If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

This person is really willing to do things well, whoever promised him that he would fight for hegemony with him.

But now that group of eventful news groups just wish they could knock on doors and report, completely cutting off their own way out.

What can I do, just bite the bullet.

The God of Cookery's struggle for supremacy was so uproar that even the underworld got news and sent so-called "food critics" to the underworld to be judges.

"Yi~ Yiyi, are you there?" A familiar and disgusting voice sounded, and one didn't need to guess who it was.

But Song Ningyi is not in the mood to pay attention to him now, just sitting in front of the computer tiredly searching for recipes.

The person on the window sill smiled brightly, and sometimes Song Ningyi envied him, he was carefree and wandered around when he had nothing to do.

"I heard that you are going to participate in the God of Cookery Contest tomorrow. I am so worried about you. Come and see you and cheer you up."

Song Ningyi ignored him.

"Yiyi, I'm coming in." Before the other party agreed, Jiang Yanjin had already stepped on the window with one leg, and with a light step, he came in.

Pork jerky was lying beside Song Ningyi watching him type, and when he heard the movement, he immediately looked up.

"Yiyi, it's the first time I've seen you working hard, it's really pleasing to the eye."

"Oh, now that I see it, you can go." Song Ningyi said casually with his eyes glued to the computer screen.

"But, you haven't heard me tell you come on, I can't go." While speaking, Jiang Yanjin's dishonest hand was already gently attached to Song Ningyi's shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, the fingertips wandered over the shoulders, slowly slid down without a trace, and all of a sudden, they grabbed Song Ningyi's hand holding the mouse.

"You..." Song Ningyi was about to curse.

"Meow meow!" A sharp meow sounded.

There were three scratches on the back of Jiang Yanjin's hand in an instant.

Jiang Yanjin opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and the reflection of the dark red pupils reflected the figure of the kitten licking its paws calmly.

"Let you move your hands and feet, see, cats hate you."

"I'm afraid it's not disgust but jealousy." Jiang Yanjin rubbed his hands and smiled harmlessly.

Song Ningyi rubbed her brows impatiently: "If you have nothing to do, can you go back first, I'm very busy now, and I don't have the energy to receive you."

Jiang Yanjin smiled: "Tomorrow I will go over to cheer you on in the God of Cookery, remember to look to the auditorium and find me."

Song Ningyi waved his hand absently, indicating that he can stay cool and stay.

Maomao continued to sit on the side and licked its paws, and even licked its balls when it got excited. After licking, it realized something was wrong, and immediately looked up at Song Ningyi.

Song Ningyi now looks at the recipe with one head and two big heads, and she is not in the mood to pay attention to it.

Unwilling to be left out in the cold, Mao Mao raised the meat ball and put it on the back of Song Ningyi's hand:

"Meow~~"

Song Ningyi flicked its claws away: "Fatty go play first, and accompany you after I finish my work."

Not reconciled, Mao Mao got up, walked in front of Song Ningyi with catwalks, jumped on the keyboard, and covered the screen tightly.

Song Ningyi symbolically wanted to touch its head, but the bad cat refused to touch it, and its head tilted.

Looking at the recipes on the screen, Song Ningyi decided that if he wanted to compete with a Cantonese chef, it must be the lion's head for the state banquet.

Lion head is a relatively common dish, but if you really want to make it a high-quality product, you have very high requirements for the selection of materials and process props.

Song Ningyi plans to go back to the world to buy materials in person, he can't trust such a rough man with a bull's head and horse face.

When this request was mentioned, Little Hades raised his hands to disagree.

"There has never been a saying of coming to the underworld and returning to the human world. If this kind of thing gets out, the credibility of the underworld will be questioned. It is very likely that my black hat will also be lost."

"Where did the other party get the material? I don't believe he planted it himself, and you didn't buy it for me. Am I not your only cutie QAQ?"

Xiao Yan Wang rubbed his head, looking very embarrassed: "The main reason is that no one is watching him, you... have eyes watching around you all the time."

With a chill on his back, Song Ningyi shivered: "Who, who is staring at me, dried pork?"

Little Hades thought in his heart: Gan, he really guessed right.

"Don't worry about it, anyway, I won't allow it. If you want to go to the human world, you might as well take my old life away!" The little Hades simply lay down on the ground, swinging his limbs at a high speed, playing a rogue.

Song Ningyi looked at him cheating, but there was nothing he could do.

Forget it, I can only pray that the bastards in the underworld who have never eaten any food before will not taste good or bad.

But where did the pair of eyes staring at him all the time mentioned by Xiao Yan Wang come from, and it may cause his existence to be unprotected, isn't it Pluto?Could it be that Pluto put a mirror from the underworld that looks like a mirror that can see all the movements of the underworld to stare at him all the time?

Abnormal ==!

When I got home, Qian Ding Zhu Wan ordered the carefully selected pork belly from Niu Tau and Horse Noodles to buy. Looking at it this way, although it was slightly different from what I imagined, it was not too bad.

The materials are ready, and the next step is to find out the true knowledge through countless experiments.

The essence of lion head is the raw meat. It must be pure pork belly, even if there is no layer missing, and it must be a pig that is about one year old. This kind of pig meat will not be too old, but it is very fragrant.

