Benita only felt as if she had encountered the legendary immobilization technique, and she was so stiff that she couldn't even speak, so she could only quietly watch the man who inexplicably broke into her home.

The other party is on the thin side, about 1.85 meters tall, wearing a gorgeous evening dress, with a half-masked mask as pale as white bones on his face, and he looks more like an elegant gentleman preparing to participate in a masquerade than a criminal who commits a crime.

"Don't be nervous, madam, it's time to get off work right now, and now I just want to eat something good before going back to hell."

"Off work? Hell? What is he saying? Benita, who was secretly looking at the man, was so frightened by the other party's sudden opening that her heartbeat missed half a beat, and when she was thinking about the deep meaning of the other party's words, the other party suddenly said:

"Madam, I have to say that the kitchen utensils at home are very incomplete, and the kitchen knives are also lacking in maintenance, are you really using them properly?"

The man told the sorrow of the kitchenware in an aria full of poetic temperament, and while taking out a piece of beef, he gently tapped the steak with a small hammer that he had not used much since he bought it, and muttered in his mouth:

"Really, you don't usually use a hammer to cook beef? If you want to make a delicious steak, the strength of the beating is crucial, and if you use it with onions, honey and other accessories, you can make ordinary beef a high-quality Wagyu beef melt-in-your-mouth texture, but as a home-cooked dish, it doesn't need to be so exaggerated, and the right amount of chewiness can make people fully enjoy the texture of the bite. ”

"This man...... Teach me how to cook? A sense of absurdity flooded Benita's mind, suppressing her fears.

"Oh, it's still cold, and although I prefer clear soup, I'd like to make mushroom soup to suit local habits......

The man explained the steps and ingredients of the cooking by himself, and from time to time he would complain through the traces of the use of kitchen utensils, which made Benita wonder if she really didn't know how to cook at all, as he said.

A stay-at-home housewife can't cook?

It's just an insult!

But smelling the heartstringing aroma, she couldn't help but feel her saliva secreting.

She wanted to swallow her saliva secretly, but her stiff body made it difficult for her to swallow, so saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth.

"Ahhh Kill me! ”

Benita screamed frantically in her heart, but the man's movements were still graceful and skillful, and after Benita continued to suffer for more than an hour, a hearty dinner finally came out.

The creamy mushroom soup with pan-fried veal and the broccoli and potato salad is a standard Victorian dinner, but the other side seems to use many of the less Victorian cooking methods to make this seemingly home-cooked dish smell far more seductive than expected.

Benita watched as the other party casually plated the food, and then walked behind her, and heard a slight but very present sound of eating in her ears.

“……”

The sound of mushroom soup sliding down your throat, the sound of beef being torn and chewed, the sound of mashed potatoes and crunchy vegetables mixed in......

These sounds, which should have been indiscernible as if they were close at hand, drilled into Benita's ears and irritated her stomach frantically.

This torture lasted for more than ten minutes, and with the sound of the soup being swallowed, everything finally came to an end.

The figure reappeared in Benita's field of vision, he put the used dishes in the sink and quickly washed them, the white gloves that had not been taken off, but they had never been stained.

Just when Benita's mind was confused, the sound of a door lock suddenly came from the direction of the entrance, she didn't know why she heard so well today, but at this time, it was obviously not the time to think about such a thing.

"Oh no! Damn it! Jones, don't come in! You shouldn't be coming back at this time! Benita wanted to scream loudly, but her voice couldn't make any sound at all, and her breathing became rapid as the story of the victim who was killed when she came home to commit a crime while the bandits were committing the crime.

"Honey, I'm back, what's going to eat today?"

Her husband's voice came from the doorway, but Benita's eyes were the turn of the man who had put the dishes in place.

"It's over! Oh, my God! Who's going to save us! Benita's eyes were full of despair, but the next moment, the man just smiled and said:

"Looks like it's time for me to go, thanks for the ingredients, beautiful lady."

Listening to the other party's tone as if chanting poetry, Benita was horrified to see that the other party suddenly opened his hands, as if directly lifting a shadow, and dragged out a cloak from behind him that seemed to be woven from darkness......

"Oh dear, so you were here, I thought you weren't home......"

At the same time, Jones Nordman walked into the dining room, saw his wife, and immediately walked over, and said with a surprised face:

"Oh my God, it tastes so good! What did you do today? ”

Benita suddenly felt her body loosen, her stiff body almost fell to the ground, she was surprised to find that she had regained her mobility at some point, and quickly reached out to wipe away the saliva dripping in front of her clothes, and turned around and said:

"No, nothing, try ...... Yes, I just tried a new trick! ”

"That's really worth looking forward to!" Jones didn't notice anything unusual about his wife, turned around and went back to the door to start changing.

Benita carefully moved her body, which was a little sore, from standing stiff for more than an hour, and walked to the pot, if it weren't for the fact that there were still a lot of ingredients in the pot at this time, she would even wonder if what she saw before was just an illusion!

Putting the man's leftovers on a plate, Benita found that it happened to be dinner for two, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence.

But at this time, it was useless to think so much, she was a little nervous to bring the dishes to the table, but her heart was recalling the surreal things.

She wasn't going to tell her husband what had happened today, because it didn't mean anything other than to make her look like a psychopath, and no one would believe that she had come across a visitor from hell who could immobilize herself and disappear at will, or that someone had invaded a mansion in a wealthy area just to borrow ingredients to make a meal.

"What the hell is that person? And what kind of work is he talking about? And hell ......" Benita's mind was in turmoil, until her husband's scream interrupted her thoughts:

"Oh my God! This is definitely the best beef I've ever had in my life! How exactly did you do that, my dear? It's so much better than that damn hotel! Little Jimmy and Little Hannah will be back tomorrow night, and you can make another one and let them try it too! ”

Listening to her husband's exaggerated emotion, Benita inserted a slice of beef and put it into her mouth with a heavy heart.

In that moment, all the nonsense was swept away, and in its place, only one thought remained—

"Shouldn't I take a note now and jot down everything I remember? But...... Can I really reproduce the taste? ”

I've said a lot about strange things, but I'd better say it again.

First, the influence of legends on strange stories: Congenital strange stories are different from acquired strange stories, congenital legends are first and then strange stories, so strange stories will be greatly affected by legends, for example, everyone thinks that Thor is lustful, and Thor will be lustful after he appears. And the acquired weird talk, whether it is the ancient resentful spirit upgrade or the modern infinite city garbage man, they all have a "self" before they become weird, they will be much less affected by the legend, even if all the "believers" think you should be, you can also be, but the more you are in line with the legend, the more power you can get from the legend.

Second, play the strange talk: on the premise of having the corresponding label, actively imitate and play the long-standing strange talk or even myth, which can be relatively easy to condense the strange talk entries, but correspondingly, the power share of a strange story itself is limited, the more people play, the less share each person gets, and it may also activate the "prototype" of the strange talk, so if you play the existing strange talk, you have to face two problems - the competition between the same strange talkers, and the awakening of the original strange talk. The cryptic reader can simply benchmark the reciprocal plundering of the characteristics of the same path and the problem of the revival of greatness at the top of the sequence.

(End of chapter)