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

In fact, the underworld and the world are very different, and there are a lot of bad things, but in this restless night, the only thing that can soothe my heart is...

The cutest Alice in the world =w=!

On the screen of the live broadcast room, a pair of beautiful hands were caressing the kitten in his arms wantonly.

The cat wagged its tail like a puppy, narrowed its eyes, and purred comfortably.

This time Song Ningyi had a long memory, so she specially cut the trumpet and came in to watch the screen.

Chu Qiao petted the cat for a while, then got up to get something, but the little cat was unhappy, so little jiojio kept pressing Chu Qiao's hand to prevent him from leaving.

Chu Qiao raised her hand and rubbed the little cat's chin. The little cat made two "meows", jumped up, and simply hugged Chu Qiao's arm with its two front paws and did not let go.

[Qiaoqiao's little wife]: "Wow, I'm so impressed, the whole world likes Qiaoqiao."

[Today is also a day that I don’t want to work hard]: "Every time I hug my cat, I have to be scratched, so this is the treatment."

Chu Qiao chuckled, picked up the cat, and gently ran through the fur with her thin white fingers:

"Hey, let me get you some snacks, okay?"

Song Ningyi: Don't take the snacks, take me QAQ.

"Ding—" A message popped up on the top of the phone.

[You have received a private message from "One World Qingqiu". 】

Song Ningyi sighed, reluctantly left Chu Qiao's live broadcast room, and clicked on the private message of the white lotus.

I Qingqiu: [Do you have time to meet tonight? 】

Song Ningyi:? ? ?

meet him?tonight?Why?

[I'm sorry I didn't make it clear. I think we seem to have misunderstood a bit. I haven't been able to sleep. I think it's better to meet and make it clear. 】

Having said that, Song Ningyi figured out what this person was doing with his trouser belt, so he could clear up the misunderstanding?Believe it or not!

But to show generosity, Song Ningyi could only happily invite her.

The agreed place is the commercial street behind the office building of the underworld. FBJQ finishing

The whole commercial street is divided into two by a wide avenue, mainly in red tone, which is different from the traditional commercial street model in the world. The buildings here do not have much modern style, but still retain the traditional Chinese architecture, with wooden and mortise and tenon structures. Mainly, red paint and blue patterns, soft lanterns, like...

Song Ningyi remembered a horror game she had played before.

Overall, the first impression it gives people is: goose bumps brilliance.

"Excuse me, is Song Ningyi the anchor?"

Just as Song Ningyi was holding up his mobile phone and taking pictures of the commercial street in various strange poses, a sweet and cloying voice sounded from behind.

He shivered, and turned around with a "==" expression on his face——

Um?Why is the chest==

Song Ningyi's height is 178, which exceeds the average height of males in the country. He has never felt short, at least he walked proudly in school when he was alive, but all this was before meeting the legendary No. [-] God.

What do you eat to grow so big.

Song Ningyi slowly looked up——

I remember that the big waves of girls in romance novels used to be described as "seaweed-like long hair", but after seeing the No. [-] on the list, Song Ningyi suddenly had "seaweed-like" long hair in his mind.

The length is there, and the smoothness is also there.

The whole face of the great master is indescribably exquisite, just like someone who came out of a comic, with finely carved jade bracelets, long hair up to his waist, and a jade crown headband tied up with blue silk, although I don’t want to admit it ==

But really beautiful.

Could this person be a couple with the silver-haired man I saw in the bathing center during the day, right?

"Sorry, I'm late."

The curve of the corners of the pink lips was just right, this inhuman look was really fake, even the smile was stylized and just showed four white teeth.

Song Ningyi didn't look at him, and casually pointed to the nearby teahouse: "Let's talk about it here."

At ten o'clock in the evening, there were no customers in the teahouse. The two one-eyed guys were sitting at the counter, farting and chatting.

"What to drink, scan the QR code and pay attention to the order~"

After spending a long time ordering the app, the price list came out——

There are only three kinds of tea in total, one of which is still sold out.

"I'm sorry to ask you to come here so late, but I really care too much. I can't sleep because I tossed and turned in bed."

The other party frowned slightly, looking more aggrieved than Daiyu.

"It's okay, I usually go to bed late."

"That's good." Yi Shi Qingqiu heaved a sigh of relief, raised his slender hands and patted his own small chest.

"I haven't been officially introduced yet, my name is Jiang Yanjin."

The other party stretched out his hand, and there was still an unpredictable smile on his face.

"Song Ningyi." Song Ningyi reached out and patted his palm symbolically.

"Actually, I really didn't mean to ask you to come here this time. I just wanted to ask you about how to make delicious food. I went to your live broadcast room tonight as a guest because I was attracted by the fruit parfait. I also appreciate your cooking very much. gourmet food."

Song Ningyi didn't believe it, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was here to steal his teacher, and he was afraid that he would lose face in front of the public.

But how could such a thing as cooking be done in a few days, and if I said that I didn't want to teach it, I would be stingy.

"Okay, come to my room at six o'clock in the afternoon, and I will teach you by hand." Song Ningyi rested her chin on one hand and smiled cutely.

Jiang Yanjin's pupils are dark red, which is different from ordinary people. Coupled with his long black hair, when he stares at people, his back feels hairy.

"Then I'll thank you in advance." He stretched out his pale hand, his red eyes embedded in his too-white skin looked even more bewitching.

Song Ningyi cleared her throat and stretched out her hand calmly——

****

"Ding dong—— ding dong—" the disturbing doorbell rang in the empty rental room.

