The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 223: Become a Buddha
There is only a patch of rosy clouds in the east, and the light in the morning is still very dim.

The kitchen of Dayang Palace is very close to where Wen Ku lived.

When she passed by, the entire kitchen was filled with thick black smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

Before Wen Ku could take a step, a black shadow came out of the kitchen.

There was black smoke from foot to head.

When he saw Wen Ku, the other party was obviously stunned for a moment. He just opened his mouth, and all he spewed out was black smoke.

The man was choked by the black smoke and coughed again and again, then stepped back a few steps, shook his head and said, "I have been cooking for hundreds of years, and I have never met such a terrible person."

After finishing speaking, I saw him staring at Wen Ku again, and said earnestly, "Little brother, listen to the old man's advice, don't eat anything made by His Highness, it's poisonous!"

After the words fell, the black shadow fled away like flying, and there was still a cloud of black smoke behind him, following him for a long time.

Wenku, "..."

She didn't look at the black shadow much, and walked into the kitchen that was blown into coal balls.

The inside was filled with black mist, the smell of burning was very strong, and the visibility was extremely low.

Finally, in the dark fog, I saw a place of fire, and when Wen Ku walked over, I saw the man in purple clothes.

I don't know how he managed to remain spotless and beautiful like a god in such an environment.

Fu Yuan didn't seem to notice that Wen Ku was coming, his eyes were still on the pot in front of him, the surrounding was pitch black, only the stove and pot were clean and tidy.

Probably the enchantment on his body protected even these things.

He was sitting in front of the stove, lighting the fire and watching the pot, with a tense expression, his handsome face covered with a layer of ice, as serious as a battle.

Wen Ku stood quietly by the side, watched for a long time, and finally saw the ice on Fu Yuan's face melt a little.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, finally smiling.

After extinguishing the firewood, he got up, hurriedly scooped up the contents of the pot, carefully sprinkled onions and coriander, and poured chili oil on it.

His Highness was holding the bowl, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Wen Ku.

He shook his hand and almost spilled the contents of the bowl.

Wen Ku glanced away, and all he could see was that the bowl was dark, and the green onions and coriander that had just been sprinkled in turned black as if they had been poisoned.

If you carefully identify it, you can still see that it is not porridge.

Wen Ku, "Hot and sour powder?"

Fu Yuan, "..."

After a long time, he finally pulled out a few words from his throat, "Noodles! Beef noodles!"

There is a lot of beef in the noodles. Kuku likes to eat meat. The beef he slaughtered himself, but I don’t know if the beef from the temple is suitable for her taste.

After finishing speaking, he took the bowl of black food and walked up to Wen Ku again, "Go back to the house to eat."

The kitchen has been blown out of style. If you want to eat here, it will probably affect your appetite.

After finishing speaking, he saw him holding Wen Ku with one hand and the bowl of noodles with the other, leading her back to the house.

Fearing that his face would get cold on the way, Fu Yuan kept warming it with his own divine power.

He said, "This is the best looking bowl I've ever made."

The black soup, with black mist, pieces of beef as big as dice, each piece seemed to declare that the cow was poisoned to death, and the death was still miserable.

Fu Yuan put his face on the table, while he obediently sat aside.

He stared straight at Wen Ku, "I don't think it should be unpalatable."

He has been trying it all night.

About taste has been lost.

Wen Ku looked at the noodles, and then at him, "The reason why you toss like this is to make me a bowl of noodles?"

Fu Yuan smiled, and wiped his forehead with his fingers, leaving a dark mark between his brows, "Don't toss."

Wen Ku looked at that beautiful face with such a black mark, and couldn't help but want to wipe it off for him.

Fu Yuan's smile was gentle, and he said, "You have been in the temple for so long, and you haven't eaten a single meal of mortal food. Today, you are going to the Qilong meeting, and the dangers you have encountered are unprecedented. I will cook it myself. Bowl of noodles, send you on your way."

Wen Ku, "Don't worry, I won't die."

This kind of operation on the road is unnecessary.

The pitch-black bowl of noodles seemed to have the intention of sending people to the west.

Of course she knew Fu Yuan didn't mean that.

Seeing that she didn't move the chopsticks for a long time, Fu Yuan couldn't bear to force her, and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't like to eat."

His Majesty does not seem to have much talent in cooking.

But it doesn't matter, hard work can make up for weakness, he slaughtered dozens of cows, and he can always make a bowl of beef noodles with good color, flavor and taste.

When he said this, His Highness lowered his head slightly, and that look seemed so pitiful in Wen Ku's eyes.

His Highness was thinking which cow would be better to slaughter next time, not too old, not too young, not too fat, not too thin.

At this moment, he heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks, and saw that Wen Ku had already eaten a mouthful of dark noodles.

Even Wen Ku, who was extremely good at managing expressions, trembled slightly at that moment.

His Royal Highness Jingui has probably never cooked in his entire life.

All seasonings are indistinguishable.

Look at this bowl of noodles, it is sweet and sour, bitter and salty, bitter and spicy.

If you eat one mouthful, you can sit down on the spot, if you eat two mouthfuls, you can ascend to heaven on the spot, and if you eat three mouthfuls, it is estimated that even a crooked demon like her can become a Buddha immediately.

Wen Ku didn't know where he got the halo of the Holy Mother, and in front of Fu Yuan, he ate two mouthfuls abruptly.

Probably because she was afraid that she would really become a Buddha right away, she didn't take the third bite.

When His Highness saw this, his eyes were filled with emotion, "It turns out that Kuku likes to eat my noodles so much, Kuku, from now on, I will eat for you every day."

Wen Ku, "..." Eat your uncle!
She maintained her aloof personality, resisted the urge to roll her eyes, drank a large bowl of water gracefully, and said solemnly, "Fu Yuan, let those noodles and cows go, they will thank your eighteen generations of ancestors."

Fu Yuan, "I don't need those thanks, I just want to eat my fill."

Mild and dry, "..." will never wake up a person who thinks he is a good cook.

Turning her head away, she could still see that the bowl of noodles was steaming black, as if all kinds of flavors were mixing together in her stomach, and there was a shocking collision.

At that moment, there were tears in the warm and dry eyes.

Fu Yuan, "Is it so delicious that you cry?"

Wen Ku, "I miss my sister."

Fu Yuan, "That's fine, sister Wen's cooking skills are not bad, let her teach me, and my cooking skills will definitely improve day by day."

It's just that the so-called master chef Xiao Lu found was too unreliable.

Otherwise, the beef noodles he had fought all night would definitely taste better.

Wen Ku, "Let go of my sister, she's just a mortal."

Fu Yuan, "I won't let her teach me cooking skills for nothing, the reward will not be less."

Wen Ku, "She doesn't need it."

(End of this chapter)