National Goddess: The First Spirit Chef in History

Chapter 606

She doesn't know the origin of the other party, and you don't know why the other party appeared in Xie's house, but as long as the other party has no malicious intentions, it's fine.

So I didn't ask or talk, just pointed to the food box and said to Xiaolong: "This is only a semi-finished product. If you want to eat, you can go back to Wumingju with me and wait for a while?"

The little dragon seemed domineering, but he was reasonable. Seeing Wen Qiao's gentle attitude, he also let go of the food box, but crawled vaguely on the lid of the food box, hung his head, and lay still on the lid.

Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows, and tried to lift the food box, and sure enough, the food box, which weighed as much as a thousand gold, was lifted easily.

And the other little guys were still spinning around in place, looking at her with puzzled eyes. Obviously, except for themselves, no one else could see the little golden dragon.

This has nothing to do with Taoism, it seems to be Xiao Jinlong's own exclusive skill.

Wen Qiao greeted the tree spirits and the others. It could be said that these little guys had a tacit understanding with her. Seeing her different demeanor, they realized that something might have happened that they couldn't solve, so they followed Wen Qiao quietly one by one. Qiao walked back behind him, trying not to trouble the little master if he couldn't help.

It wasn't until Wumingju saw no one walking around in the courtyard that Xiao Jinlong finally floated down from the slippery self-food box, revealing his figure at the same time, and in Wen Qiao's eyes, It's just that the little golden dragon's body looks more three-dimensional and solid, but the tree spirits finally saw the guy making trouble in the kitchen.

If it is said that after seeing the little golden dragon, Wen Qiao was kind to the little golden dragon because of those legends, then the tree spirits kept silent out of their instinctive fear of bloodlines, and did not speak ill of the little golden dragon facing each other.

And the little golden dragon didn't have the consciousness of breaking into other people's homes and stealing other people's rations at all. It looked like a gentleman, but thanks to its pleasing appearance and the scarcity of species, otherwise, it would have already aroused the disgust of Wen Qiao and Shuling. , was blasted out of the gate.

When Wen Qiao set up the pot, and laid out the base and all kinds of prepared ingredients, Xiao Jinlong couldn't control his saliva anymore. He was just a proud and cute little guy, but in a blink of an eye he turned into a foolish one. The dumb dragon only knew to drool on the pot until Wen Qiao said yes, but when it started eating, it tentatively used its power to roll a piece of meat into its mouth, and then what happened to the little golden dragon who never knew what was spicy? , You don't need to think about it all.

When the blazing flames swept over,
Wen Qiaoruo had a feeling and hastily put the spiritual power cover on the table in advance, thus saving the food for this table.

It was only an hour or two before and after.

Spicy, fire-breathing, etc. are usually exaggerated adjectives, but when this sentence is put on Xiao Jinlong, it becomes a verb.

Wiping the sweat from the heat on her forehead, Wen Qiao sincerely suggested: "Why don't you stop eating spicy pot, and I'll make you another clear soup?"

Anyway, the ingredients are ready-made, so you only need to make another pot of soup base, and it won't take much time. Wen Qiao, the host, is really very sincere.

However, Xiao Jinlong suffered a loss from the hot pot, but he became more competitive with it, and refused to change whatever he said. What can Wen Qiao do, when he meets such a stubborn little guest, he can only let it go. Of course, the premise is that you stop breathing fire, otherwise, you will lose more than this table of food, and maybe her nameless residence will also suffer.

The little golden dragon promised well, and then tried to eat two more bites. Although the expression on his face was tangled, let alone how uncomfortable it was, he did not breathe fire again. After it got used to it, Wen Qiao and the others could no longer bother to observe the little golden dragon. Instead, he joined the army of scrambling for food, because Xiao Jinlong really didn't give people a way to survive after eating half of the pot.

Although there was a small accident, the meal was eaten smoothly after all.

Eating spicy hot pot in winter is quite enjoyable. After eating and drinking enough, Xiao Jinlong looked drowsy and lay still on the table. Then Wen Qiao asked calmly: " We got acquainted, and I don’t know your name yet? Are you calling from there, are you planning to go there?”

(End of this chapter)