At night, Li Yan was meditating in the room, and suddenly heard a sound of "ping pong" outside, so he gathered his mind and got up and walked out of the room.

A crisp "pop" sound came from a room in the left corner, and it looked like it was the kitchen that the daytime was talking about.

During the day, when I heard Bufan say that there was a kitchen here, I thought it was magical, but later I realized that it was not magical at all.

Let's not say that this is not the realm of the gods, strictly speaking, this is also half of the mortal world, and the ordinary people have not become gods in the first place, and the old man is delicious, this kitchen has become the most frequented place for the two masters and apprentices.

It's just that the craftsmanship and taste of the master and apprentice are unexpected.

I saw that the kitchen was in a mess, but I didn't think much of it and continued to light the fire, there was still smoke in the huge pot, and an indescribable smell wafted in the kitchen, Li Yan frowned slightly and bent down to pick up the kitchen knife at the door and walked to the stove.

"Little brother, what are you doing here?"

It's supposed to be cooking, why doesn't this posture seem to be a little wrong, and this room is too chaotic!

Bu Fan turned his face to look at the person at the door, and his clear eyes flashed with a look of pride. "I'm making dinner, just wait on the side!" Looking at Mo Li, he knew that he was a young master who couldn't cook, and he was not as civil and military as him.

Thinking of this extraordinary smile, it seems that he has found the balance between him and the death, and his mood is much better.

It's just that the person standing at the door looks incredulous.

Cooking, this little brother is actually cooking?!

When I smelled the subtle fragrance, I felt a sense of crisis inexplicably, how could this feeling be so similar to the dim sum that a certain prince made when he first cooked?

"Little Senior Brother, what did you do?"

"Porridge! Master's favorite drink porridge! ”

Gruel? Why does porridge still give off such a weird taste, is it really porridge?

"Little brother, this is ...... Gruel? Li Yan pointed to the pot of black and red things, smelled the more subtle and terrible fragrance, and finally knew what a terrible pot of porridge the little guy was talking about.

"That's not it, this is my own reading and making it, senior brother, you have a mouth." Bufan is very satisfied with his self-taught cooking skills, and even the master often praises him for his high talent and ingenuity.

Smelling the smell, he subconsciously stepped back, and secretly scolded himself. "I don't want that at all."

"Little brother, in fact, I also know a little bit of cooking, why don't I help......"

"Will you too?" Bufan looked at the death with suspicion, because the man in front of him didn't look like a person who could cook, so it shouldn't be a lie~

Feeling the other party's full of suspicion, he just smiled slightly and decided to tell him with actions.

"Actually, I knew it when I was very young, and today is the first day of apprenticeship, so I can also use this to cook a meal for you and Master to show my sincerity, how about it?"

In fact, Li Yan really didn't dare to eat the "porridge" in the pot, not only did it taste weird, but even the appearance and shape made people dare not compliment.

Bufan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "It's okay, senior brother, I can see what is the difference between the Terran cooking skills and my cooking skills."

It's a lot more separate, okay!

I couldn't smile bitterly.

"Okay, then I'll be ugly."