Pei Ye doesn't cook often.

She has been a bachelor who has "one person is full and the whole family is not hungry". Her daily diet depends entirely on the military front-line battlefield canteen, and she relies on robot housekeepers when she is on vacation. If she is not used to the robot housekeepers, she will go out to have a tooth sacrificial ceremony or let familiar restaurants deliver food to her.

Of course, this doesn't mean she can't cook.

In the words of Marshal Han Tubai and others, Pei Ye’s cooking skills are flexible, and it depends on his mood to perform abnormally or abnormally.

It is remarkable when performing extraordinaryly, and you can still taste it, and occasionally there are small surprises.

It is comparable to a biological and chemical weapon when it is not exaggerated to the point where it is sent to the hospital for gastric lavage, but it can also press the taste buds on the ground and rub them back and forth, making people suspect that this guy treats the toilet as a kitchen, and the ingredients are produced and fried, and it is fresh and hot.

Listen, these people are snatching bamboo shoots when they speak, and if giant pandas are not damaged, they will starve to death.

Pei Ye tilted his head and asked His Highness Qi: "I haven't cooked for a long time, I don't know if my skills have declined..."

His Royal Highness looked at the pile of soy sauce or vinegar in the pot, and a sticky black and brown thing, and it took a while to find his speaking ability. He looked at Pei Ye in a speechless way, and then thought about it: "Aye... your cooking skills are really..."

Pei Ye cut off his words and said helplessly and sincerely: "I know I am not good at cooking, but I have performed very well."

Your Highness Seventh: "???"

No, A Ye, are you sure this is extraordinary performance???

Then what is your normal level and abnormal performance???

I'm afraid that the things that come from Fort Detrick's base are not as poisonous as the dishes you cook...

The Seventh Prince swallowed nervously and embarrassedly, and the Adam's apple rolled with the swallowing movement. Pei Ye looked at it and found it interesting, raised his hand and slid itchy. The strange itch made the Seventh Prince subconsciously lean back and avoid it. After doing this action, he regretted it.

When he met Pei Ye's smiling eyes, he immediately felt the illusion of his scalp being numb.

No one told Aye, she smiled and squinted at people, looking like a black widow?

Pei Ye naturally had this consciousness.

Therefore, she pointed to the freshly baked dishes on the plate, and gently opened her thin lips and spit out a word.

"eat!"

He doesn't want to stop eating, so he doesn't want to stop.

The Seventh Prince had to raise his hands high, responded with a doting and helpless manner, "Okay, okay, I'll eat."

After eating most of the time with a dark face, Pei Ye was magnanimous and exempted him from this "punishment". The corners of the Seventh Prince's eyes turned red, and he sipped the tea handed over by Pei Ye in small sips, and said helplessly: "Let me leave this to cook in the future. Aye, your skills are so scary."

Pei Ye Yang wrapped his hands on his chest proudly and looked at him and said, "Okay, if you had said it earlier, I wouldn't have to cook this meal."

Your Highness Seventh: "...Why do I sound like a routine?"

Pei Ye held his chin and nodded and admitted: "It's indeed a routine, so that you can have a psychological shadow on my cooking."

The Seventh Prince silently and said sincerely: "In my opinion, women who are wandering around the stove should learn this trick."

Seeing Pei Ye pouring the remaining half into the pot of the five-petal lotus, his mouth twitched and reached out to stop him.

"Aye, you..."

Pei Ye said: "Food cannot be wasted."

The Seventh Prince: “…”

So can we poison the future eleven saints?

Pei Ye seemed to see through his heart, and while taking back the plate, he also whispered: "You are too worried, you can't die if you feed it."

The Seventh Prince looked at the pot of five-petal lotus and said, "I can't die from feeding it, but Eleven already has fetal consciousness. Although it is still very weak, it knows everything that happens outside. If you give it... When it becomes a holy body and returns to its position, it is not afraid that it will give you little shoes?"

He really didn't know what words to use to describe what he had just eaten.

I want to use slurry to describe it but I am afraid that Pei Ye will be annoyed.

Pei Ye was barefoot and was not afraid of wearing shoes, so he shrugged: "I have never been afraid of the way of heaven. Is I a eleven saint king?"

As he said that, he poked the petals of the five-petal lotus with his fingers. The latter carefully curled up the petals and drifted left and right in the narrow flower pot, trying to avoid Pei Ye's fingers. Pei Ye raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at His Highness Seventh, who raised his hand to hold his forehead and shook his head for her childishness.

Watching His Royal Highness Seventh return to the kitchen to clean up and cook, the audience in the live broadcast room of the reality show left envious saliva.

[The guest just now was really good tea. I said, how could normal people do so badly? It turned out to be intentional.]

[Really tea, but the guest seems to have a way to eat this set.]

[Hmph, what's wrong with tea? I just like her tea.]

[Her cooking skills... are she making slurry?]

