[Comprehensive] Son of God, come to the bowl

The next morning, the soil was buried very early, and while her parents were out, she ran to the kitchen to try to cook soup. Under the strong request of Yukimura's mother, Yukimura Seichi had to ask for leave from the school and the tennis club at the same time , have a good day at home.

In fact, he felt a lot better when he woke up, but in order to reassure everyone, he half-heartedly agreed, after all, there is always no enmity between people and rest.

Then he intentionally or unintentionally babbled a few words "promised bento", and the soil buried it, and the patient is the biggest patient, but in the end she is also a waste house girl who doesn't distinguish between five grains and five bodies and doesn't work hard. An onion soup - the kind of rough way to just throw the onion rings of puffed snacks into boiling water and melt them.

As for the home economics class, there are mostly girls in Arayata Middle School, and they usually teach baking small desserts or something. It’s just some relatively simple techniques, and the process can be seen at a glance. When the guy got on, she was a little bit lacking in confidence.

After much deliberation, Doma Bui felt that it would be better to wait for him to secretly practice his hands in private, and it would be nice to be able to successfully make soup now.

Although all kinds of things happened recently made her suspect that she lost all her vests, but she still has to go back after the base camp is not here, so she still needs to do some superficial work, if the reputation of "dark cooking" and "kitchen killer" spreads , she must hit the wall.

Yes, she will go back later.

The big root was buried in the soil, and another hand named Bailuo suddenly chopped it up in a sad rhythm full of melancholy. Her knife skills for cutting vegetables are not bad, although it is a bit thick, but the slices are even.

She cut the meat again in a single mind, and then chopped it into a fine meat paste, planning to make a winter melon broth, but suddenly remembered that she forgot to wash the meat, so she hurriedly put a ball of minced meat under the tap to rinse.

……

The meat was all rinsed.

Doma stared at his hand that had nothing left, and covered his face with tears.

After chopping the meat for half an hour, it was washed away by the water. She really wanted to knock on her culinary skills to see how it grew, or pry open the iron grate of the sewer and retrieve the meat Come.

Forget it, it's disgusting.

She got up early in the morning to cook a soup, and she still had enough time after all. Doma Bui temporarily gave up the idea of ​​cooking soup, and planned to fry eggs and fried rice to fill her stomach first. She took out a bowl of rice from the refrigerator, and touched it again. Crack out two eggs skillfully and pour into a bowl and stir.

What a flowing movement!She admired her egg-beating skills a little proudly. She usually did things like making cakes in home economics class, and she was familiar with them.

After beating the eggs, the problem came up again. Doma stared at Huang Chengcheng’s egg liquid and rice and was having a hard time. Should I put the rice or the egg first in the fried rice?

Buried Doma carefully recalled how his elder brother Taihei Doma usually cooks, and then sadly found that he was almost sitting and waiting to eat. As for where the food came from, whether it fell from the sky or grew on the ground, she had no idea. I haven't noticed it, and I still push away the main meal because of snacks.

Inner Dogeza: Oni-chan is so sorry for you!In the future, I must take time to become more diligent!

She struggled for a while, took out her mobile phone and Googled: Should I put the egg or rice first in scrambled eggs and fried rice.

Sure enough, a bunch of windows popped up on the search interface, Bui Tuma casually clicked into a post to read, and there was almost a world-shaking noise about which one to put first, eggs or rice.

[Egg fried rice must be put first!Do you want to call it egg fried rice]

【I have never seen such a simple-minded person upstairs. When you stir-fry mapo tofu, you should find a mapo to put in it】

There is also a more dirty style of painting:

【Put the eggs first, otherwise you will turn yellow~】

She scrolled down with relish, and forgot about the fried rice for a while. Girls have a natural and unpretentious enthusiasm for such things. The more you look down, the building becomes a little crooked. Everyone starts to debate whether oden is right or not. Kanto cooked out.

……

Wherever there are people, there will be violence.

Tu Jianbu closed his phone, feeling that it was the first time for everything to cross the river with a pony, and he had to go into the water himself to try to know the depth.

She thought it would be better to put the rice first, so she turned on the fire and put the pot on, reached out and poured a bowl of rice into the boiling hot pot, and then stir-fried it in a decent manner.

Feeling that something was wrong, Doma took a deep breath.

……

Yukimura Seiichi woke up in a murky smell, and his keen intuition for the crisis was dragged down by the cold and became useless. It took him a long time to struggle in his dream.

He dreamed that he was back on the stage of the National Competition, and it happened to be the end of the match. Echizen Ryoma laughed wildly at him with his racket raised, and then said, "Eat me a Tianma Meteor Fist" and threw a pistol over with one hand.

Why is this a scam? !

Before Seiichi Yukimura had time to escape, he heard a group of worried members of Li Haida behind him shouting: "Minister, please go!"

"We will avenge you!"

...he's not dead yet.

□□ exploded on Yukimura Seiichi's body, and then he smelled a bad smell, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling of his house.

is a dream.

Fortunately, it was a dream. He sat up thankfully, pressed his temples that were a little tight, and felt a lot more awake. Thinking about the fact that Echizen became a big devil, he felt a little happy, although he jumped five centimeters after sleeping together. Although the legs are long, they are still small.

He sniffed, there was really a smell, Yukimura Seiichi's first reaction was that it was on fire, but soon he calmed down and denied this idea.

Since it wasn't on fire, and of course it couldn't be that Echizen Ryoma really threw a gun, then this smell is...

