How I Ruled the World by Cooking

"Dean?" Eugene was dying, "Anthony Hall? The legendary dragon slayer?"

The dean slapped him on the head, and everyone around the audience trembled: "It's not big or small."

"If you enter my courtyard, you will belong to Lao Tzu." He sat down on his buttocks, "Lean to the side... from tomorrow, follow me to learn how to cook!"

Eugene said with a wooden face: "I thought our department should have a separate tutor?"

"How could it be possible." The dean looked at him lovingly with the look of looking at a little fool, "Who is willing to teach children how to cook if he is eager to get in?"

"..."

Anthony Hall probably would have been a great combat teacher if he wasn't teaching cooking.During the whole game, he was chattering to Eugene to analyze the skills used by the players on the field and how to deal with them and how to solve them. .

However, the real audience dismissed this, and even lost their minds.Under the influence of a group of elders and aunts in the goblin village, Eugene has long practiced the ability to focus on two things. He answered the words without leaking, rubbing the wedding ring in his hand, and his mind has already gone to Constantine. There went.

I just want to share my feelings with my wife, and then explain the profound things in a simple way.

Eugene thought sadly.

Who cares about this kind of middle-aged uncle who came uninvited and drove away my food!

Surrounded by the admiration and admiration of the students, it was full of positive energy, which made a certain dark creature feel uncomfortable.

I also just want to spread the seeds of positive energy to my wife!

He lingered until the end of the game before he managed to slip past Anthony Hall without even taking his fawn with him.

"Hey, Eugene!" Reed looked blank, "Where are you going?"

The little deer chased all the way out the door, and when passing by Anthony Hall, the director of potions seemed to smell something bad, and couldn't help but sneezed.

"Strange..." He frowned and looked at the back of the little deer man running happily (not actually), "The smell of the demons, did you meet someone on the way to school?"

These disgusting bedbugs are really unwilling to settle down.

The students standing near him suddenly felt cold. When they looked up, the dean had returned to his usual expression, wrapped in a green robe, and strode away in the opposite direction.

Reed Rupert couldn't smell anything about himself, and he didn't feel anything wrong.He just thought he would be more than happy to be right behind Eugene Walker.Although this neighbor looks quite lonely, occasionally he will show a creepy expression like looking at food, and occasionally he will leave him alone like this and sneak away...uh , it sounds like there is really nothing good about it.

But he just likes to follow.

When Reed finally caught up with Eugene, out of breath, he was walking along a side road, looking a little furtive.

"It seems that our way back is not this way." Reed said in a low voice.

Eugene turned his head and glanced at him, with a half-smile: "That's it."

The black swirls in his eyes slowly turned, and the little deer man shook his ears and repeated blankly: "It's this one."

"So nice."

Eugene licked his lips, he hadn't completely given up on Mallory Nelson until now, chasing the intoxicating scent of hatred all the way here.

The fragrance makes a twist here and turns the corner.

Eugene raised his head and saw a dormitory building in front of him. Students wearing the uniforms of the other two schools were walking back and forth at the gate.

He observed it, and swaggered over.Reed followed him anxiously, reaching for the hem of his coat.When the two walked to the gate, the student guarding the gate moved, as if he was about to stand up and stop him.

Eugene glanced at him at the right time and smiled.

The practitioner trembled, sat back, and opened his eyes, as if nothing had happened.

The two walked into the building like this, and other students passing by looked at them in surprise, but since the gatekeeper didn't say anything, they didn't step forward to stop them either.

But it was Eugene himself who stood still.

The little deer man looked at him inexplicably, and saw that the boy's face was cloudy and uncertain, and finally snorted angrily: "Forget it, let's go back."

Just for a while!Such a short time!

Food is not food!

Eugene's heart bleeds with anger.

As he stepped up the stairs, the sweet smell gradually dissipated, replaced by a nasty feeling of relief full of fighting will.

Also let people not eat!

Eugene walked out trembling, and if he didn't go back, he was afraid that he couldn't help but want to change back to his original shape and smash this place to pieces.

Little Deer Man: "?"

The door was slammed shut before his eyes, and Eugene kicked off his shoes, sulking in the quilt with aggrieved feelings.Once the sea was too difficult for water, and after smelling such a delicious aroma, the negative emotions of ordinary people along the way were like a clear soup with little water, which could not arouse his appetite at all.

I really want to eat!ah! ! !

Someone chuckled not far above his head.

Eugene reluctantly refused to raise his head, one or two came and went without a sound, right, they have the ability to kill me.This wretched and hungry world, this world of indifference to poor goblins, I never want to come to again.

As for the wife... Well, anyway, he only has about eighty years left, and I'll just take his skeleton back when the time comes.

Long gray hair fell on his bare side face, soft and smooth, with a light fragrance like leaves.He didn't wipe Eugene's neck, but just lowered his head and kissed Eugene's ear lightly.

Eugene: Huh? ? ?Why? ! ! !

That ear flushed red.

It's okay to tease others, but being teased by others...how shameful!

He sat up and saw his wife, whom he was still thinking about just now, standing on the floor of the room, barefoot, wearing a white robe, as beautiful as a god walking out of the lake under the tree of life.

Eugene: "...you sit down, my neck hurts when I look up."

Constantine sat beside his bed logically, and Eugene saw that he was holding a small transparent bottle in his hand. The small bottle looked like crystal, and the bottle was plugged with a cork. It contained suspicious drugs. black liquid.

Gently handing the small bottle in front of him, Constantine looked at him with distress and said, "Eat it."

ah?With a look of surprise on his face, Eugene took the small bottle woodenly, and pulled out the cork from the outside.

A strong, almost intoxicating aroma came out, and Eugene felt that every cell in his body was screaming for hunger, wanting to eat!eat it!

He opened his mouth excitedly and threw the whole bottle in.

Constantine: "The bottle is not edible." With a gentle voice, as if he had done it countless times, he reached in and took out the bottle skillfully and quickly.

"It's not good for your health." He shook his hands and dripped the last bit of black liquid in the bottle onto Eugene's protruding tongue. "You can only eat these, and eating too much will not be good for you."

Eugene: (≧▽≦)

Not thinking about anything, lazily taking care of everything, not even bothering to make troubles, Eugene nestled lazily in the elf's arms, rubbing his slightly rough white cloth robe contentedly.After eating and drinking, a sense of sleepiness that could not be ignored emerged. He yawned and smacked his lips, not forgetting to put his arms around the elf so that he would not slip away quietly.

dreaming?Dreaming.Otherwise, how could there be such a good day, I can eat and drink enough, my wife and children (oh, not yet) are hot on the kang, I can't be more comfortable.

Constantine gently stroked the top of his head, humming a strange tune to lull him to sleep.Eugene gradually lost consciousness amidst this weird, unmistakable sense of familiarity.

Seeing the boy in his arms fast asleep, the elf put him down with satisfaction, gently opened his hands, and covered him with the quilt.

Then staring at his satisfied sleeping face, he slowly lay down on the empty seat beside him, and closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: I have changed the title of the book here and there ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ I can’t help it, I won’t change it when it’s not allowed to change blindly on the list......

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