In the past, Xingyin had never been in the kitchen, and he didn't know if what he made was delicious.

It's just that there is an intuition in his heart that tells him that he must cook a meal for Mingmei, even if it is only once, he has no regrets in this life.

He always trusted his instincts and acted immediately.

He thought that he must be very clumsy when cooking, however, the moment he picked up the kitchen knife, he was inexplicably familiar, and the level of cutting vegetables, not to mention comparable to a chef, was absolutely excellent.

Could it be that he was a cook in his last life?

Xingyin touched his nose and couldn't help but think like this, especially, every time he picked up a dish, he had at least a dozen ways to make it and various seasoning methods about it in his heart.

Therefore, even if he doesn't understand anything, the dishes he makes are still full of color, flavor, and taste, and he can definitely handle it.

in the living room.

Mingmei smelled the aroma of rice and was in a trance.

This smell is very familiar, as if it is an old friend.

She threw away the book and looked out the window, and the past came to her mind, and the shadows and dishes were intertwined, which made people nostalgic.

Fan Wanzi tilted his head and thought, it seems that God is not so easy to be, no one has ever lived her, so no one has ever hurt her.

It understood for a moment the brightness of indifference and coldness, which was perhaps the best gesture of God in the world.

Without joys and sorrows, he was indifferent to parting.

It was a little confused, and plucked up its courage to say, "Host, there is a small request, can you grant me?" ”

"What request?"

"Huh, can you give me a short haircut?" So that the host can touch it?

What's the problem that can't be solved by dumpling?

If there is, then make two dumplings.

Mingmei pulled out of the past, looking at the slightly reddened face of the dough, her bright little eyes, and a little warmth in her heart.

She beckoned the doughnut to come over, carefully shortened its long hair, and made a nice look, with gentle movements and gentle eyes.

Dough Zi felt like she was going to drown in this look.

It licked its lips and made a pleasant humming sound.

It seems that it is not bad to be a pet of the host.

Main system: When did the "......" as a system lose its unity?

Xingyin came out with the dishes, and saw that Mingmei had a match, and he didn't move his fingers in the air, as if he was combing something again, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask.

She had always been unique in his heart, so unique that he accepted any inexplicable act from her, and took it for granted.

He said softly, "I made a few dishes, do you like it?" ”

Mingmei looked at the plates she used to love to eat, and Qu Mi also loved to cook the dishes for her, and her eyes were extremely complicated.

Xingyin smiled, touched his head, and said, "I'll do it casually, if you don't like it, I'll do something else again." ”

"No, that's all."

She turned to wash her hands.

Xingyin quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't tell why he made these dishes, but he did it by inertia.

Just like he often habitually feels that he is a descendant of the dragon.

Sitting at the dining table with a solemn expression, he sat at the table with a solemn expression.

Dough flew around Xingyin, trying to pry open Xingyin's head to see, how could this guy be so good at pleasing the host? Even the host's favorite dish is known.

It thought for a moment and began to call the main system. "Master System, are you sure that every Child of Fortune is not the same person? How do they know what the host likes to eat? ”

Long.

The main system just appeared, and said seriously: "It's not the same." Maybe it's the relationship between the Heavenly Dao, a Heavenly Dao monitors countless worlds, and the Son of Luck may be affected by something. ”

Dough scratched his head, so profound, I don't understand it, forget it, it's just a dumpling, it's better to be an honest pet.

Main System: "......"

The two of them chatted while eating.

Mingmei didn't talk much, so Xingyin said more. "Have you ever had any strange dreams?"

"Nope!"

Bright and elegant, but not slow.

God's dreams are not called dreams, they are called prophecies!

Xingyin smiled a little embarrassedly, his eyes were very cute, and he said softly: "I often have a strange dream, in my dreams, I often dream of a dragon, telling me that I am the descendant of the dragon, in the dream, I also fly around in the form of a dragon, patrolling the territory." ”

Speaking of this, there is some yearning between the words.

"I still remember the feeling of being a dragon and flying in the sky, it was so cool."

"Hmm!" Mingmei nodded slightly and continued to eat.

I thought boredly in my heart, for the sake of his delicious cooking, I just perfunctory it, so as not to blow him refuse to cook next time.

Xingyin touched his head and said with a smile: "It would be great if there were dragons in this world, dragons must be very beautiful!" ”

"It's fine!" Mingmei thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

Starmark was about to die of laughter at her serious appearance.

Mingmei silently glanced up at him.

"Hiccup!" Starmark hiccuped in fright.

Mingmei made no secret of her dislike. "If you have this guts, you are just Ye Gong Haolong."

Xingyin: "......" Even if he is not Ye Gong Haolong, there is no way, is he really going to see a dragon?

As if hearing what he was saying, Mingmei silently took out a whip and put it on the table.

Xingyin frowned, stretched out his hand to touch it, this whip is too gorgeous, too beautiful.

The moment his finger touched the whip, Starprint's face changed.

In his eyes, the whole whip came to life, turning into a long black dragon, swimming in the wind, rain, thunder and lightning with the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth, and the long body appeared and disappeared in the clouds, and the red eyes were like two torches, which pierced people's eyes at a glance.

The dragon felt the star seal, roared, and the earth shook, rushing towards the star seal with an unrivaled momentum, with a ruthlessness that obliterated the soul.

At the moment when the dragon rushed to Xingyin's side, the jade on Xingyin's body burst out with a dazzling light; The dragon groaned unwillingly and retreated into the clouds.

Xingyin came to his senses, he opened his mouth firmly, and stammered, "That's a dragon??" ”

"Hmm!" Bright and faint.

What is so beautiful about dragons, how delicious the rice is!

Xingyin was still in a dream, and in a trance, he actually saw a dragon, and she actually had a dragon?

The world is crazy.

Xingyin decided, firmly holding the bright thighs, and would not let go even if he died.

He is diligent in serving vegetables for the bright sunny.

Mingmei calmly accepted his service, and her comfortable eyes narrowed slightly.

The doorbell rang.

Xingyin smiled, "I'll open the door." ”

He walked up to the door with long legs and opened it.

At the door, a strange young girl, looking at the handsome and boundless star seal, hesitated in her eyes, and said softly: "May I ask if Hua Mingmei is here?" ”

"Who are you?"

"Oh! I'm Hua Mingmei's younger sister, and my name is Hua Jiaga. ”

Mingmei walked over, looked at Hua Jiajia indifferently, and said coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

Hua Gaga breathed a sigh of relief. "Hua Ghaga greets the witch."