Egg fried rice, the most familiar dish in the white night, there is no one.

It was also the first dish he had ever made since he crossed over.

Bai Ye still remembers the appearance of the sand sculpture when he was stunned by the culinary instinct left over from his predecessor.

Now in the blink of an eye, he has also been in this world for more than half a year, and all kinds of things have really happened in the past six months.

Hawkers,Actually, sometimes Bai Ye really thinks that this crossing is a dream.,Maybe when he wakes up from the dream.,He'll turn back into the dead house that lives with the plastic villain.,Or maybe it's actually the dead house addicted to the paper man's wife who caused a mental disorder.,All of this is his fantasy.。

"Hehe, isn't this the most commonly used ending for those street breakers, the kind of author deserves to be killed. ”

Bai Ye complained in his heart, but he collected the cranky thoughts.

If you have nothing to think about these philosophical questions, it's better to tease tsundere more and have fun.

He walked briskly to the outdoor kitchen counter to the side, summoned the game panel, selected the right ingredients from his backpack, and said to his roommate at the table that had already made it to the side.

"Wait a minute, the food will be ready soon, trust me, I'll surprise you this time. ”

Countless light particles converge in Bai Ye's hands, transforming into one ingredient after another, including the white rice that has been made, this is the benefit of the game world, what is thrown into the backpack, you don't have to worry about deterioration, it's much better than a refrigerator.

Of course, in reality, White Night, who has a space-time gourd, doesn't seem to need to worry about this kind of problem.

Bai Ye picked up an egg and tucked it twice in his hand, he took a few deep breaths, adjusted his condition, and then began to cook.

In fact, there was nothing to prepare in the first place, and he made more egg fried rice than he had eaten bread in his life, which was no longer a level of proficiency that muscle memory could summarize, even with his eyes closed, he could smoothly complete a plate of fried rice.

The reason why he takes it so seriously is that he simply wants to try whether there will be any new breakthroughs when he goes all out to make this egg fried rice when his cooking skills have broken through the 80 mark.

After all, his proficiency in golden fried rice has been stuck at 99 on the system panel for a long time, and the last one percent has never been able to break through, you must know that golden fried rice is just a four-star recipe, and with his previous seventy-level cooking skills, it has never been perfect to make a four-star recipe, which is a bit of a death obsessive-compulsive disorder.

If you can't do it when you're in your seventies, what about your 80s now, and whether you can reach the perfect level when you were teaching systematically?

White Night wants to try it.

The experience of the past six months flowed in his heart, and the memory of sweating in the kitchen day and night turned into food, and at this moment, he moved.

.........

On the other side, Erina Nagikiri sat at the dining table, her hands supporting her chin, and she looked at the busy figure in front of the kitchen without moving.

Her eyes were slightly confused, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

During this time, she has been fully engaged in the duel with her father, wanting to make a break with the past experience, and after tomorrow's decisive battle, whether she wins or loses, she will get the freedom she has always dreamed of.

If you are unlucky enough to lose, then the Commander of the Far Moon Academy, the position that is almost equivalent to the throne of the Cuisine Realm in District 11 will be handed over to my father. However, even if she loses the position of the commander-in-chief of the academy, she is still the commander-in-chief of the Yuanyue Group, the largest group in the eleventh district, and if she loses the throne, she is still a big prince, and her father, the king with an empty name and no real power, can't really do anything to her.

And if she is lucky enough to win, then she will sit firmly on this throne, and a huge eleventh district will be firmly held by herself as if she had been in the hands of her grandfather, and she will be enthroned as king in the true sense.

But what about after that?

If she loses, there's nothing to say, she probably has to find a way to call on the forces of the Far Moon Group to fight with her father again, to prevent the mysterious forces behind her father from doing whatever they want in this land, and finally find a way to win again and re-ascend the throne.

Well, quite a cliché.

But what if luck wins?

Erina Nagikiri really never thought about this question, after all, she was only a sixteen-year-old child, and she was not even an adult.

In the past, she was only cultivated by her grandfather as an heir, and all the goals were to inherit her grandfather's throne in the future. As for what happened after that, it was too far away for her to think about it at all.

After all, according to the original assumption, when my grandfather retired and she succeeded to the throne, she would be about twenty or thirty years old at that time, and I guess I would have my own plans when I grew up at that time.

But now this succession process has suddenly been advanced by at least ten years, which makes the girl very distressed, she has no plan for the future at all.

Continue to work hard to improve your cooking skills and become a great chef like your grandfather, or the red-haired man in your memory?

Well, this is a good dream, but unfortunately it is not difficult to realize, after all, the talent is so good that she can't become an excellent chef, it is not normal, she is like a dragon in it, in fact, as long as she eats and sleeps, she can become stronger sooner or later when she sleeps and eats.

And becoming stronger or something is not so much her life goal, but rather her obligation, but simply because she is the heir of the Nagi family, she has to be strong, and this goal is just an identity imposed on her.

In the past, she lived for the family, so after becoming the king, can she be a little willful, and live a little for herself.

Well, from this idea alone, the girl probably has no potential to become a virtuous king, but has some tyrant qualifications.

In the case of tyrants, the throne seems to be just a tool to satisfy their own desires.

Well, desire?

Erina Nagikiri's eyes lit up, and her eyes suddenly fell on the young man who was still busy in front of her.

"Well, as a king, I can't find a princess or something. ”

She thought slightly, shyly.

"Well, when I win tomorrow, I'll go confess.... Phew, it's not me who confessed, I'll find a way to make him confess like me. ”

The girl decided in her heart.

Well, that's right, even if it's like this, I'll go back to get married after the last battle, the girl has to be arrogant, and she still hasn't given up the plan of "Miss Nagi wants me to confess".

It's a pity that the young man in front of the kitchen counter turned around in time and interrupted the flag that had been erected very abruptly.

"Well, let's try it when the dish is done. ”

Bai Ye put a plate of fried rice that could flicker and almost make it impossible to open your eyes in front of the girl, and said confidently.

And just when Erina Nagikiri was surprised by the unscientific brightness of this fried rice, another sentence reached her ears.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I almost forgot to say, I actually said goodbye to you today, and I will go back to my hometown in Huaxia tomorrow. ”

White Night is a very ordinary goodbye.

The girl who had just picked up the spoon and was about to eat was suddenly stunned....

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