My Corpse is Bohemian

During the two-day live broadcast, Anbu gained 70 or 80 points of anger. As long as he builds his popularity, his anger will continue to increase, but this anger is just ordinary anger, and he can usually draw a lot from the cat owner. Not to mention that she has also invested in many popular projects. What she needs the most is the Destiny anger gained by saving her life, but she doesn't plan to take any more risks in a short time, lest the cat owner be scared out of the psychological shadow.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Jian Ningxuan was sitting in the living room holding a notebook, quietly waiting for An Bu to start the live broadcast.

With the accumulation of popularity in the first two times, the live broadcast has not yet started, and hundreds of people have gathered in the live broadcast room.

Anbu placed the ingredients on the marble dining table one by one, and the broadcast officially started after the hour.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the live broadcast room of Dark Cooking, I'm the anchor 'Xiaoguo'."

[The anchor has changed his name again, today is a terrifying and demonic wind. 】

[It's hot, the anchor has a big spider painted on his face, and it's a very poisonous black widow! 】

[I am used to seeing the anchor's curious makeup, and I found that my aesthetic has been sublimated and sublimated. 】

[I shivered a little, I always felt that today's dark dishes would be terrible. 】

【Ibid. 】

Anbu: "Don't worry, what I'm going to do today is pizza. The ingredients I choose are fresh vegetables and fruits, nothing terrible."

[Anchor, I'm still a child, don't lie to me. 】

Anbu took out the prepared mashed potatoes, poured in a large amount of matcha powder, pepper powder and chili powder, stirred well, a bowl of pale yellow mashed potatoes immediately turned into a weird yellow-green, and then brushed a layer on the pizza pan Butter, pour the stirred puree of yellow-green juice into the pot, smooth it out, and sprinkle with black sesame seeds and mozzarella.

[Wait, anchor, what did you just pour into the mashed potatoes? How does this color look like a poisoned Baba! 】

[Sure enough, you shouldn't have expectations for the "no scary things" that the anchor said, this is the first time I saw this kind of shit-colored pizza. 】

"I just poured matcha powder, pepper powder and chili powder," Anbu explained as he put the pizza pan into the oven.

Set the oven to 180 degrees up and down for 5 minutes.

[mashed potatoes with matcha powder, pepper and chili powder...what kind of weird combination is this? 】

[The human taste buds limit my imagination. 】

[I feel a little stomachache...]

Next, Anbu took out carrots, lotus roots, pineapples, cherry tomatoes, purple potatoes, lemons, cucumbers, black olives and other ingredients.

【what? It's actually fruits and vegetables. 】

[I don't believe the anchor is so innocent and unpretentious today. 】

【I don't believe it. 】

Anbu picked up a pineapple, removed half of the rough skin, and began to carve the tender flesh. Everyone in the live broadcast room could only see the unpeeled half of the pineapple, but could not see the specific operation of An Bu, and asked to adjust the camera angle so that they could enjoy the carving process.

An Bu ignored it and focused on carving. After a few minutes, she straightened up, raised her hand holding the carving knife, and held the carving knife flat in front of the camera, with a yellow butterfly standing on it. The body of the butterfly is carved from the hardest part of the pineapple, and the wings are the pineapple flesh in the middle, as thin as a paper fan, with distinct texture, light and agile, leaping above it.

A piece of "6666..." appeared on the screen immediately.

An Bu gently placed the pineapple butterfly on the plate, then took out a lemon, the tip of the knife danced, and soon he carved a dragonfly. The dragonfly's wings were printed on top of each other, and it was translucent and beautiful like a crystal. generally.

[Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast! 】

[It's too good, this knife craftsman is afraid to participate in the food competition. 】

A swipe of rewards smashed towards Anbu frantically.

Anbu placed the lemon dragonfly, turned around and took out the pizza plate from the oven. The baked potato and matcha puree showed an indescribable color of lesions and bursts of strong fragrance, but everyone in the live broadcast room showed the slightest hint. I can't feel it, I just feel like I smell a kind of **** smell.

[Anchor, hurry up and carve a few more flowers to wash my eyes. 】

[Anchor, don't you want to put these cute dragonflies and butterflies on such an ugly piece of pizza? 】

[No, anchor, let them go! Give them some flowers and don't stick them in cow dung! ! ! 】

【Seconded! 】

Anbu ignored them, took out a cucumber, danced his fingers, and carved a green mantis; then picked up a cherry tomato, and carved a red beetle; and then used a carrot to carve a red beetle. Orange scorpion.

