Is this a matter of money!" Another orc slapped the table and stood up, "Let us sit on this table, you..."

The shop owner complained endlessly, and was thinking about sending the beautiful female slave he had just adopted to accompany her as a crime, and it hurt her heart and soul over and over again.The little orc beauties of the orc race didn't even have time... Then they heard the mercenaries of the "Poisonous Dragon" regiment who were shouting and working hard on the opposite side suddenly fell silent.

Looking up again, a group of people stared straight at the door of the store.

"Excuse me, can someone help me?" A girl's voice sounded softly behind him. It wasn't a mixed and mixed variety of strange dialects in the degenerate area, but a very standard continental lingua franca, with a touch of elegance and beauty. Commonly known as "noble accent", "I want to go to Guangming College, does anyone know how to get there?"

The shop owner turned his head and saw a beautiful young girl standing at the door of the shop.She has satin-like shiny golden curly hair hanging behind her back, and a pair of light golden eyes that are slightly lighter than her hair color. She is elegantly like a princess, but she is actually dressed as a maid.A pure white lace apron wrapped her delicate body, her proud breasts converged at her waist that was tightly grasped.She even had a basket in her hand, which seemed to contain something like needlework.

"Hey, little sister, follow me, I'm going to Guangming Academy." Brick smiled and wanted to grab her arm, "Follow me, you will enjoy yourself!"

Several members of "Poison Dragon" laughed maliciously, and the shop owner also made an apologetic laugh.

"Poisonous Dragon?" The girl avoided Brick's grabbing hand, but she didn't look unhappy, her smile was still measured and elegant, "Just because of you bugs, do you deserve this name?"

"What did you say?!" Several members of the mercenary group were furious.

In this land, those who dare to laugh at them have not yet been born!

The light golden pupils gradually deepened and gathered together.The blond girl's eyes are no longer human, but more like the vertical, line-like cold pupils of some reptiles.

"Hiccup~"

Eugene, who was far away in the first district, suddenly felt cold behind his back.

There are unscrupulous people speaking ill of me behind my back?

He took the key given by the dean and went straight to the greenhouse not far from Building D26. The temperature in this area is very strange, some places are extremely hot, and some places are so cold that even exhaling will fog up.Eugene pushed open the door, and a thin black shadow came towards him like a whip.

"Why?" He raised his hand to grab the black shadow, and the red bracelet on his wrist automatically fell apart, turning into two thin vegetable poles that crawled deep along the vine of the "whip".After a while, the sound of crackling and pumping came from the depths.The vine in Eugene's hand trembled, struggling to retract.

Eugene sneered, and directly pushed the vine down: "You still want to leave after the provocation? Today's main course is decided to be you. Let me see what you are...a pumpkin."

He found two Bianhua branches struggling to beat the pumpkin. The pumpkin was about the same size as an ordinary one, but it was hollow and had no flesh. The shell looked like a Halloween jack-o-lantern face that had been artificially carved out.

There is also a label next to the pumpkin: Halloween pumpkin, a new variety developed by a great magician called Halloween Festival, one plant will only bear one fruit, and it is not edible, but the vines are pumpkin-flavored and non-toxic.

"It seems just right, let me make a pumpkin pie with you." Eugene watched the large vines twisted by the pain of the Halloween pumpkin, and pulled out six or seven of them.

There are still many plants in the greenhouse, but pumpkin cakes only need pumpkin as the main ingredient, and he will not even have to make fresh glutinous rice noodles, which should be found in the department's laboratory.

Eugene took two vegetable poles with him, and while walking out with a bunch of twisting vines in his arms, he didn't forget to pick off a leaf and threw it into his mouth to chew: "The sweetness is very high, although I still prefer pumpkins." Waxy...but if the leaves of this crispy pumpkin don't have thorns, it would be good for cold salad."

Halloween pumpkins have spines on their vines and leaves.Not the burrs of ordinary pumpkins, but harder, needle-like thorns.Eugene himself doesn't care, the operating principle of his body is different from that of human beings, as long as everything can be eaten in his mouth, it can theoretically be completely digested.

That's right, but the esophagus is digested in the mouth.

Some time ago, if Constantine hadn't been quick, the poor glass bottle would have disappeared from Eugene's mouth in a few seconds.

Of course, the mere pumpkin thorns couldn't compete with the glass bottle made by the temple, which could carry the concentrated "negative emotions". In Eugene's mouth, he didn't even have a chance to keep his original shape, so it softened.

Although the Department of Medicine and Food is a despised major, the school has not left behind the facilities it should have.There are all kinds of utensils in the laboratory, and even the egg beaters have three rows, of various sizes, and the density of network cables is different.In order to prevent the pumpkin vine from trying to fight back before it died, Eugene specially peeled it, cut it into hob pieces, put it in the container, covered it, and steamed it in the pot.While steaming the pumpkin, he also found glutinous rice flour and sugar, thought about it, and added some bread crumbs and put them on the countertop.

The water in the pot boiled, and the fragrance of pumpkin vines mixed with the sweet aroma of pumpkin itself came out from the vent hole on the top of the pot along with the water vapor.Eugene was alone in the huge laboratory at the moment, surrounded by a thin mist with warmth, the flames quietly licked the bottom of the pot, only the rustling sound of glutinous rice flour and sugar being poured into the container.

The pumpkin vine has a lot of water, and after a few minutes, the pumpkin pieces are soft and rotten. Youjin took out the container and specially filtered out some of the water when pounding the pumpkin puree, then added sugar and mixed well, and then put glutinous rice flour to knead the dough.Eugene rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, exhaled, and prepared to knead the dough while it was hot.

The other hand stretched out from behind him, and lightly pulled the glutinous rice flour in the basin: "Do you want to knead it evenly?"

Eugene laughed suddenly: "Yes, turn them over first. Yes, yes, go ahead and knead them in."

His long gray hair was tied neatly behind his head, and Konstantin, who appeared at an unknown time, was standing in front of the stage and kneading his face seriously, with rare seriousness in his emerald green eyes.His kneading movements are quite regular, and he looks smooth and beautiful. Even if he is said to be a cook, some people will believe him.As Eugene looked at it, his eyes turned to the straight pointed ear involuntarily, and suddenly he had an urge to touch it quietly, and rub the elf's head by the way.

Hmm, out of reach ==.

Forget it.

"Do I want to eat this?" Constantine asked, his hands covered with green pumpkin noodles.

"This is not for you to eat." Eugene glanced at the pot of green noodles with distaste, "Leave me alone to play with, and I'll cook it for you later."

The poison resistance of the elves should be very high...it should be.

The elf seemed less happy. He lowered his eyes and stared at the gradually smooth dough in his hand: "My poison resistance is very high. Except for the blood of the poison god, nothing can bring me down."

Only when I was young, I didn't pay attention, and was almost poisoned to death by this silly dragon.

Why?I didn't seem to say that sentence just now, did I?Eugene was embarrassed for a rare moment, feeling as if he was coaxing the child: "Then how about I give you one? There can't be more, too little will not look good."

The elf thought for a while, then shook his ears: "Alright."

The dough had been kneaded and rolled into long strips, and Eugene took over and pulled them into equal-sized balls.According to the usual pumpkin pie method, at this time, just knead the jelly into a ball and then flatten it.But the edible vines of Halloween pumpkins are green from the inside out, so it's impossible not to feel a little special.

If it is deep-fried, even if it is a hat-shaped cake, it will be easier to shape 0v0.

The author has something to say: Eugene: Squat down and talk to me again!

Archbishop: Squat down and can't reach the washbasin (;'д')ゞ