Song Ningyi slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, looking at the time.

Who is so annoying, come here before eight o'clock to harass.

Song Ningyi yawned and opened the door, a bright and charming face like a girl appeared in front of her.

Song Ningyi: ...

"Why did you come so early?"

Jiang Yanjin smiled brightly: "Time waits for no one."

The gleaming kitchen knife reflected the deformed faces of the two, and a few fresh potatoes lay on the cutting board beside them.

Song Ningyi put her hands behind her back, with a posture of being a good teacher, imitating those masters on TV who possess special skills but are eccentric and tricky, and spread their hands——

"Knife skills are the foundation of cooking. Before you formally learn from a teacher, I want to examine your learning ability."

He picked up the kitchen knife, raised and lowered the knife, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the round potatoes instantly turned into fine and even filaments.

"Here, like this, first shred the potatoes."

Jiang Yanjin took the kitchen knife, put his delicate fingertips against the back of the knife, and dropped the knife gently and slowly. Although the cut silk was not as fine as Song Ningyi's, at least it was even in thickness, which was remarkable.

Jiang Yanjin put down the knife and said with a smile, "Honey, are you satisfied?"

"Well, it's okay, but the speed still needs to be improved, so what we practice today-"

Song Ningyi mysteriously opened the kitchen door and took out a basket of potatoes.

Jiang Yanjin's smile gradually disappeared, and he even took a step back reflexively, his proud eyes were filled with fear instantly.

"It's not necessary." He forced a smile.

Song Ningyi squinted her eyes, with a mysterious smile on her lips: "It is necessary, especially necessary."

In the room was the characteristic rustling sound of kitchen knives rubbing against potatoes.

Jiang Yanjin was wrapped spirally from his shoulders to his waist by a hemp rope, and a coat rack was tied behind him, for fear that he would run away, and someone Song skillfully tied the hemp rope with a pig's trotter buckle, and the more he struggled, the tighter he tied it .

His right arm is now numb, and the cutting board is covered with golden shredded potatoes.

In the corner of his eyes, there were tears of regret.

"Honey, I've already cut dozens of them, do you want to cut them again?" Even though he was tired, Jiang Yanjin's tone was as gentle as ever, with a hint of white lotus.

Song Ningyi was peeling melon seeds, her eyes were firmly glued to the video played on her phone: "Cut, continue."

"But you didn't praise me for cutting well, then I'm more talented, right? This step can be omitted."

Song Ningyi poured a hundred melon seeds from the small bowl into her mouth:

"I'm not avenging myself. You know, the so-called talent is just working hard secretly where others can't see it. A real chef has endured and worked hard for more than ten years. You are still far behind."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yan firmly believed that Honey must be avenging his own private revenge.

After cutting a whole basket of potatoes, Jiang Yanjin hurriedly interrupted Song Ningyi when he saw Song Ningyi walking into the kitchen and carrying some prohibited items.

"Honey, let's stop here today, I have to go back to live broadcast."

After torturing him for a whole day, Song Ningyi mercifully let him go.

Jiang Yanjin rubbed his sore arm, and glanced at the pile of shredded potatoes——

"Ugh—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, conditioned reflex."

Song Ningyi ignored him, turned on the live broadcast after driving him away, and manually entered today's title:

[I picked up a potato cutting machine today, but this machine is not very easy to use]

And today's live broadcast content is naturally the king of vegetables-potatoes.

Vinaigrette shredded potatoes, potato stewed beef, mashed potatoes, fragrant potato soup, the fragrance permeates, and floats out along the window. With this crazy salivating fragrance.

"Open the door! Quickly open the door! The most handsome young Hades of the underworld is here!"

Sure enough, when it was time for dinner, there were always people coming uninvited.

The biggest charm of potatoes is that the soft taste can fully absorb the aroma of the sauce. It is delicious whether fried or steamed, and it has a strong sense of satiety. It is cheap and affordable.

After the meal, the little Hades leaned listlessly on Song Ningyi's bedside, patted his chubby belly with his little hands, with a satisfied expression on his face:

"Why are you so diligent today, you cut so many potatoes by yourself?"

"A red scarf came to my house today, and he insisted on cutting it for me. I disagree with him and tied me to the coat rack. He didn't ask for payment after cutting it, and he hid his merit and fame."

"Not bad, what is the name of this red scarf, His Highness must give you a lot of rewards!"

Song Ningyi picked up the bowls and chopsticks casually, and said casually: "My surname is Jiang, and my name is Yanjin, and I have a net name called Qingqiu."

Dead silence, dead silence—

"I suddenly remembered that I have something very important to say to you this time."

Little Hades opened his mouth slowly, his chubby little face tensed like a serious old man.

"Why, are you going to tear down the underworld building and plant all the potatoes in it to make a potato breeding base?"

Little Yama put his little hands behind his back, looked out the window, and sighed deeply:

"To be honest, in the PK between you and the second generation Qingqiu, you should lose to him."

"Wake up! Wake up! Don't act like I'm sure to win him!"

Song Ningyi picked up the little Hades, grabbed his shoulders and shook vigorously in mid-air, trying to shake the water out of his mind.

Little Hades was dazed, his eyes turned into mosquito coils, and he quickly rescued himself from Song Ningyi's Lushan claws.

"This is my advice. To be honest, the result of your PK with him has no effect on me and the Underworld, but you should really think about it. If you really win against Jiang Yanjin, you will definitely regret it."