Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter five hundred and eighty seventh I want to put you on my brand

Qian Chen looked at Zhenna with confusion.

"She wants to use her cooking to control your mind!"

Qian Chen suddenly realized, and then looked at Joan of Arc with a strange look on his face.

Your Highness, you have learned bad things.

Although Zhenna's words seemed extremely outrageous, Qian Chen still chose to believe it.

First of all, Qian Chen believed in Zhenna's IQ. She has always been the one who was cheated and even helped people count money. When did she see her cheating people?

Secondly, Qian Chen had already tasted the King-level cuisine in person and felt the extremely real experience of death. In comparison, it was not too easy to hypnotize him with cooking.

"Just like this Bichi said, I just want to conquer you with cooking and make you my person."

Joan of Arc had no intention of defending and hiding it calmly.

"Joan of Arc, it's not good for you to do this."

Unexpectedly, Joan of Arc was so direct, Qian Chen felt a little panicked and the smile on his face was a little forced.

Joan of Arc said with a playful smile.

"Ah~ I am a witch now~ Isn't it supposed to control you with cooking? Have you ever seen a witch obey the rules? He uses any means, evil, cruel, and joins the demons and refining poisons. Are these not the witch's jobs? "

Qian Chen suddenly felt that what she said made sense. How could this be broken?

Seeing the panic in Qian Chen's eyes, Joan of Arc's smile became more and more proud.

"So Qian Chen, please be obediently, don't resist ~ Even if you resist, it will be useless. I will pinch your mouth and pour the dishes in."

Qian Chen was o(╯□╰) in an instant.

Is it really okay to speak such a dangerous thing?

Qian Chen now doubts whether Joan of Arc is poisoned by novels like the domineering female president falls in love with me.

Zhenna got up from the ground, then blocked Qian Chen, pointed at Joan of Arc and said righteously.

"Hey! Don't go too far, you guy!"

Joan of Arc raised his chin and looked down at Jenna with a contempt.

"I'm just too much, what can you do to me? My defeated lady."

Joan of Arc acted like a 'If you don't agree, come and bite me'.

"I!"

Zhenna was furious.

Qian Chen sighed. He knew that Joan of Arc had begun to go to extremes now and would not let them go no matter what.

"Let's eat halberds, everything is solved by the chef."

"Wow~ I won't learn to let go of this fool this time. I will do my best to make the most perfect dish so that you can completely engrave my mark on both your heart and your soul."

Joan of Arc chuckled.

"So this time to be fair, I hope we can have the two of you fight together."

“Can two-on-one be called fair?”

Joan of Arc sneered.

Qian Chen spread his hands.

"There is no way, who told me to be just the chef of Cricket Lin? Your Highness the Witch won't dare to fight because I have one more."

Joan of Arc chuckled.

"What a bad provocation, but I promised. The female will show her strength in front of the male to obtain more mating rights. I will defeat this hateful cat in front of you."

Joan of Arc complained too much, and Qian Chen was unable to complain, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

But Qian Chen is very sure that Joan of Arc will do his best.

Unlike Jenna, Joan of Arc is a person with a serious personality. At the best, he is serious and responsible, but at the worst, he is just thinking and stubborn.

As for Zhenna...

"Hey! You guy, don't steal fishy cats at once."

Zhenna was furious and was directly ignored by Jean Arm.

The food halberd started again, but this time it was serious.

For some reason, Qian Chen always felt that such a situation was a bit like an RPG game. After playing the miscellaneous soldiers (Zhenna: Give you a chance to reorganize your language!), and then play the big boss (Joan Arc: Well~! What did you say? I didn’t hear it clearly?).

If it was a game, the planner would definitely be fired by the boss. The plot of the game is too deep, so it would be more interesting to write it. For example, the big boss is actually a good person, and the brave are the real mastermind behind it; for example, the brave defected to the big boss camp and formed a new evil forces, etc. This is so exciting to play!

The sound of Joan of Arc starting to cook came from the kitchen counter opposite. Qian Chen quickly withdrew his dispersed thoughts, pulled Zhenna over, came to her side, and whispered.

"Hey, I'll ask you. How many layers of confidence do you have to win?"

Zhenna glared at Qian Chen with annoyance.

"Not in one hundred years!"

Qian Chen said in surprise.

"No! Sister, are you the king of heaven?"

Zhenna was immediately furious.

"Can I blame me? My ability was to restrain her. Her skills were better than me. My winning rate and I were not as good as five or five, and there was also a nine or one.

Now her ability to restrain me and her skills are better than me, so I have no advantage at all!”

Qian Chen touched his nose awkwardly, and it was his fault.

"Anyway, let's think of a way. This food must be won. I don't want to be washed into a brainless person. As for you, I think it's better for you to find a way to survive."

Qian Chen said and pointed to the opposite side. Zhenna subconsciously raised her head. Joan of Arc was looking at them with a cold face, holding a carrot in her hand.

Bar!

The carrot was easily pinched from the middle by Joan of Arc.

Zhenna couldn't help but subconsciously shrank her neck, and she felt that the carrot was the future fate of her neck.

Zhenna didn't dare to look at it anymore and quickly withdrew her gaze.

Qian Chen coughed twice and said in a low voice.

"Another question, what cooking are you good at, and what cooking are Joan of Arc good at?"

Zhenna thought carefully for a while and replied.

“I’m good at barbecue, especially French BBQ. As for her, I seem to be good at desserts and French country cuisine.”

“French barbecue…”

Qian Chen's eyes lit up and he immediately had an idea.

"Do you know how to make French grilled lamb chops?"

Zhenna gave him a blank look.

"This dish is considered a basic French cuisine."

"Yes, let's do this."

"We? You might not want to..."

"Since we are the next halberd, of course we have to complete it together."

"Can you do it?"

Zhenna showed a hint of worry on her face, looking a little lacking in confidence.

"Believe me!"

At that moment, Zhenna's eyes seemed to have the scene she saw before. No matter what cooking problems she faced, Qian Chen's eyes always had exactly the same radiance of enthusiasm and confidence.

‘It’s really dazzling.’

Zhenna suddenly thought with some envy that perhaps she would see a different scenery from the bottom of her cooking skills.

Joan of Arc opposite, looking at Qian Chen and Zhenna's "flirting" with her face almost frozen.

Click!

‘Accidentally’ she broke another carrot.

Qian Chen knew nothing about this, he said to Zhenna.

"I'll be responsible for pickling lamb chops later, and you'll be responsible for baking and infusing the heart of the kitchen."

"good."

Zhenna nodded.
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next