Sherlock was cooking hot pot when a resentful voice came from a bush behind him. Mobile version
He knew from the sound that it was Cindy who was coming, so he quickly turned around and explained: I'm also afraid of getting you involved!
Afraid of me, Cindy thought about it, but still dragged Barak along with her, and said angrily: You are afraid that we will drag you down!
Sherlock was not stupid enough to reason with an angry woman.
With a flip of his hand, a cup of milk tea was handed over: "Try it."
Most of Cindy's resentment dissipated the moment she saw the cup of milk tea: "Did you do this?"
Of course, the formulas I researched myself, including purple lemon from the Dragon Jaw Mountains, fresh milk from a super large milk can, and Bobcat cocoa from Dora Town, taste much better than that Nanji milk.
Yeah?
Cindy raised the cup doubtfully, and a scent of fragrance hit her nostrils first.
It seems pretty good.
She took a shallow sip, and a bit of sweetness quickly spread on her taste buds.
As an A-list female star, she drinks whatever she wants even if she drinks the limited amount of Nanji milk every day, so her requirements for food are naturally becoming increasingly picky.
She originally wanted to use her super high level of appreciation to ridicule the other person and vent her remaining resentment.
As soon as she took this sip, her little thought was completely forgotten, and there was only one thing left in her mind.
That's how to drink this cup of milk tea elegantly and as quickly as possible.
How is it, is it okay? Sherlock asked expectantly.
Although there are many fictional magical ingredients in Forgotten Realm.
But the taste, at its root, is still sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.
Therefore, it is easy to cook high-quality food, but it is not much easier to prepare delicious dishes than in reality.
Sherlock, the master of dark cooking, except for wine, barbecue and hot pot, the other food he makes is not much different from poison.
This time I was bored waiting for someone to do, but he accidentally made this cup of purple lemon frappuccino.
He has tasted it himself and it definitely tastes good.
It's just that he has never eaten any high-end desserts, so he can't tell how good they are. Maybe he is just sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
Average. Cindy took another sip and said without comment.
Only average. Sherlock is inevitably a little disappointed, like a child who wants to be praised by his parents but is ignored.
Cindy looked at Sherlock like that and couldn't help but laugh and said: It's almost as good as Nanji Milk.
Really? Sherlock knows about Nan Kee Milk.
This store only has one branch within a ring of major cities, and its various desserts are limited to limited quantities every day, making it impossible for ordinary people to eat.
Cindy's evaluation could be said to be quite high, and he was a little unbelievable for a moment.
Do I need to make you happy? Cindy took another sip without leaving a trace.
It seems that I do have a talent for cooking. Sherlock laughed and said, he couldn't wait to show off in front of No. 11.
Barak and I have been traveling all day and haven't eaten yet. You're just going to kill me with a cup of milk tea.
Of course not. Sherlock came to his senses.
As soon as he turned around, he revealed the hot pot and barbecue behind him: I have heated up the hot pot base and barbecue charcoal and are waiting for you.
Where are the ingredients? Cindy looked at the empty pot and barbecue grill and wondered.
Sherlock smiled slightly and threw more than ten pieces of meat collected from various creatures into the air.
Sexy Druid, cutting vegetables online.
He jumped up, and ten cat claws shot out from his palm. After a few cross gestures, pieces of meat fell neatly on the chopping board.
This kind of knife skill is absolutely impossible for chefs in reality. After all, no one can control 10 kitchen knives at the same time.
Only Sherlock, who has a 100-level Zi Cat body, can achieve this effect.
Lan, Huahua, Qiuer, dinner is ready! He shouted not far away.
The three friends who were still spawning monsters on the other side heard this and ran over with joy.
Yours, Baihua Nong! The flower leaves just need to be replenished with water.
Vegetable and fruit salad! Dieyao Qiuer is a vegetarian.
Your meat is not ready yet, please wait a while. After Lan was reborn, he finally got rid of the habit of eating raw meat.
Barak, I brewed my own dark beer. Try it. Barbarians are as addicted to wine as dwarves.
However, Barak didn't seem to like eating the pieces of barbecue and hot pot, so he took the initiative to replace Sherlock and help Lan grill the meat.
In the night, Sherlock and Cindy sat opposite each other in front of the hot pot, chatting all the time.
In fact, the class gap between the two is quite large. In reality, it is almost impossible for them to have any intersection, let alone sit on the grass and eat the same hot pot.
It's just that the game, as a virtual scene, weakens this gap to a certain extent and makes all this possible.
We can ride a boat together, we can kill monsters together, we can fly in the sea together, we can run wildly in the streets together
And when all this happened, the strangeness and distance between the two people was unknowingly smoothed away.
Sherlock inquired about the gossip in the entertainment industry, while Cindy listened to his experiences.
I really envy you. You can live the life you want freely. Cindy said with envy.
Well, this sentence sounds so familiar. Sherlock remembered that the last person who said this to him was Feng Erzhong.
Since Olasberg's departure, he has not seen this rich second generation for almost half a year.
The other party followed Tam to the slaadi territory and never came out. I heard that they have recently found a way to help Tam escape.
It takes more than half a year to complete a task with no reward, and only someone like Feng Erzhong can do it.
No, maybe he didn't regard this as a mission at all, he just simply wanted to help his friends.
I mean it.
Cindy smiled bitterly and said: Do you know how old I was when I started to be a trainee?
12 years old! She asked and answered herself: On the third day after my mother died, my father sent me to SMJ Company.
Isn't it pretty good? Sherlock knows that SMJ's training fees are not cheap.
Yes, if you send this loser like me to the company, he can live happily with that woman and their son. Cindy laughed at herself.
Well, at least you're doing well now! Sherlock has figured out all the plot points.
Maybe! Cindy smiled.
But this smile, reflected in the firelight, was filled with an unspeakable sadness.