[Even if Aye makes it a sausage, the people who are lucky enough to eat it will be smoke from the ancestral grave.]

[I thought Xie Hanxing's appearance was already at its peak, but I didn't expect that this handsome guy was even higher than the other... I really wanted to sleep with him... Although I am not as good as the guest, my cooking skills can definitely kill him instantly. I really don't know what the guest thought, so I am willing to let him eat those.]

[The famous grass has its owner, don’t worry. No matter how bad Aye cooks, he is willing to eat it, but no matter how good you cook, he doesn’t care.]

[I announce that I am a guest man who climbs the wall.]

【Clawba, I don’t want to (￣_,￣)】

[You are sick in front, right? I said that the guest man climbing the wall is not crawling you...]

[If the man in our world cannot be said to have the appearance of this man, I would be willing to be his first thousand harem without money.]

What the audience said was naturally Zhao Zhanjun, the "genius" who promoted the rapid development of technology in the whole world, and he was also the richest man in the world who admired, envied and hated countless men. He held power and wealth and built the world building just to settle the harem.

【Unable to say???Haha, it will be soon everyone can say it.】

The audience on the barrage soon discovered that this audience with the ID "exclusive pendant for national treasures" was a bit slim.

[666, brother, you dare to arrange it even if you can't say anything. Now you go out and see if someone is waiting for you to have tea.]

[Drinking tea? I am making you drink tea now.]

A crowd of viewers: […]

Unlucky, I encountered a bad pen.

Little did they know that the pen in their mouths were sitting on the chair that cost tens of millions of dollars that Zhao Zhanjun loved the most. The slender hands that seemed to be able to play beautiful music at any time were typing on the keyboard, so fast that they could dance into shadows. The screen was a reality show live broadcast room.

The owner of these hands had bright smoke-gray eyes, and his long hair appeared blue-gray under the sunlight. He looked beautiful and handsome, and was outstanding, but it was not a look that could be remembered at a glance. He frowned at the barrage, bit his lips, and mumbled at the moment.

The person who stomped his feet could make the whole world tremble, Zhao Zhanjun, looked rare in a mess at this time. He was baking a pair of silver bracelets with both hands, and there were more than a dozen men in black standing with guns around him. Two others were on guard, with sharp and vivid eyes.

In addition to them, there are also a few middle-aged and elderly people who look haggard and slightly bent backs but have bright eyes.

If these people's faces were put in the newspaper, many people would probably exclaim, isn't this the Blue Star executive before the world's major changes?

At this time, they either closed their eyes to rest, frowned and looked at the screen, or whispered and talked. Some people looked at Zhao Zhanjun with extremely disgusting eyes. Zhao Zhanjun, who called the wind and rain, looked at this scene in panic, and kept calling in his heart that it was said to have run away.

No matter how he called, he did not respond.

The cold gun pointed at his back and brain, which was like shooting him to kill him if he had any abnormal movements.

At this time, Zhao Zhanjun was extremely regretful. Why did the system obtained back then have no supernatural branches except for people to create inventions...

If he had learned superpowers or cultivated immortals at that time, how could he be afraid of these mortals?

Zhao Zhanjun felt that his mind was drowsy and could not accept the reality that he was pulled down from the altar.

He couldn't understand even more, so he went over the night. Why did everything change?

The senior executives who once lay at his feet - for example, the old man from XX - knew the nature of this old man in his bones, and also knew what kind of face they would have when pursuing capital interests. They worked very happily with him, and once contributed to his glory. At this time, they turned against each other, showing an expression of "I don't know anything". Independence - md, this is still his father-in-law!

Fuck, it's a bitch!

And the guy who really made him hate him was quarrel with the barrage netizens and didn't even look at him directly.

Finally, someone spoke up to break the peace.

The man who was talking was extremely tall, with a very white skin and black eyes, his long hair as soft and curly as seaweed, and his facial features were deep and moving, as if he could reveal a natural affection when he saw a piece of shit.

"Your Highness, are you childish?"

The young man who typed the keyboard was dissatisfied: "This is called childishness? I'm afraid Aye will suffer a loss!"

It's really annoying!

He actually approached Aye with his identity and took advantage of Aye.

The young man felt that he could not control the dark side in his bones, and his knuckles were clacking.

The curly-haired man looked at the screen and was speechless: "She suffers a loss? I saw the dish of sausage she fryed and I knew she did not suffer."

After all, the Demon King's cooking skills are still remarkable.

Is it okay if they made it like this on purpose?

He danced so hard in the barrage, and wasn't afraid of scaring the prey away?

The young man pointed to the screen and gritted his teeth, "This trash thing actually teased Aye with his Adam's apple..."

Curly haired man: "…"

This highness looks really not too smart.

Not only did he think so, the former Blue Star executives present also browed and were speechless for a moment.

The curly haired man said, "Your family has long seen that he is fake, and it's just that thing that thinks he's good at disguising..."
To be continued...