"You're just a little bit alone!"

Sherlock was boiling a hot pot when a grumbling voice came from a low bush behind him. Mobile

He knew it was Sindy coming when he heard the voice, and hurriedly turned around and explained, "I'm also afraid that it will affect you!" ”

"I'm afraid I'll ......" Cindy thought about it, but still pulled Barak together, and said angrily: "I'm afraid that we will drag you down, right?" ”

Sherlock wasn't stupid enough to reason with a woman who was getting angry.

As soon as his hand flipped, a cup of milk tea was handed over: "Try it." ”

Most of the resentment in Cindy's stomach dissipated the moment she saw the cup of milk tea: "You did it?" ”

"Of course, the recipe I researched myself, the purple lime from the Longjaw Mountains, the fresh milk from the super big milk tank, and the lynx cocoa from Dora Town, tasted much better than that Nanji milk."

"Really?"

Cindy raised her glass suspiciously, and a fresh fragrance came to her nose.

Doesn't seem to be bad.

She took a shallow sip, and a little sweetness quickly spread on her taste buds.

As a first-line female star, even if she has a limited amount of Nanji milk every day, she can drink it whenever she wants, and her requirements for food are naturally becoming more and more picky.

She originally wanted to use her super high level of appreciation to make fun of the other party and vent her remaining grievances.

It's just that after this mouthful, that little bit of caution was completely forgotten by her, 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's it going, is it okay?" Sherlock asked, expectantly.

Although there are many magical ingredients in the Forgotten Realms.

But the taste, back to its roots, is still sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty.

Therefore, it is not much easier to cook high-quality food and prepare delicious dishes than in reality.

Sherlock, a master of dark cooking, is no different from poison except for wine, barbecue, and hot pot.

This time, he was bored with idleness, but he inadvertently made this cup of purple lime Frappuccino.

He tasted it himself, and it definitely didn't taste bad.

It's just that he hasn't eaten any high-end desserts after all, and he can't say how good it is, maybe he is sitting in the well and watching the sky by himself.

"General." Cindy took another sip and said noncommittally.

"It's just average." Sherlock was inevitably a little disappointed, like a child who wanted to be praised by his parents but was ignored

Cindy looked at Sherlock like that and couldn't help but smile: "It's almost the level of Nanji's milk." ”

"Really?" Sherlock knew about Nan Kee's milk.

This store only has one branch in the first ring of major cities, and there are a limited number of desserts every day, so ordinary people can't eat them at all.

Cyndy's evaluation can be said to be quite high, and he was a little unbelievable for a while.

"Do I need to make you happy?" Cindy took another sip without a trace.

"Looks like I have a talent for cooking." Sherlock laughed, he couldn't wait to show off in front of Eleven.

"I've been on the road with Barak for a day, and I haven't eaten, so don't you plan to pass me away with a cup of milk tea?"

"Of course not." Sherlock came to his senses.

As soon as he turned around, he exposed the hot pot and barbecue behind him: "I have heated the hot pot base and barbecue charcoal, and I am waiting for you." ”

"Where's the material?" Cindy wondered as she looked at the empty pots and barbecue grills.

Sherlock smiled slightly, and more than a dozen pieces of flesh collected from various creatures were thrown into the air by him.

"Sexy druid, chopping vegetables online."

He jumped on his waist, ten cat's claws ejected from the palm of his hand, crossed and gestured a few times, and a piece of meat fell neatly on the board.

This kind of knife skill is absolutely impossible for a chef in reality, after all, no one can control 10 kitchen knives at the same time.

Only Sherlock, a 100% completed Azusa cat body, can play with this effect.

"Lan, Huahua, Qiu'er, it's time to eat!" He shouted not far away.

The trio of buddies on the other side, who were still farming, heard this, and ran over with a cry of joy.

"Yours, Hundred Flowers Brew!" The mosaic pedicle only needs to be hydrated.

"Fruit and vegetable salad!" Butterfly Demon Hill is a vegetarian.

"Your meat isn't good yet, wait a minute." After being reborn, Arashi finally got rid of the habit of eating raw meat.

"Barak, my own dark beer, try it." Barbarians are as heavy a drinker as dwarves.

However, Barak didn't seem to like eating slices of barbecue and hot pot very much, so he took the initiative to replace Sherlock and help Arashi grill the meat.

In the night, Sherlock and Cindy sat in front of the hot pot and chatted about whether they had a match or not.

In fact, the class gap between the two is still quite large, and it is almost impossible to have any intersection in reality, 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, making all this possible.

You can ride a boat together, you can kill monsters together, you can soar in the sea together, you can run wild in the streets together......

And when all this may have happened, the strangeness and estrangement between the two were unconsciously smoothed.

Sherlock inquires about gossip in the entertainment industry, and Cindy listens to his experiences.

"I really envy you, you can live the life you want freely." Cindy said enviously.

"Well, that sounds familiar." Sherlock remembers the last time he said that to him, it was Feng Erzhong.

Since Olasberg said goodbye, he hasn't seen this rich second generation for almost half a year.

The other party has not come out since following Tam to the territory of the Sla Toad clan, and I heard that he has recently found a way to help Tam get out.

A task that I don't know if there is a reward, it takes more than half a year to sit down, and only people like Feng Erzhong can do it.

No, he probably didn't see this as a task at all, just wanted to help his friend.

"I mean really."

Sindy smiled bitterly, "Do you know how old I was when I started as a trainee? ”

"12 years old!" She asked herself, "Three days after my mother died, my dad sent me to SMJ. ”

"Isn't it pretty good?" Sherlock knew that SMJ's training fees weren't cheap.

"Yes, send my money-losing goods to the company, and he can live a 'happy' life with that woman and their son." Cindy laughed to herself.

"Uh...... At least you're not bad right now! "Sherlock has made up all the plots.

"Perhaps!" Cindy smiled.

It's just that this smile, reflected in the firelight, is full of an indescribable sadness.