However, I bought this bull-headed horse noodles, which is obviously an old pig of three or four years old.

The first time I followed the homely practice that I saw online before, the lion head I made was neither bad nor bad, I couldn't find any faults, but it wasn't brilliant either.

The reason why I chose to make lion heads is because I ate lion heads made by my grandma when I was a child. Although I ate it just once, it was really unforgettable. The taste has been remembered until now, but only grandma can make it. Parents are busy with work. It would be nice to be able to eat a meal of their cooking in ten days and half a month.

But the memory is too long, and the steps and procedures have long been forgotten.

Song Ningyi took a deep breath, walked to the window, and folded his hands facing the moonless night:

"Grandma, if you can hear me, please entrust me with a dream and tell me how to make the lion's head delicious."

Pork jerky lay on the bed, watched Song Ningyi babbling, turned his head away, yawned, raised his little paw, and swept the water glass on the table to the floor.

With a "click", the porcelain cup fell into pieces again.

Song Ningyi: "You are so bad... Forget it, little cats can't have evil intentions, I'll replace the quilt with stainless steel ones."

Looking at the glistening water stains on the ground, Song Ningyi's hand picking up the debris suddenly stopped.

When making steamed eggs with water, double the amount of water is needed to steam the eggs so that they are soft and tender. When I was a child, I ate steamed eggs steamed by my mother. The bowl of steamed eggs was very old and had bumps on the surface. My mother said at the time, "Oh, put less water up".

Should I add water?give it a try.

Chopping meat in the early stage is a very labor-intensive job, and you can’t use a meat grinder, otherwise the minced meat will be soft and tasteless, so you can only rely on human power.

Clang clang clang, the blade quickly slashed across the meat mud.

Song Ningyi felt that she could no longer have this arm.

This time, a bowl of water was added to the mixed meat paste, and then it was deep-fried in an oil pan, and then it was taken out to taste.

That's right~ that's the taste!

The aroma of the meat is mixed with the sweetness of the horseshoe, and the freshness of the sugar is just right to cover up the bitterness of the ginger juice. The taste of the lion's head with water is more tender. It is not an exaggeration to say that this plate of lion's head can eat three bowls by itself.

Tonight, without incident, I watched the live broadcast again. Lying on the bed, Song Ningyi couldn't sleep.

Get up, in order to prevent people with malicious intentions from sneaking in in the middle of the night like last time to make troubles, wrap up the props in advance and hide them under the pillow to sleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a slight breathing rhythm, and the person on the bed was sleeping in a difficult "H" shape.

In the small wooden house of the cat climbing frame, a pair of shining golden eyes were staring at Hanhan who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

It jumped off the floor lightly, swept its tail in a circle, and then stars rose around it.

In this dazzling light, the long silver hair was flowing and flowing, hanging on the slender waist, and the two slender legs slowly moved to the side of the bed, leaning slightly to observe the sleeping person on the bed——

A sneer was buried in the sound of breathing.

The man sleeps so ugly—

****

The next day, Song Ningyi slept until he woke up naturally. His right arm, which had been pumped so hard yesterday, was now sore and numb, and he couldn't even lift it.

Song Ningyi: I don't want to go, I want to retreat.

Pork jerky woke up very early, and had been licking his hair in the cabin for a long time. When he heard the movement, he immediately looked up.

Washing and dressing in a daze, when it was almost time, Song Ningyi forcibly pulled the pork jerky and snorted, and kissed its ear by the way:

"Fatty, I'm going out. You stay at home obediently. There is food in the cupboard. If you're really bored, eat something and watch a variety show. Let's go. See you tonight."

The door was closed, and the lone pork jerky was lying in the hut, quietly looking at the door, its little ears twitching.

It jumped down and walked to the door, sat down on its buttocks, and just stared at the door without moving.

Song Ningyi carried a stainless steel pot on her back, a kitchen knife in her right hand, and ingredients in her left hand, and hurried to the battlefield.

Before I got to the place, I saw a bunch of exotic species surrounded the square from a distance, and the loudspeakers were so loud that my brain was buzzing.

"Song Ningyi is here!" A sharp-eyed person spotted Song Ningyi among the ghosts, and howled over, all the cameras immediately shot towards him.

The reporters huddled around, and the microphone almost poked Song Ningyi's mouth.

"Excuse me, are you the anchor of Song Ningyi, a young hotshot? I didn't expect you to be more beautiful than you look in the camera."

"I heard that Mr. Zhang Xiaodao, the world's gold medal chef, once won the position of the God of Cookery in the Three Realms. Are you nervous about facing such a strong opponent?"

Song Ningyi took a deep breath, pursed her lips in front of the camera, and said after a while: "It's bad."

Seeing is believing, the legendary five-star hotel gold medal chef Mr. Zhang Xiaodao turned out to be!

so ordinary...

It looks like the exaggerated "It's so delicious——!" in Zhou Xingchi's movie "The God of Cookery"

He folded his arms, his back was straight, his eyes were contemptuous, he looked like a successful man, and a small crown was printed on his professional chef uniform, for fear that others would not know that he was a gold medal chef.

Seeing Song Ningyi, he just snorted coldly and his cheeks trembled.