The butler, who didn't know the truth, folded his hands in front of his abdomen strictly, his posture was straight, and he looked at her and smiled slightly, "This is not a question of whether the young master can accept it, as long as it is about the young master, it must be best to choose what you are best at doing." ”

Pinch the head and remove the tail, and carefully calculate, dark cooking is indeed what she knows the most.

Song Jin was silent for a while, and reluctantly replied: "That... All right. ”

The equipment in the kitchen is very complete, some fruits and vegetables that can usually be seen, one piece does not fall, but the so-called pastry only needs flour.

With the memory of the original owner, the pastry is not difficult to complete.

After she worked hard to make one, the system couldn't help but come out and say: [Did you really not suspect that there was a problem with her recipe? 】

This she, naturally, refers to the original owner who sells pastries for a living.

Song Jin put a few greens around the fried pastry, and it looked very good, so he replied without raising his head: "Huh? What could be the problem? Actually, I was skeptical at first, but now I think the cakes look normal. ”

[Why don't you try it first?] 】

The system's words made Song Jin silent for a moment, "... Or not, what if I eat it and suddenly die? ”

【......】So you're still a little self-aware.

Fortunately, the butler was extremely cautious, and after he was ready, he did not give it to Lance as soon as possible, on the contrary, he called a few humans from outside to come in and taste it.

Song Jin thoughtfully divided the cake into several small pieces, as if cutting a steak, and carefully leaned over and put them into their plates one by one.

The vampire servants also followed, just curious about how delicious human food is, they are different from their young masters, ordinary vampires only have a taste for blood similar to food, and for human food, they will only find it extremely unpleasant.

It's the opposite of humans, it's like humans like food, but they don't like blood at all.

Lance didn't know when he also came in, his slender and straight body leaned against the door, his thin lips pursed slightly, his long eyelashes were half drooping, the dark light under his eyes was looming, and his aura was alienated and faint, but it was difficult to hide the decisiveness of killing in his bones.

When the butler and the servant saw that he was coming, they hurriedly retreated far away, intending to salute him, but were stopped by the gesture of his eyes.

Those human beings were already extremely apprehensive when they were called in by the housekeeper, but now they saw Song Jin's kind behavior, and they rarely relaxed slightly.

Earlier, it was just a tasting.

They thought they would be tortured by some inhuman death.

With the joy and happiness of the rest of their lives after death, they picked up their knives and forks and savored the delicious food on their plates.

Well...

It's sour, numb, and spicy......

"It's... This ahem, ahem... What is it? Gross-"

Someone pinched his neck fiercely, his face flushed, and he coughed desperately, as if he wanted to spit out the food in his mouth.

Some of them ate quickly, and they fainted directly.

There are also some tears and snot that can't be stopped, they keep rolling their eyes, and they are foaming at the mouth.

Seeing this, Song Jin silently pushed the remaining pastries in front of him far away, and turned his head to look at the side, with an innocent expression of "I don't know anything".

The servant was taken aback, and had already leaned down to treat him, and the butler was slightly stunned, obviously not yet recovering from this scene of great destruction, but Lance, for some reason, hooked his lips, and tilted his head and laughed.

Leaned there lazily, raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Song Jin, who was weak-hearted, his voice was soft, with a slight smile, "You want to kill me?" Well? ”