Return to the apocalypse: She became the light of mankind

Chapter 8: Salty and salty all depends on luck
After taking a shower last night, she clearly threw the dirty clothes into the dirty clothes basket.Today is another busy day, where do you find the time to do laundry?

It's Jiang Su. Has he ever entered his room?

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, Wan Yao didn't like this feeling.

She closed the door before leaving.

In her opinion, if the door to your house is open, you can walk in; but if the door is closed, you must knock first and she agrees before you can enter.

This is the minimum courtesy. He has no sense of boundaries.

Walking downstairs, Jiang Su was wearing an apron and cooking.

Both stoves were working. On one side, the soup was simmering. Jiang Su would occasionally lift the lid of the pot to take a look. On the other side, the sweet and sour short ribs were collecting juice. While waiting, Jiang Su turned around and rinsed the used pot and set it aside to drain. on the shelf.

The movements are smooth and no minute is wasted.

Think about her cooking again: whether it is good or bad depends on luck, and whether it is salty or not depends on luck.

Smelling the fragrance, it seems that the anger has subsided a little.

Focusing on the food in front of him, Jiang Su didn't notice that behind him, Wan Yao had already sat at the dining table.

Finally, he fried a vegetarian dish, put it on the plate with two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one soup. When he turned around, Wan Yao was watching him with his chin in his hands.

"I'm going to ask Jiang Hui to eat." Jiang Su said to Wan Yao while taking off his apron.

He didn't stop him, and it wasn't too late to talk about some things after dinner.

She didn't want to admit that she was impressed by the food in front of her. The presentation was as good as the chef's.

Jiang Su and Jiang Hui sat down across from each other. Jiang Hui didn't look good, but he looked very excited.

Jiang Hui has always been well protected by Jiang Su. The simple-minded boy is very curious about the sudden extra energy in his body.

After waking up in the afternoon, Jiang Hui has been experimenting on himself.

The lip bitten during the advancement healed itself when the superpower was activated; the purple mark left when rolling also quickly disappeared.

Except for the bruise when his arm hit the corner of the bedside table, the wound was relatively large. Although the bleeding had stopped, the use of supernatural powers only accelerated the scab formation and did not allow it to heal completely.

After doing this, the meager energy in the body was exhausted.

Therefore, Jiang Hui's steps were empty when he went downstairs.

It's good to see through things without telling them, and he can explore his own powers on his own.

I don't want to guide him to distinguish the auxiliary system and the combat system so clearly. He is still young and should have unlimited possibilities.

He picked up his chopsticks and picked up a spicy shrimp. Although it was chilled shrimp, Jiang Su had carefully processed and marinated it, so it still tasted fresh and spicy.The taste is oily but not greasy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Another piece of sweet and sour short ribs, the thick soup is sweet and sour, leaving a lingering flavor in your mouth.

You also have to eat vegetarian dishes. The humble-looking cabbage is actually made with chicken soup base. It is beautiful in color, fresh and fragrant.

With only three dishes, two bowls of rice were eaten up in no time.

Finally, he scooped out a bowl of chicken soup, with slices of ginger and green onion floating in the air. Fortunately, the ginger slices were cut into large pieces. Wan Yao shook the spoon and avoided it easily.

The meat is tender and the soup is delicious.

Her cooking skills are survival, and Jiang Su's cooking skills are life.

In the seven years since the end of the world, Wan Yao has never been particular about food.You can always eat it without burning it in the pot or frying it at home.

Jiang Su actually knew his food preferences so well, but he clearly didn't know how to cook when he met him in his previous life.

He eats whatever he brings back. When did he light up this skill?

Not only Wan Yao was curious, but Jiang Hui was also curious.

He knows very well what level his brother is at cooking. Ever since his brother debuted, his family has always invited his aunt to cook.

There are so many strange places.This is the first time they have experienced the apocalypse, but my brother seems to know everything and understand everything.

What puzzles Jiang Hui the most is that his brother was so gentle before going out yesterday morning, but he suddenly became cold to him after he came back.

Jiang Hui could even feel the hatred in Jiang Su's eyes for a moment.

As if looking at him, but also looking at other people.

The habits of speaking and movement are the same as those of his elder brother, but they are different.It must have something to do with the woman opposite.

When he regained his composure, Wanyao's bowl was already empty.

When he was hesitating whether to have another bowl, Jiang Su had already picked up her bowl and helped her scoop up the soup. He deliberately threw away the ginger slices and put the bowl back in front of Wan Yao.

Love will not disappear, but it will transfer. The expression on Jiang Hui's face cracked.

Although I don’t know how to cook, I am good at washing dishes.

Wan Yao stood up and prepared to take the bowl to the sink, "Put it there, Jiang Hui will wash it."

ah!The groundhog in Jiang Hui's heart could no longer be restrained.

What did you do wrong?Just after eating, I was forced to eat another piece of dog food, the kind that was force-fed into my mouth.Isn't his life his life?

Seeing Jiang Hui's expression of dissatisfaction, Jiang Su showed a "kind" smile: "What, do you have any objections?"

"No no."

He waved his hands repeatedly, how dare he.

"Then Jiang Hui and I will take turns washing the dishes from now on." Wan Yao still felt that he couldn't bully the children.

"You have done enough, he should also give something to this family."

The two went upstairs while talking, leaving Jiang Hui alone in the messy living room.

Jiang Su's room was the second to last one in the corridor, and Wan Yao lived in the one at the end of the corridor.

"Come to my room."

Wan Yao's tone was a little harsh, Jiang Su's smile also faded, and he followed Wan Yao into the room anxiously.

Wan Yao got straight to the point: "I was not at home today, and you entered my room?"

Nodding, Jiang Su didn't understand what Wan Yao meant, but he could feel that she was unhappy.

"Don't enter my room or touch my clothes without my permission in the future."

Jiang Su's left hand dropped to his side and he clenched his fist tightly. His breathing became rapid as he spoke: "You are very busy. I want to clean up the house so that you can feel more comfortable when you go home. I also want to do it myself." I’ll wash yours when I’m doing laundry..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted: "I don't need you to do this."

Yes, she doesn't need to.

In his previous life, when Jiang Sui was working in various teams to make a living, these were all things he was asked to do.

A team can have as few as three people or as many as ten people. He washes their clothes and cleans their rooms.

Ordinary teams do not have the job of cooking. Everyone eats dry food. Only the top teams can eat hot dishes.

During the short half year she followed Wan Yao, she never asked Jiang Su to do anything for her.

Therefore, he feels unwanted.

That's why he wanted to do this.

After Wan Yao left in his previous life, he used the crystal nuclei given by Wan Yao to replace several cookbooks and ingredients. He was only willing to use a little bit at a time to study various dishes.

I want to wait for her to come back and cook it for her.

Cooking and washing clothes were the few things he could do besides fighting.

"Sorry, I won't be in the future."

"Well, if there's no problem, you can go back first."

Communicating with Jiang Su is effortless and efficient. It seems that no matter what she says, he will only agree.

After walking out of the bedroom, Jiang Su finally let go of his clenched left hand, and a few drops of bright red blood fell on the tiles along the lines of his palm.

He squatted weakly on the ground.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened again, and Jiang Su hid his left hand behind his back in panic.

(End of this chapter)