【Wait, wait! Why are the insects carved by the anchor getting more and more wrong? ! 】

[Yeah, the previous dragonflies and butterflies were so beautiful, what the **** are these now? 】

Anbu kept moving, picked up a purple potato, carved a purple snail, picked up five black olives, and carved five black spiders. Then he took a lot of lotus root, cut out dozens of small white bugs, and sprinkled them evenly on the feces green pizza. Then put carrot scorpions, pineapple butterflies, cherry tomato beetles, purple potato snails, lemon dragonflies, cucumber mantises, black olive spiders on top, sprinkle with grated cheese, and finally put the pizza pan into the oven and bake at 200 degrees In 15 minutes, a plate of **** green pizza crawling with insects was freshly baked.

Orange scorpions, yellow butterflies, red beetles, purple snails, transparent dragonflies, green mantises, black spiders, and dozens of small white insects, swirling and wandering in feces green and creamy yellow packages, The sour image makes me want to cry.

An Bu: "This dish is called 'A Gathering of Heroes', and everyone is welcome to taste it."

[God is such a "collection of heroes"! 】

[You obviously have master-level carving skills, but you use it to make **** poetry-level dark dishes! What should I say to you, anchor! 】

[Although I know that the ingredients used by the anchor are vegetables and fruits, why do I not want to talk so much? ! 】

[This is the most miserable time for vegetables and fruits to be hacked. 】

[Very good, tonight's supper is saved again. 】

[It's okay, it's not for me to eat anyway, I'm not afraid. 】

【It's time for the anchor's boyfriend to appear. Warrior, are you still here? How are you? Can you hold on? 】

An Bu looked at Jian Ningxuan who was sitting in the living room.

Jian Ningxuan stood up calmly and took away the famous pizza on the table.

【what? Why is my boyfriend so self-conscious today? 】

[Life is like rape. Under the lewd power of the anchor, the boyfriend has obviously learned to enjoy it. 】

【It makes sense. 】

"Okay, today's live broadcast ends here, I'm going to take two days off, and we'll see you in two days." An Bu exited the live broadcast amid the wolf howls from the fans.

An Bu endured it, but asked, "Are you sure you want to eat it?"

Jian Ningxuan nodded calmly, full of confidence in An Bu's cooking skills, picked up a knife and fork, cut a large piece, and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

Then, An Bu watched helplessly as his facial muscles twisted beyond reason, his fingers trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his hair seemed to explode.

An Bu rushed over and poured him a glass of water.

Jian Ningxuan didn't pick it up. After swallowing the food in her mouth, she looked at An Bu absentmindedly, with infinite grievances on her face.

An Bu said with a smile: "Mr. Jian, I'll see if you dare to eat indiscriminately in the future. What I cook is dark food. The color, smell, and taste, at least one of them is not in line with the aesthetics of normal human beings."

Jian Ningxuan lowered her head, picked out all the insects with a fork, and put them into her mouth one by one.

An Bu: "..." Even if it is unpalatable, should you eat the edible part? Mr. Jian, I didn't expect you to be such a persistent foodie.

After eating all the vegetables and fruits on the pizza, Jian Ningxuan suddenly called out, "An..."

An Bu said in surprise: "Can you speak?"

Jian Ningxuan touched his throat and called out again, "Step." Then there was no more.

An Bu asked in a guiding manner: "Apart from my name, can you say other words?"

Jian Ningxuan opened her mouth: "Love."

"continue?"

"cat."

Anbu loves cats?

An Bu: "...Anything else?"

Jian Ningxuan shook her head.

"real?"

Jian Ningxuan nodded.

"Okay, it's okay, being able to say a few words is already an improvement." An Bu stood up, "I'll make something delicious and give you a stomach lavage."

Jian Ningxuan: "..." So it is impossible to lose weight.

In the evening, after taking a bath, Anbu lay on the bed and did yoga. After completing a set of movements, he turned over and jumped up, ready to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of juice to replenish his vitality.

When I passed the bathroom, I suddenly heard an intermittent sound coming from inside.

An Bu moved his ears curiously, only to hear a hoarse voice, chanting hard and low: "An...bubu, an...bu, good...delicious, Anbu, sleep, sleep, I... …”

Anbu: "..."

Is he secretly practicing speaking?

"Anbu is delicious", "Anbu sleeps with me"? Mr. Jane, did you expose any attributes? ? ?

Really, Mr. Jane is still as arrogant as ever. Since he chose to practice secretly, she shouldn't expose him, pretend she doesn't know, and wait for him to surprise herself one day.

An Bu lightly returned to the room, not drinking any juice.

Half an hour later, Jian Ningxuan walked in and lay down beside An Bu.

An Bu came over and kissed him: "Mr. Jane, good night." Then he closed his eyes and slept like a living person.

After a long time, a vague low tone sounded in the darkness: "Good night, step by step."

An Bu leaned in his arms, a smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.