Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 689 Children...

The aroma of edible spices such as onions, ginger, and garlic being stir-fried in a boiling oil pan wafts into the air, followed by the sound of frying food.

The tempting aroma and sound intertwined together really make people excited.

"Gurgle!!!"

The diners crowded around the kitchen door frame swallowed subconsciously.

"Uncle, you are such a hidden talent. When I was a kid, didn't you say you didn't like cooking? How come you are such a good cook? This is unscientific!"

The fat man felt itchy as hell. Looking at the several plates of cooked dishes in the kitchen, he wished he could pick them up and stuff them into his stomach.

Wu Xie squeezed next to Fatty and nodded repeatedly.

Only the young man was better. After he came out, he somewhat regained his previous temperament. He was indifferent, but also more humane than before.

At this time, the young man sat alone on the sofa, too lazy to pay attention to the two guys, and closed his eyes to rest.

Speaking of which, the young man first knew Hu Ming in the 1980s. After all these years, this was the first time he knew that Hu Ming could actually cook.

"Being able to cook doesn't mean you like cooking.. Who stipulated that?"

Hu Ming snorted without even turning his head.

He only learned cooking skills when he was single in his previous life and he was tired of ordering takeout. His cooking skills are not enough to kill people, but they have nothing to do with being delicious.

But now, Hu Ming's control over his body has reached an extreme. Not to mention his knife skills, even the flipping of the wok and the control of the heat can be done to exquisite perfection.

Add the right seasoning. In short, a man with good cooking skills is not necessarily really good at cooking. Maybe it is just a side effect of being good at chopping people?
Moreover, Hu Ming had robbed so many tombs, so the system gave him a lot of rewards for his cooking skills...

Yin Nanfeng hugged Hu Ming from behind and rested his head on Hu Ming's shoulder, watching Hu Ming's movements silently, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Don't come on, I don't know you yet? You want me to cook often? Dream on!"

"You have so many chefs at home, aren't their cooking skills amazing? Aren't they much better than a half-baked chef like me?"

Even though he didn't see the change in Yin Nanfeng's eyes, Hu Ming could more or less guess what she was thinking and rolled his eyes.

Housewife?
No, Hu Ming is a murderer who kills people without hesitation!
This character must not be ruined.

"Can that be the same?"

"They are just cooks. No matter how delicious the food they cook, we only eat their food for survival."

"But Uncle Ming, your cooking is different. It's fun! It's romantic!"

Yin Nanfeng remained unmoved and retorted with confidence, while at the same time grinning and ignoring the two people watching from behind, he slapped a lipstick mark on Hu Ming's face.

"grass!"

"Depend on!"

"Is there any justice in the world? We are just here to eat, what is this? Before the meal starts, you feed us with cold dog food?"

"That's right, what's going on? It seems like you guys are trying to trick the dog in here and kill it?"

Fatty Wu Xie's face suddenly turned dark, and he left the group chat swearing, expressing his dissatisfaction as a single dog.

“…Why bother?”

The young man's expression remained unchanged, and he maintained his facial expression, but a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He shook his head helplessly.

I have to say that the brother who has all his memories is much better than the brother who had no memories and always had a Sima face. So much better that Wu Xie and Fatty are still a little uncomfortable with it.

"Children, the food is ready, come and serve it, it's time to eat!"

After a while, with the help of Yin Nanfeng, Hu Ming finally finished cooking and called his friends outside.

Nowadays, there are many similar memes on the Internet, which roughly mean - I treat you as a friend, but you actually want to be my dad.

As a time traveler from 20 years ago, Hu Ming said that his friends are all his children.

".I am still young, still eighteen years old, I don't have so many sons."

"Also, Zhang Qiling is so old, he's a full 140 years old... I feel a bit stressed."

Yin Nanfeng had forgotten her own age, and muttered as she stroked her beautiful face that looked like a young girl in her twenties.

"."Wu Xie.

"."Fatty.

"Yes, I am over 140 years old, and you, Hu Ming, are less than 60 years old. I am more than twice your age."

The young man glanced at Hu Ming indifferently and refuted him with irrefutable facts.

Is there any son in this world older than his father?
"..."Wu Xie

“……”Fatty.

"Tian Zhen, I think we shouldn't come to this event today. This is a gathering of immortal monsters. It would be meaningless for mortals like us to come, right?"

The fat man's melancholy had already turned into big white waves, and he felt indescribable bitterness in his heart.

You can't play it like this.

Although he also has a legacy, his father Wang Kaixuan once told him that even if he practices hard, it will be difficult to cross the 150-year-old barrier...

Not to mention Yin Nanfeng, they also knew about the meteorite jade.

Well, these two people, Brother Xiao and Hu Ming, are really outrageous.

In the past, they just thought that Brother Hu Ming was just like Zhang Rishan, with a lifespan twice as long as that of an ordinary person, around two or three hundred years, and that he never aged, that was all.

But after returning from this trip, they discovered that these two guys were the real hidden talents, and they were the real immortals!
The last immortal, the man who used the pseudonym of the First Emperor, lived for tens of thousands of years. He was a living example of the evolution of human beings in human form.

They dare not imagine whether these two people can live until the destruction of the earth?
"Have a meal!"

Wu Xie snorted, not bothering to care about table manners, and started eating while Hu Ming went to wash his hands.

You know what, the taste is really good, no worse than that of chefs from five-star hotels or three-star Michelin chefs.

But Wu Xie thought it was particularly delicious.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The happy atmosphere did not last long before Wu Xie suddenly covered his mouth and coughed twice in pain.

After frowning, Wu Xie regained his composure, as if nothing had happened.

Hu Ming's ears trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Xie's chest without any disturbance.

……