I, Kiriko, the Cheater

And the most unbearable thing is that when Tongzi used a search engine to search for Hedgehog on the Internet, she found that neither Happy Shuke nor Hedgehog could be found.

What a surprise!

There is no such good novel website!

Tongzi suddenly understood why there are ghouls in this world.

Just when she was feeling bored, she suddenly remembered the gentleman she saw a long time ago for about a minute, but the specific content has been forgotten, and she can only roughly remember that there is an issue in it, (the letter between P and R) Mr. into the blender and successfully turned junk food into dark dishes.

So she was more curious, if she used her cooking skills, what would she make?

The proficiency of my cooking skills is now at the level of "big big... great master", and the number of "big" in it is more than Ah Wei's death.

So if you do it yourself, can you turn decay into magic, or is it hard for a clever woman to cook without rice?

Tongzi is a person who can't sit still. If there is an idea in his mind, he must implement it.

So she called takeaway and ordered a french fries, a hamburger and a bottle of Coke.

About half an hour later, what she wanted came to the door.

She didn't just put the stuff on the table and cook it, it wouldn't be a challenge.

Instead, like (the letter between P and R) Jun, first put these also in...

Only then did she remember that there was no blender in the church, but it didn't matter. She went out and bought a blender, and then put the above-mentioned junk food and fat house happy water into it.

Blender, start!

Tongzi could clearly see the hamburgers and fries soaked in Coke in the blender being swirled and pulled.

After the mixer stopped, there was a white goo inside.

Tongzi put these white sticky things in a bowl, and then used cooking skills on it.

Something amazing happened...

After Tongzi was used for cooking, the white goo was still white goo, nothing had changed - at least in appearance.

Tongzi looked at the white sticky substance in the bowl, but finally didn't have the courage to take a sip.

Not even sipping.

After all, this appearance is really too persuasive.

Just like the early stage of Dunyong's original work, he persuaded him to quit.

But if you want to just throw it away like this, Tongzi feels a little pity.

After all, this is a dish made with "big big... big master" cooking skills. What if it's just a difference in price, but it's actually very delicious?

For chefs, the dishes they make are like their own children, how can they just abandon their children casually?

Hmm, I have to find someone to taste my child.

Just at this moment, the door of the church was pushed open, and a man with a big belly and few hairs on his head came in. He bowed his body and greeted Tongzi cautiously.

"Ms. Nun, hello, I... I'm here to confess."

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This Holy Church is not the one in the Moon World, it is just used for fun, so it will not involve the Moon World.

Chapter 131 Do You Understand Again?

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The man's name is Kinhiro Gangshima.

He used to be a scholar, and he also used to earn money by coding on a website.

During that period of time, it was painful and happy. Although the code words were bitter, tiring, and lonely, and sometimes I would be caught by the irritable brother when I wrote poisonous points. Sometimes I really didn’t have any inspiration, and I couldn’t think of anything interesting. the plot...

Sitting in front of the computer for hours at a time, but my mind is still blank, I don't know what to do...

After only being a writer for a year, the hairline is already on par with Saitama.

But no matter what, this job can bring him income, so that he doesn't have to send resumes all over the world like others, and he can live without bowing to others...

that's enough.

What he never expected was that then he became popular.

And it was so red that it couldn't be controlled.

It is said that men will turn bad when they are rich, and he is similar.

After becoming popular, this person will float away.

No longer racking my brain every day, thinking about how to conceive the plot, and no longer chasing after reading novels for inspiration, but spending all my time playing mahjong.

Facts have proved that this is the root of all errors.

When the enthusiasm for playing mahjong faded and I was able to look at myself objectively again, how stupid I was, I had already paid a frighteningly high tuition fee.