An hour later......

Yi Lin looked at the large number of unprepared dishes beside him, and handed a few successful portions to the waiter waiting outside.

With a long exhalation, Yi Lin looked at Mo Xiaomo: "Can I ask a question first?" I don't know how long it will take to make so many dishes......"

Mo Xiaomo pursed her lips lightly, was silent for a while, and nodded: "Ask." ”

"Do you know what a pass is?" Yi Lin didn't think about it, and asked directly.

Mo Xiaomo's expression froze and she didn't say a word.

“…… What's wrong? ”

Yi Lin didn't answer when he saw Mo Xiaomo? I couldn't help but ask cautiously.

"How did you hear about the pass?" Mo Xiaomo looked at Yi Lin's eyes with a little more vigilance.

"'The Forgotten Lands' dungeon." Yi Lin thought for a moment and replied, "My NPC template was forcibly pulled into the dungeon, and the reward for completing the task is the pass. ”

"Oh?" Mo Xiaomo was suspicious, staring at Yi Lin's face, as if he wanted to find some clues from the change in Yi Lin's expression.

Yi Lin just looked at her with a smile on his face.

"......" Mo Xiaomo was silent for a long time, "I can tell you, but not now." ”

"Why?" Yi Lin was stunned.

"The timing isn't right." Mo Xiaomo glanced to the side.

"Someone eavesdropping?" Yi Lin watched Mo Xiaomo's movements and subconsciously guessed.

Mo Xiaomo shook her head first, and then nodded a little: "Something similar." ”

"Since you created that 'Ming'...... Then you've already seen the fog, right? Before Yi Lin could answer, Mo Xiaomo suddenly asked again.

"Hmm." Yi Lin nodded, looking at Mo Xiaomo with some meaning, and couldn't help but think of something-the mist had cut off his data connection with Blue Frost before talking to him! …… Could it be that the "eavesdropper" that Mo Xiaomo guarded against is also Blue Frost?

"Then you should know why the timing isn't right." Mo Xiaomo speculated to herself, "If you really want to know, ask the mist - the mist should be in Qingming Town now, not too far from Bailu Town." ”

"Hmm." Yi Lin nodded.

Then, Yi Lin took off the apron he had put on when he was cooking, folded it slightly and put it on the table, and was about to leave.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xiaomo's voice sounded behind him.

"Go find the fog." Yi Lin turned his head and was a little puzzled by Mo Xiaomo's knowingly question.

"There are two days of foggy weather during the Qingming Festival, you can help me cook first, and it's too late to go later." Mo Xiaomo walked to the table and picked up the apron that Yi Lin had put down, raised her eyebrows, raised her apron and shook it at Yi Lin.

"......" Yilin tried to keep a smile on his face.

- In other words, when you put on an apron, you always have the illusion that you are wearing women's clothes.

"Don't think about refusing," Mo Xiaomo couldn't help but squint her eyes when she saw that Yi Lin was unmoved, "Let you help me cook, and you will benefit from it." Chefs with higher career levels are less restricted from creating recipes. ”

"Okay." Yi Lin was helpless and walked back to the ingredients, but he didn't take the apron in Mo Xiaomo's hand.