Yukimura Seichi hurriedly threw off the quilt, put on his slippers and ran downstairs. The smell of burning became stronger the closer he got to the kitchen. When he opened the door, he stepped back a few steps due to the thick smoke.

"Xiao Bu? Are you okay?"

A gray-black hamster-like ball drilled out of the thick and choking oily smoke, rushing around aimlessly, Yukimura Seiichi's tears came out from the smoke, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him in the blur No matter what the situation was, Tu Jianbu didn't make a sound, he could only guess the direction to find the switch of the exhaust fan.

There was a haze of smoke, something was crawling around, Yukimura Seiichi couldn't see clearly, he could only feel a low, short thing moving, he simply closed his eyes and predicted its next step by intuition position, and then walk there ahead of time, waiting for it to automatically bump into it.

As soon as his leg hurt, a small thing tripped over his long leg, swayed dizzily, and fell on Yukimura Seiichi's feet.

Yukimura Seiichi ignored the smoke, and raised its neck to observe it. Unsteadily, he opened his eyes wide like Kirihara Chiya and exclaimed: "...Xiaobu?"

The black dumpling showed its snow-white teeth, and said angrily, "Eggs... rice..."

He leaned his ears to listen carefully: "What did you say?"

"...first... drain the oil..."

"Hello, hello?"

After saying these few words, it fainted. No matter how Yukimura Seiichi slapped his face, it didn't work. In the end, he could only look at the smoky kitchen and sigh.

In fact, he was not sure if the other party was buried in the soil, buried in the soil, slender, and although not tall enough, he was considered average among girls of the same age, and the little guy he picked up was just a small ball, not black. Huhu couldn't see the face clearly, but the outline was a bit like a Q version buried in the soil, and the clothes on his body were also the Lihai University uniform.

Besides, it's impossible for Yukimura's house to be sneaked in by other people, unless it's a thief, but what did the thief go to his kitchen and make such a big noise to wake him up?

Seiichi Yukimura rushed out of the kitchen with the dumpling in his hand, opened the doors and windows for ventilation, and the smoke would dissipate after a while. He didn't know why the other party didn't turn on the smoker, but he looked at what he was carrying... Suspected, in fact, it has been confirmed that it is a small dumpling buried in the soil, so I understand the reason.

The legs are so short, you can't touch the switch.

In other words, how did she become so small? He has never seen such an unscientific thing in his life, but such a small one is also strangely cute.

So he accepted it quite calmly.

Yukimura Seichi is a very gentle person, and gentleness and consideration are often linked. He found a clean towel and soaked it in water under the faucet. After wringing it out, he gently wiped the face buried in the soil until her face was black. Wipe off all the layers until her fair and pink face is exposed.

Super-kawaii.

Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch her pink face, and then pulled it viciously from side to side, making strange shapes.

He has never done such a thing, and he has never been so close to a girl, not even to the big one.

If you want to ask what is the difference between the smaller Tumabu and usual, it is that the body has shrunk, the beautiful face has turned into a round ball, and the whole person exudes a gentle and harmless breath, just like those cute Like small animals.

It turns out that he actually likes this kind of cute creature, Yukimura Seiki seems to have suddenly realized.

But he quickly figured out that Kirihara Chi is not the mascot of the team. Although everyone jokes about his kelp-like hair, they actually like his kelp head... Actually, it’s because It's not surprising that you like fur.

Buried in the dream, Doma groaned for a while, but still didn't wake up. I don't know why Yukimura Seichi suddenly felt that she looked familiar, so he gestured with his hand. If two ears were added on the top of the head, and a layer of brown would be covered. The hamster coat...

Yukimura Seiichi smiled inexplicably.

... He had seen this group before.

He stood up and took away the water and basin for washing his face. He went into the kitchen and turned on the smoker. The high-speed rotating fan blades quickly sucked up the remaining smoke. It contains water.

Taking a scoop with a spoon, Yukimura Seiichi looked at the light: It seems that it is not pure water, but also sprinkled with pieces of seaweed... and white radish?

He was a little curious about what kind of soup he was going to make when he came here. He picked up a spoon and took a sip, and then tasted it again. After carefully evaluating it, he found that it was not that he had a cold and the taste became weak, but that there was really no salt in the soup.

He didn't dare to try the things in the other pot. Although the green juice of Gan Zhenzhi was unpalatable, it looked good anyway. The charcoal in this pot told everyone very clearly from the beginning to the end: I am very happy. Undrinkable!

He used his chopsticks to pick it up, wanting to see what it was made of, and picked up a whole piece of burnt rice dumpling without defense.

Yukimura Seichi sighed, "Oh..."

"Love Bento."

This was a request made before due to illness, but he did not expect Doma Buried to do it. He looked at the dark pot and his eyes became extremely gentle. He felt that its blackness had artistic features, didn’t it? Ordinary black, but Van Gogh's "Starry Sky", the dots of white on it are the dots of starlight in the "Starry Sky".

The author has something to say: Excuse me, I don’t know how old the readers of my article are... The [-]th National Congress of the Communist Party of China is about to be held. In response to the call of the country, the author of Xianyu put on pure clothes

Spiritual civilization should be graded. Really, if there are underage children reading my articles, first of all, you should remember to study hard. Romance is about entertaining others and yourself. Don’t put too much thought into it, otherwise you will Like the stupid author, he is still single at the age of 20 and fantasizes about various husbands

After waking up from the dream, I drool on the pillow