Although the plate of mapo tofu is a little ominous at first glance, Kirishima Dongxiang actually really wants to taste it, since she found out that Hakuya is not hostile to their siblings, Kirishima Dongxiang relaxed, and this relaxation also gave her time to take care of some things, such as this Mr. Hakuya's cooking.

Kirishima Aka knew that in addition to being a powerful food hunter, Mr. Haraya was also a skilled chef, something she had vaguely noticed the last time they met in the forest.

At that time, she officially followed a good smell to find the past and finally met Mr. Hakuya, and at that time, Kirishima Dongxiang also wondered if there were any high-grade high-grade ingredients on Hakuya, because in terms of the taste that is somewhat different from humans, in addition to human flesh, there are only a few very rare high-end ingredients that can arouse their appetite.

It's just that after the world-shattering dragon slaying battle began, Kirishima Dongxiang naturally didn't dare to observe the battle up close, but even if she was hiding in the camp café that day, she saw the huge pillar of light rising into the sky in the forest, and smelled the fragrance that almost filled most of the forest.

At first, Kirishima Dongxiang didn't know what the origin of this aroma was, but then she heard from a passing hunter that she knew that it was the aroma of a bait dish made by a chef to attract a dragon to take the bait, and that chef was none other than the Mr. White Night in front of her.

And this truth also made Kirishima Dongxiang recall once again the inexplicable aroma that made her index fingers move when the two met in the forest, and Mr. Hakuya seemed to be cooking something at that time.

Perhaps there were no rare high-end ingredients from the beginning, and the aroma was simply the result of Mr. Hakuya's cooking.

Kirishima Dong Xiang came up with such a speculation in her heart.

The meow is a cursed race, and this life has no chance of normal human food, and this theorem, which has been taught by its ancestors since childhood, has been shaken at this moment.

Such a bold speculation that can be called ruinous makes Kirishima Dongxiang a little excited, she can't wait to taste the mapo tofu in front of her, as long as she tastes it, her speculation is right or wrong.

Because of the excitement, Kirishima Dongxiang's hand holding the spoon trembled a little, just like a Parkinson's patient.

Finally stabilizing her trembling hands, Kirishima Dongxiang pursed her somewhat dry lips and raised the spoon while pulling the plate of mapo tofu in front of her.

It's close, it's close, as long as a spoonful goes down, the curse of the meow seed may be history.

Kirishima Dong Xiang thought with anticipation in her heart.

And then...

And then there was no then.

A sudden roar suddenly remembered from Kirishima Dongxiang's side, which frightened her because she was preoccupied with it, so she didn't have the slightest defense, and the spoon in her hand fell directly on the table, and the plate of mapo tofu that had been pulled in front of her disappeared all at once.

Kirishima Dongka looked at the empty table in front of him a little confused.

Hey, where's my mapo tofu? Has anyone seen my tofu, the mapo tofu that was still here just now, such a big plate, and still glowing red?

She looked up a little confused, and then saw her brother gobbling up.

At this moment, Kirishima Dong Xiang, who didn't have a good temper, had a little idea of killing his relatives in his heart.

Wow, you're Kirishima Ayato, my mother worked hard to pull you up with a handful of and urine since I was a child, and now it's okay, you actually grabbed food with me.

Kirishima Dong Xiang is so angry in her heart.

"Calm, calm, Kirishima Dongxiang, this is your own brother, your only relative, and you should say anything between relatives. ”

With such a soothing self in his heart, the corners of Kirishima Dongxiang's mouth twitched and pulled out a hideous smile, and asked Kirishima Ayato, who was still gobbling up.

"Ayato, how's it going, is it delicious?"

She swore that if this unfilial brother didn't give her a taste testimonial of more than 2,000 words today, then no one would be able to save him.

"Uh, sister, taste, oh, taste. ”

Hearing his sister's question, Kirishima Ayato turned his head a little dazedly, and then spoke.

"Fragrant, my sister is so fragrant. ”

Ah, you're talking nonsense, of course your sister and I are fragrant.

Kirishima Dongxiang blew up at that time, but the next moment she was stunned.

Wait, what did you just say? Incense, or is it really fragrant, is there such a thing as incense in the taste of the meow?

As if struck by a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Kirishima Dongka turned her head stiffly, looking at Bai Ye, who had been making soy sauce on the side, and her eyes were as if she had seen a living savior.

.................

On the other side, Kirishima Ayato was still swallowing the food stupidly.

Even now his mouth was already flushed red, and there was a tendency to develop towards the sausage mouth, he did not stop.

Even he didn't stop scratching his ears and cheeks from the hot tofu that had just come out of the pot.

Incense, really incense, such a unique feeling filled his whole mind, making this young man who was only 14 years old but had always been very precocious like Shi Lezhi at this time.

However, this really can't be blamed on him, because incense is a feeling that is generally not experienced, such words Kirishima Ayaya have seen from human dictionaries, but he has never felt it softly, but at this time he is very sure that the name of this pleasure that explodes from his mouth is called True Fragrance.

Mew is a race cursed by God, this legendary curse dropped by the god of food himself almost severed all the connection between the meow and the word food, mew is able to eat people, but this does not mean that human flesh is a delicacy for meows, in fact, human flesh is not delicious, to make an analogy, just like compressed biscuits for human beings, it is full, but the taste is almost equal to nothing.

Although there seems to be a guy nicknamed a gourmand among the mews recently, that guy is actually just a pervert, even if that pervert changes his head with tricks, it actually tastes the same in his mouth.

It is precisely because no matter how you deal with it, it will eventually taste the same in your mouth, so many mews are like wild beasts when they forage for food, and they are eaten raw.

However, now Kirishima Ayato is very sure that the smell that is bursting out of his mouth now is definitely not comparable to the damn taste of human flesh that has long been greasy.

Spicy, incomparably spicy, like a volcano erupting on the tip of the tongue, it is a pain like swallowing a flame.

It's just that although it's painful, it's not annoying, and it's even quite enjoyable.

The extreme pain caused by the spicy taste of the rush was like opening some mechanism in his body, and after the pain, a variety of other flavors came one after another, because he hadn't experienced these tastes, so Kirishima Ayato couldn't tell whether it was sour, sweet, or bitter or something, but that didn't prevent him from feeling delicious.

His hands are out of his control, and he only knows that the mechanical swing of the spoon will send the food on the plate into his mouth, and the tofu will melt in his mouth, and if you suck a little harder, it can even penetrate between your teeth, turning into fluid flowing from between your teeth and into your throat.

Kirishima Ayato felt a little dissatisfied, this melt-in-your-mouth texture made him unable to enjoy the hard-won taste for longer.

"One more bowl. ”

I don't know when, the plate is already empty, Kirishima Ayato subconsciously shouted.