Chapter 329 Scream
Shen Qianluo felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
It wasn't that the plump cabbage on the chopping board in front of him hindered the Young Master's divine power, it was really...
Well, the cabbage just affected his performance.
At that moment, many delicacies he had tasted in the past swept through his mind. The boy stroked his chin and fell silent, thinking.
For Longlong, he put on an apron for the first time in his life——
Then he was surprised to find that Shen Qianluo, who was omniscient, omnipotent and almighty, seemed unable to cook.
Shen Qianluo: ...
However, no matter what difficulties lie before the gods, the young master should not give up easily - besides, he had sent the servants away so casually with just a wave of his hand - if he called them back to cook at this moment, wouldn't it reveal that the young master can't cook - and damage the face of the gods?
In short, children are afraid of losing face.
Even standing on tiptoe, the boy still couldn't touch the chopping board, so he transformed a rock-element stone pestle into a footstool. He muttered something and held up a ball of juicy cabbage in his hands.
“The first step in cooking an ingredient is…”
"ignition?"
At that moment, Shen Qianluo seemed to realize something. He turned his head to look at the stove quietly lying beside him, then lowered his head to look at the fierce spiritual fire rising from his palm, and his golden pupils widened slightly...
A second of enlightenment.
"Of course, the fire created by the gods themselves is more useful."
He decisively chose the burning divine flame. The boy's hair shook and he became inexplicably happy. He slapped the cabbage on the chopping board.
I'm even beginning to imagine that the gods made a perfect and delicious dish so quickly. Longlong will definitely feel gratified...
The cabbage and the cutting board were burned to ashes.
There was a sound of a flame bursting, and Shen Qianluo stretched out his hands blankly, standing there in a daze.
The so-called ingredients...are so fragile?
The young master, who had been extremely powerful and invincible since childhood, almost began to doubt his life. Finally, at the moment when he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, he understood something terrible.
He really can't cook.
"Or, maybe only cabbage is so fragile..."
The potatoes burned to ashes.
Even the pots and pans that were trembling nearby were unable to withstand the gentle licking of the divine flames and turned into shattering sparks, disappearing in a second.
The dancing flame in the boy's palm was small and delicate, seemingly a cute little cluster, its bright luster concealing the beauty of light gold. Wherever the heat passed, the gas wailed and twisted, and the space collapsed first.
Shen Qianluo pursed his lips, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes for a moment.
Incorrect methods will inevitably lead to bad consequences.
...using human fire?
After thinking for a moment, the young master made up his mind decisively. He disappeared in an instant and quickly teleported back, carefully holding the fragile orange flame.
The boy jumped onto the stepping stone with a slightly heavy step, looked around the messy kitchen, opened his mouth to say something, then slowly lowered his head and muttered: "This time, I will definitely succeed..."
Weakened flame...
It was the first time that he came across the perverse idea that strength should be weakened, which was like asking a high and mighty god to pretend to be weak. It was extremely frustrating and had no courage at all.
"Anyway, let's start again." Regrouping and rolling up his sleeves, the boy opened the cooking textbook he had just brought with him, carefully comparing the production methods with a focused expression and a deep breath.
He carefully cut open the mollusk he had just caught, and felt the strange touch of the suction cup sliding on his fingers. Shen Qianluo's fingertips trembled for a moment, but the tip of the knife in his hand was extremely steady, and he showed an unnecessary caution everywhere.
pity.
...He still failed.
After tasting the carefully prepared dish with bated breath, the boy's expression suddenly changed. He covered his mouth with his hands and almost vomited: "Ugh! Ugh..."
It's old, hard, smelly, and very salty.
It was like a thousand flaming trees were crawling around in his mouth.
I looked around the kitchen, which had gone through a miserable humiliation. The stove was charred and twisted, the metal edge was curled into a weird arc, and the wall that should have been as white as snow was covered with a sticky dark brown object - a poor half-living mollusk.
The air was filled with a pungent, bitter smell mixed with the fishy smell of seafood. The boy stood in the middle of the ruins, his apron no longer showing its original color.
Half of her face was stained with dark soy sauce, and even her soft and dull cheeks were dripping with suspicious mucus, and her hair was scattered messily on her shoulders.
Shen Qianluo was about to cry.
The young master had never experienced so many failures. It was an experience completely different from the ease with which he could command in battle and the elegance and calmness in planning. The new field of cooking seemed to tell the deeply shocked child clearly that he could never be the best no matter what.
How can you talk about being the best if you can’t even make a slightly normal dish?
The corners of her eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, giving them an indescribable allure. Shen Qianluo suppressed his sobs and suddenly rushed back to his room.
With the moisture that almost washed away the shame, he threw himself into the bed.
The whole thing shrunk back in completely, without even its droopy hair showing.
I'm so angry and sad. Even my subordinates and humans can perfectly control the cooking technique, so why can't the great gods master it?
The boy had never seen the cooking process in person, but even if he followed what was written in the book, he couldn't understand the essentials. How could a god be omnipotent...
"If the young master wanted to learn cooking skills by analogy from the content of "The Octopus is Screaming: A Diary of Observation of Magic Potion Dregs" or "A Guide to Building a Thermodynamic Model of Highly Active Demon Residues", I think even a god would be forgiven for making a mistake."
The next second, a steady and gentle voice suddenly came from above his head, but it was tainted with an imperceptible smile. Shen Qianluo's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then he pulled back the quilt and raised his head in shock.
"...Mr. Zhongli?"
The boy, who was suddenly exposed to the view, opened his thin lips slightly, and his expression was rarely so surprised and flustered. He suddenly realized something while sitting upright for a moment, and his whole face flushed, almost like a burst of hair, and grabbed the cloth on both sides of his shoulders, "You, you already know all that...!?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhongli maintained an elegant and reserved curve at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the soft, cute and unaware little ball that suddenly came close to him, and subconsciously he couldn't help but hold it in his arms.
Unexpectedly falling into the man's arms, the boy was confused for a moment, and his young face showed an almost obedient confusion. The hasty fall brought about a sudden collision of skin, and the heat of the arm immediately penetrated into the waist along the contact area.
He stiffened his body instinctively, and when Shen Qianluo looked up in confusion, Zhongli was looking down at him.
The boy's body has always been soft, firm, and has a sweet fragrance. From Shen Qianluo's perspective, the shadow cast by Zhongli's eyelashes just cut off all the overflowing emotions.
But in a trance, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a pair of wild dragon eyes full of desire, longing and admiration.