Elf King

Chapter 52 Huh?dog food smell

Zhimi on the side didn't speak out against her close friend, but just stood aside with a smile and waited for Cologne to make a decision.

When Cologne had no idea, Serena, who was hiding behind Cologne, jumped out first and asked in surprise, "Can we really eat the dishes cooked by Mr. Zhimi?"

"Well, of course it's true." Zhi Mi replied with a smile.

Seeing Serena's excited appearance, Cologne, who had no idea about it, naturally would not object, but said politely: "Then bother you two."

"Okay, everyone, come with me."

Chakro clapped his hands to signal everyone to follow him.

Seeing that Chakro walked to the edge of the cliff naturally, Cologne suddenly felt dizzy.

Although my physical fitness is not bad, but after the gymnasium battle that consumes a lot of energy, I still can't stand the high-intensity exercise like rock climbing.

In fact, it’s fine if it’s just rock climbing, but the problem is that the boss Chaklow is going to do this kind of outrageous reverse rock climbing from top to bottom.

Just when Kron was thinking about not wanting to lose face in front of Serena, and was about to go down with Chakro.

Seeing his best friend committing an old problem again, Zhimi shook his head to express his helplessness, and then said, "Hey! Chakro, it's not allowed to enjoy my hard work after that kind of rough exercise."

Zhi Mi's light words fell into Chaklo's ears like heavy iron, waking him up.

Seeing that Chaklow stopped stiffly, he turned his head as if he had turned into a machine and said, "Ahaha, Zhimi, you really like to joke, why don't I come to your food, things like rock climbing Anytime is fine, but the food cannot be easily let down."

On the side, a villain in Cologne's heart knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, shedding tears of excitement (finally no more rock climbing.)
But Zhimi's simple threat of food can make Chakro give up his favorite rock climbing, which is really incredible.

Thinking in this way, Cologne gradually began to have a sense of anticipation for the delicious food that Shimi wanted to show.

Chakro turned back from the edge of the cliff, and led a group of people to the elevator to leave the battlefield.

Surprisingly, the place where Chaklo himself lives is not here. The gymnasium on the hillside is only built for ordinary exercise and acceptance of challenges.

As a gourmet lover, Chakro naturally would not choose a place to enjoy the food in a simple place surrounded by rocks.

Chaklo's usual residence is a single-family villa near a bamboo forest.But this is quite normal, after all, as the owner of the official gymnasium under the alliance, it has never been a problem to worry about in terms of economy.

Entering Chaklow's house, it was unexpectedly neat and tidy, completely unlike the appearance that a single man should have.

While Cologne and Serena were silently commenting on Chakro's room, their intentions were very clear. They picked up an apron on the sofa and walked into the kitchen with ease.

"Do you guys have anything to eat?"

Just before entering the kitchen, Zhi Mi turned around to look at Ke Long and the others, and asked politely.

Before Cologne and Serena, who were guests, could make up their minds, Chakro raised his hands excitedly and said, "Zimi, let's make that tomato pasta, the wonderful feeling last time was really great. "

"Well, then everyone can look forward to it."

After hearing what Chaklow said, Zhimi seemed to ignore the thoughts of Cologne and Serena.

Probably Zhimi's question just now was only aimed at Chakro.

"Ok?"

Cologne, who was sitting quietly on the sofa and waiting, felt as if something was constantly poking his thigh, so he naturally stretched out his hand, trying to grab it to see what it was.

"Huh? This thing is quite soft, but it's still warm."

"No, why is it getting hotter and hotter!"

Cologne turned around and saw Serena's flushed cheeks, and took a look at his own hand, wasn't it Serena's little hand lying in his palm!

In an instant, Colon instinctively wanted to let go of Serena's little hand.

But for some reason, there was always a voice shouting from the bottom of my heart, which suddenly gave strength to Cologne's hand, and the hand that had been loosened halfway closed again, imprisoning the soft little hand.

Serena had just wanted to poke Colon's body with her little hand to make him turn around and listen to her little thoughts.

But I never expected that Cologne didn't even look at it, and directly stretched out his hand to hold his left hand. This made Serena happy, but shyness prevailed, and she immediately wanted to withdraw her left hand.

It's just that everything in this world is not constant, and so are people's emotions and thoughts.

Serena found that every time she wanted to withdraw her hand, the force in Colon's hand would increase, and she held her hand tightly without any intention of relaxing.

"Serena, what's the matter? Do you have something on your mind to tell me?"

After feeling that Serena's little hand had calmed down, Colon's tone was more gentle and caring than before.

Although she gave up the idea of ​​pulling her hand back, Serena still had blushes on both sides of her cheeks, and said in a coquettish tone that she couldn't detect

"Well, Cologne, I want to watch Mr. Zhimi's cooking skills, can I?"

Although he was a little surprised by Serena's request, Cologne would not object to such a trivial matter.

After hearing this, Colon stood up straight away. Of course, Serena's little hand was still on his right hand. He walked to the kitchen door, and then made room for Serena to see more clearly.

"Do you like cooking too?"

Sensing the two, Zhimi asked Serena who was standing not far from her.

"Yes, Mr. Zhimi."

Facing this legendary chef, Serena was a little nervous.

"Really? Then you have to look after it, little girl."

Zhi Mi replied with a smile, and then turned his attention back.

Having nothing to do, Kelong also focused on Zhimi.

I saw Zhi Mi standing in front of the console, his eyes were unusually bright, and his aura changed instantly, no longer the gentleness and amiability before.

The chef's knife in his hand was not considered small by Cologne, but it flew lightly like a scalpel in Zhimi's hand, and the tomatoes that had been placed on the cutting board were cut into fine granules in an instant.

Different from the casual knife work used in Cologne's previous life in his hometown, Zhimi's knife seems to be controlled by a machine, and the fall of each knife has been precisely calculated, and there will be no redundant movements at all.

While being neat and consistent, the speed at which the knife is lowered and raised is not slow at all.

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