"Zhang Lan !!"

When Zhang Lan returned to the courtyard assigned to him by the academy, Ming Yuzhu was sitting in the courtyard at the moment, looking angry, looking at Zhang Lan who came in and roared.

"What are you doing? I'm messing with you again!"

Faced with the anger of this little girl, Zhang Lan didn't care. After all, compared to when she knew that she had soiled her sister's innocence, her eyes were much sharper than they were now.

"Why are you only coming back now, do you know, I'm going to starve to death!"

Crossing her waist, the little girl said to Zhang Lan. That look, if it weren't for the fact that she was still a little young, looked like a shrew.

"Hungry, didn't I have food for you?"

Zhang Lan raised her eyebrows and frowned: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you talk nonsense in front of me, be careful that I open your little ass!"

"Hmph, what is ready, it's all cold, so how to eat. ”

This little girl has lived a rich life since she was a child, although she is a child of a family in a small border town, she has not suffered any grievances, and when those meals are cold, she naturally can't eat them.

"It's cold, no, I'm freshly made, it should be hot, you...... Could it be that I slept for too long, so I let the food cold, right? Besides, I'm an immortal cultivator who can cook vegetables, don't say you can't!"

There is everything in this courtyard, whether it is the living room or bedroom, or the kitchen and toilet, it is all available, and there is also a practice meditation room and a pill room, and there is a medicine field outside, there is no problem in what you want, this little girl is actually starving, and it is really amazing.

“......”

His face was slightly red, and Ming Yuzhu would not admit that he had really overslept, so he made the originally hot food cold. After thinking about it, he said: "People don't know how to use that stove, you haven't taught me, isn't it normal that I can't use it?" I don't care, I'm hungry now, you hurry up and get me food!"

"My girl, we're still enemies, don't you think there's something wrong with the tone in which you talk to me?"

Zhang Lan shook her head helplessly, this girl hated herself while substituting her into her sister-like identity, what kind of trouble did she want?

"No, you are my enemy, but I am not your enemy, this is what you owe me, and I must pay it back!"

Raising one of his fingers slightly, Ming Yuzhu said: "Moreover, you once promised me that you would give me a chance to kill you, and I have not used that opportunity until now!"

Speaking of this, a gloomy color flashed in the little girl's eyes. Her own sister, where the hell is she now, is she still alive as this villain said, or is she already ......

No matter what, my sister's hatred, I must help her get it back.

However, although Zhang Lan is a little bad now, she is completely different from the wicked person that her father said, will such a person do that kind of thing that tarnishes her sister's innocence?

Or is there something else going on here?

Looking at the man who was taking out the same ingredients from the ring, Ming Yuzhu couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Zhang Lan was also a little puzzled in his heart, at the beginning, he thought that he had come from that world and occupied Zhang Lan in this world. But as time goes by, he sometimes has the feeling that he is actually Zhang Lan of this world, but the original consciousness is covered by the colossal memory of Zhang Lan of that world.

Otherwise, why is the fit between his soul and body so high, and even so many masters of the Immortal Cloud Sect have not discovered it......

Which Zhang Lan is himself, or both Zhang Lan are himself, this question began to haunt his heart at some point.

"Hey, Zhang Lan, you fried all the dishes!!"

I don't know when, suddenly, a shout made Zhang Lan come back to her senses, looking at the fried cabbage that was already smoking in the pot, and was slightly stunned. Then he smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, anyway, it's okay if I don't eat a meal, but some people are so hungry that they can't eat, they still have to eat!"

"What, you want me to eat this? No, you can re-fry !! for me."

Seeing that Zhang Lan had already scooped up the cabbage that had been fried into several black balls from the pot, Ming Yuzhu was a little dissatisfied and said loudly.

"People who don't do it have no human rights, this is what I fryed, if you don't eat it, forget it, I originally had the intention of adding another dish, but your attitude made me Zhang Lan very unhappy, so you can do it yourself!"

Placing the plate of burned unknown objects on the stone table in the courtyard, Zhang Lan propped up her chin and said to Ming Yuzhu with a playful look: "By the way, don't think about eating all the food, because I don't even plan to cook the rice, anyway, I am an immortal cultivator, and I can't be hungry without eating one or two meals!"

Ming Yu Zhu ......

The little face couldn't help but shrink inside, shrunk a look of grievance, looked at the stove on the side, the little fist clenched tighter and tighter, and finally, there was a clicking sound. In the end, he sighed helplessly, put away his grievances, and walked towards the stove. In his mouth, he angrily scolded some "dead", "smelly" and other eyes, and he knew who he was scolding.

Zhang Lan looked at her with interest, but she was amused in her heart. Sure enough, it will be a lot of fun to bring this little girl with her, and, in two years, the little girl will grow up and will not be worse than her sister, huh...... Ahem, why do you want this, anyway, it's right to take her.

As for the fact that she wants to kill herself to avenge her sister, when she rescues her sister, that is, the enmity and hatred are offset, there should be no such grudge at that time.

"Hey, that's salt, not sugar, why are you putting so much!"

From afar, Zhang Lan shouted to Ming Yuzhu, who was having trouble with everything in the kitchen.

“......”

Ming Yuzhu's movements were stunned, and then he stubbornly said: "I like to eat salt, can't I put more!"

"Whatever you want, kindly remind you, you have to be a donkey's liver and lungs, and wait for you to die ......"

Seeing Ming Yuzhu put a jar of chili powder in his hand into the cold dish he had left in the morning, Zhang Lan moved his mouth, and finally did not say the words he reminded. Anyway, this little girl doesn't know what to do, so let her learn a lesson, and this is still self-inflicted, she can only blame herself for deserving it.

Retracting his gaze to the plate of black cabbage on the table in front of him, Zhang Lan sighed helplessly. I remember that in the novels I liked to read when I was young, it was often written that the protagonist had excellent cooking skills, no matter what goddess, what fairy, what saint, what witch, as long as I ate the dishes made by the protagonist, I would fall madly in love with him, crying and arguing that I would not marry.

Is this plate of 'white' dishes made by himself a warning from God that he is not the protagonist's life?

......