His Majesty the Demon King is an internet celebrity

Chapter 213
Dongfang Lan's sense of smell is amazing, she moved her nose lightly, and immediately said: "The rice smell of boiled porridge, fried tofu, and sauced beef."

After speaking, he asked suspiciously, "Who cooks in the valley?"

As far as he knows, there is no little demon in the demon world who knows how to cook, eats soil, leaves or all kinds of fancy bugs, except for him, the old demon king.

Not long after he came to power, he felt that the demon world was too boring, so he traveled a lot in the sky and into the earth, and finally felt that the mortal world is better, because the mortal world is a big place, there are many mortals, there are many strange and interesting things, and there are all kinds of delicacies food.

So, he stayed in the mortal world, played, played and ate all kinds of things, until finally he ate all over the whole mortal world, and also tasted all kinds of delicacies, such as ups and downs, bitterness, spicy and salty.

If you eat too much of this delicacy, you will naturally get tired of it one day.After decades of turning and eating, he began to get tired of it, and felt that the food was not good.

Soon, he went back to the Demon Realm for vacation.Unexpectedly, oral desire is very troublesome, whether it is the fine wine of the demon world like Qiong Yao, or all kinds of the sweetest dew, he feels too dull.

Then he left the demon world again, returned to the mortal world and began to eat delicious food, all kinds of cuisines, all kinds of delicacies, all indiscriminately.

Although he loves to eat and play, he has always insisted that a gentleman stays far away from the kitchen and never uses his hands.

Until he met the beloved woman in his arms, he lost all principles, not to mention fighting, as long as she likes, as long as she is happy, he can do whatever he wants!
She was studying at the art college, carrying a drawing board and a paintbrush every day, sketching and scribbling everywhere.

He felt sorry for her eating three meals indiscriminately, and even skipping one or two meals when the inspiration came, hiding in the studio and not coming out, and when the painting was finished, he also suffered from hunger and stomach problems.

Since then, he has started to make ginger soup for her hands, boil soup and noodles to make batter and rice paste, as long as the recipe says something that is easy to digest, he will do it all.

Thanks to the fact that he ate enough before, after a while of frantic tossing and trying, he began to know how to cook simple dishes, and gradually became a culinary expert.

Now as long as his wife wants to eat, he will do whatever he wants, and he will be on call at any time.

Luo Fang thought for a while, and said, "It should be that Han Bo. Apart from cooking some noodles and cutting an apple, your little lover basically has nothing to do with the kitchen."

Dongfang Lan raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Unexpectedly, the kid surnamed Han knows how to cook!The Han family used to be down and out for a while, but in the past few decades, their wealth has been unbelievable, and each of the younger generations has been raised with gold and jade.

That kid is the eldest grandson of the Changfang, so he should be loved by the old man Han Wuzai...

Luo Fang was feeling sick, and occasionally she couldn't help vomiting when she smelled it, but occasionally she was very strange and wanted to eat something when she smelled it.

"Husband, I suddenly want to eat sauced beef! I——I also want to drink white porridge, the kind that is very sticky and thick!"

Dongfang Lan said "Ah?" and nodded hastily.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it right away! Go cook right away!"

Luo Fang smiled happily, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Have you bought any vegetables?"

Forehead? !

Dongfang Lan was slightly stunned, and turned to hehe and apologized with a smile: "Not yet, how about I change it for you..."

"Forget it." Luo Fang shook her head and said, "It's not enough to change the taste directly, and it will take an hour or two to cook it with changed ingredients. Now I suddenly want to eat—how about we go down and eat and drink. "

Dongfang Lan frowned when she heard that, but because her wife was anxious to eat, she had to pull out a big smile: "...Okay!"

(End of this chapter)