Connie was wearing a warm coat as she followed behind Meg with a confused expression. [Home of Beating _ New ^ Thinking ^ Lu ^ Chinese ^ Web _ New _ Website _
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She didn't know why she was following a man whom she had just met. She didn't even know his name or what kind of man he was.
Perhaps it was because she had nowhere else to go, and his clothes were so warm. Even though she didn't know anything, she felt like trusting him.
Of course, the biggest possibility was that … he had thrown away half of the pancake that she had snatched from the big dog's mouth with much difficulty, and said that he would take her to eat something delicious.
She was really too hungry …
Good-looking men were all big liars indeed. He had managed to trick her so easily.
The long coat almost reached her ankles, completely enveloping her. It even had his body temperature and fragrance. This was the most comfortable moment she had been in over ten days.
After exiting the alley, Meg flagged down a horse-drawn carriage, and brought Connie into the carriage. They went straight back to the restaurant.
"Is this … your palace?" Connie exclaimed in shock as she alighted from the carriage, and looked at the splendid restaurant.
This man had an inexplicable domineering aura when he spoke. Perhaps he was the chief of a human tribe.
"This is my restaurant. Come in." Meg opened the door, and said to Connie.
"The restaurant!" Connie's eyes lit up, and she quickly walked into the restaurant.
Warmth enveloped her as soon as she entered. The restaurant was like a different world from the outside. It was as if she was being roasted.
"It's so warm." A smile appeared on Connie's face. She looked at the beautiful decorations in the restaurant in amazement. Even though it wasn't gold like her home, it made her feel very comfortable.
"Have a seat. I'll get you some water." Meg said casually. He looked at the information given to him by the omniscient door in his mind. This cat-eared girl was an orc. She was a little different from the orcs with dark green skin that Meg remembered.
However, the orc race was made up of hundreds of tribes of different sizes. They were called orcs because they had some magical beast characteristics. It wasn't strange that they had different characteristics.
Meg walked towards the kitchen and soon came out with a cup of warm water, looking at the cat-eared girl standing in front of the Twilight Forest mural.
She had already taken off her coat and placed it on a chair at the side. She stared at the mural in a daze. Her eyes were red and she pursed her lips as if she didn't want her tears to flow out.
Meg stared at her for a while, then gently put the cup on the table beside her and turned to go into the kitchen.
Not long after, a fragrant aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
"It smells so good!" Connie, who was standing in front of the mural with red eyes, sniffed, and her eyes lit up. She couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction of the kitchen, where the alluring aroma was coming from.
"What is he doing?" Connie's stomach was growling. She hadn't eaten anything for three days. When she was hungry, she would eat a handful of snow. After smelling the aroma, she couldn't control her body and walked towards the kitchen door.
Mag, who was wearing an apron, had his back facing the door. He was shaking the iron pot in his hand, and colorful ingredients were tumbling around in the pot. They leaped high into the air like a long rainbow, and that was where the alluring aroma was coming from.
There was another iron pot on the other side of the stove, but it was covered with a lid. She couldn't tell what was cooking inside.
"So he's a chef?" Connie looked at Meg strangely. She didn't expect that when he said he was going to take her to dinner, he was going to cook for her.
Meg turned off the fire and put the Yangzhou fried rice on a plate. He took a spoon and turned around with the tray. Looking at Connie who was standing at the door, he said, "Have a plate of Yangzhou fried rice first. The rest isn't ready yet."
"Okay," Connie answered, but her eyes were completely attracted by the Yangzhou fried rice.
Mag carried the tray to the table where the cup was placed earlier. He put down the fried rice, and reached out two fingers to grab Connie's wrist when she was about to reach for the spoon. He shook his head, and said, "Wash your hands first before you eat."
Connie looked at her dirty hands and said in surprise, "Why are my hands so dirty?"
"These are your hands." Meg was speechless. He pulled her into the kitchen and turned on the faucet.
"What's this? Why is there a transparent liquid flowing out when you touch it? "Connie looked at the faucet in surprise.
"This is the faucet. It's water flowing out." Meg raised his eyebrows. What a terrible line.
"The faucet!" Connie jumped two steps back as she stared at Mag in shock. Her voice trembled as she said, "You actually twisted the giant dragon's head off, and put it in the kitchen! Then what's flowing out of its mouth is saliva! "
Meg stared at Connie for a while and suddenly had the urge to throw this retarded girl out.
"Wash your hands and eat," Meg said as calmly as possible.
Connie looked at the fried rice on the table outside. Her stomach was protesting. She looked at the silver faucet again. Although she didn't know how Meg made the head of a giant dragon so thin and long, her fear was overcome by her hunger. She went up reluctantly and touched the cool water.
"It's warm!" Connie pulled her hand back and looked even more shocked. "This … this giant dragon isn't cold yet?"
"Yes. Warm water is just right for winter. So every time I want to use water, I kill it right away." A cruel smile appeared on Meg's face.
Connie's eyes widened and she immediately shut her mouth. This guy is too scary. He has to kill a giant dragon every day just to get warm water.
"I'm sorry, Master Giant Dragon. I didn't do it on purpose. I was forced to do it," Connie said in her mind and reluctantly washed her hands with warm water.
Meg turned on the faucet. Connie could go out now.
Connie quickly walked out of the kitchen. She looked at the door, but her eyes were soon attracted by the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice on the table.
"Grumble ~"
Hearing the growling of her stomach, Connie sat at the table helplessly. She sneaked a glance at the kitchen and said to herself, "I'll sneak away after I finish this. This is definitely not a human, but a scary demon. I have to stay away from him, or I'll be eaten up."
Then she picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice. The egg aroma hit her in the face.
The rice was wrapped in a golden egg. The grains were clear, and all the ingredients were cut to the size of rice grains.
Back in the tribe, she ate big pieces of meat every day, roasted or boiled. She had never seen food cooked so beautifully.
"Father said we should eat meat in big bites. Will it really taste good if it's cut so small?" Connie put the fried rice into her mouth with a doubtful attitude.
The egg melted in her mouth. The winter bamboo shoots and green beans were crispy and delicious. The rice wrapped in the egg was sweet after being chewed.
The soft ham was mixed into the rice, and there seemed to be the taste of shrimp!
All kinds of flavors were contained in this one bite. Her mouth, which had been tasteless for the past few days, was suddenly awakened.
Her taste buds were reveling in this wonderful taste.
After swallowing, the fried rice turned into a warm current that flowed into her stomach. Connie felt warm all over. Her hungry stomach was gently comforted, and then she had an even stronger desire to eat.
"Wow! This is so delicious!!! "
Connie couldn't help but praise. She picked up the spoon and scooped another spoonful of rice into her mouth, chewing happily.
Whispering in the Underworld
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