Reading God System

When Su Mu put the first bite of soup into his mouth, a coal-like taste swept through, as if it was a dead duck that was burned into ashes without plucking its hair and put it into the pot. As Su Muqiang endured the terrifying taste and swallowed the soup, he suddenly felt an invisible energy rushing in his abdomen. After a while, he felt a pain like a knife twist. It came out from his belly, Su Mu closed his eyes and frowned, and some green veins on the back of the hand holding the spoon in his right hand were already prominent.

Hongxiu looked at Su Mu with his eyes closed, as if a little nervous, and couldn't help feeling a little strange. He thought that Su Mu was enjoying the delicious soup, so he asked curiously: "My son? How about this soup? Hongxiu's craftsmanship. Not bad right?"

"Okay! That's great! Who taught you how to cook the soup?" Su Mu opened his eyes and smiled, holding back the pain in his abdomen.

Hong Xiu smiled when he heard the words, and said happily, "Mr. Feng taught me to cook, but the color of the soup is a little different from what Mr. Feng said. Maybe I missed some seasoning?"

"How did Mr. Feng teach you to cook soup? Isn't he practicing in retreat?" Su Mu felt a little helpless for Feng Hua who taught Hongshou to cook soup. If someone else told him, Su Mu would have killed him in private! Is this soup special? Is this murder or something! ?

Hong Xiu smiled embarrassedly when he heard the words, his face turned red, and said: "Mr. Feng told me that if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first, so Mr. Feng taught me to cook. These soups, but according to Mr. Feng, the soup should be white, but I don’t know if the steps are wrong. The soup is black after it is cooked, but it tastes good when you look at it, right? Hong Xiu will cook it for the son next time."

However, Su Mu did not discourage Hong Xiu’s self-confidence. Instead, she encouraged her. After all, this is the girl’s first time to cook. It is normal for some misses. Su Mu covered all the remaining soup and put it aside. The voice said, “It’s okay. It’s normal to cook for the first time. It’s normal to miss your hands. Just learn more in the future. The soup tastes very good, but it’s a bit greasy. It’s too oily, otherwise the soup will not taste so perfect."

"The son, how about I boil another pot for you tomorrow?" Hong Xiu said with a smile, looking very happy.

Su Mu was startled when he heard the words, and immediately felt a colic in his abdomen, but he still solemnly said: "I don't need to make soup for me in a short time. The Feng clan army is coming, I guess. Go there in person. If you have any soup, wait until I get back."

"The son, you must drink these soups quickly. Mr. Feng said that if the soup is cold, the taste will not be so good." Hong Xiu said with a smile, turned and left the Ziwei Pavilion, ready to go to the kitchen to study and study How to make this soup is perfect.

"Come on! Come on!"

Shortly after Hong Xiu walked out of the Ziwei Pavilion, Su Mu yelled in discomfort, covering his mouth. After a while, two guards appeared in the Ziwei Pavilion. Seeing Su Mu's appearance, he was suddenly anxious, and hurried to Su Mu to support him. Su Muqiang endured the pain in his abdomen and said one after another: "Bring me that water! Go get me water!"

"No!" One of the guards immediately rushed out of the Ziwei Pavilion when he heard the words. He drew water anxiously and returned to the Ziwei Pavilion. Su Mu saw the guards enter the Ziwei Pavilion with water and put his head all the way. When he got out of the water, he sucked a big mouthful of water into his abdomen crazily. At this moment, he couldn’t control what etiquette was. Su Mu was looking up to the sky to turn the fairy yuan and let the water in his abdomen remove the black soup in the abdomen. The juice was all stirred to one side, and then spit out directly from the bucket on the side.

After a cup of tea, Su Mu rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth, feeling deeply afraid, and a little speechless said: "I, Su Mu, is also a dignified 7th-Rank Golden Wonderland existence, and now I almost died in one place. Above the bowl of soup, terrible! Terrible!"

In Ziwei the Great’s small kitchen, Red Sleeve is very happily busy in the kitchen. Although she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she holds a kitchen knife in her left hand and a white unknown object in her right. It seems that there is a cook. The kind of taste, but the dishes made...

At this moment, Feng Hua strode into the small kitchen and looked at Hongxiu with a smile and said, "Hongxiu girl, how about it? Has the soup been cooked? Is it delivered to the Lord?"

"Thank you, Mr. Feng, for teaching me to cook the soup. The soup has been delivered to the son, and the son drank it, and praised me."

Hong Xiu smiled and replied, and then continued: "In the future, I will cook something for the son to eat, and sooner or later he will be conquered by my cooking skills!"

Feng Hua smiled when he heard the words, and said, "Well, that's okay, how does the son react after drinking it? For example, what's in front of you?"

"No, the son just closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste of the soup, and then praised me wildly." Hong Xiu smiled and said.

"Yes, yes, continue to work harder, as long as you can conquer the Lord's stomach, then you will not be far from grasping the Lord's heart." Feng Hua said with a smile ~www.wuxiahere.com~ The words fell, Feng Hua turned around I was going to talk to Su Mu, but Hong Xiu stopped him when he took it. I saw Hong Xiu curiously asking, "Mr. Feng, I don’t understand one thing, that is, you told me that the soup should be white. It’s right, but why is it black when I cook it? Is there something missing in it?"

Feng Hua was stunned when he heard the words, and asked a little strangely: "Black? Shouldn't it? Have you put all the things I told you?"

Hong Xiu nodded when he heard the words, and replied with certainty: "Well, I'm sure I have put all of them, there are a lot of them."

"That's weird." Feng Hua was a little puzzled, but didn't think too much about it. Maybe Hong Siu had accidentally put something wrong, right? He didn’t care, and said, “It’s okay. Black is black. Isn’t the Lord complimenting you anyway? This shows that the taste of the soup is still good. You can pay attention to it next time. Look at the Lord."

"Okay, Mr. Feng, go slowly." Hong Xiu nodded, then turned around and got busy in the small kitchen again. Why didn't she find cooking so fun before? Hong Xiu made a secret decision in his heart. Cooking will be his first hobby in the future! It just happens that the son likes to eat too, doesn't he?