He always feels that he has forgotten something very important.

As Qian Chen was worried, the weather began to gradually get worse, and it was covered with clouds all day long.

Qian Chen and Joan of Arc no longer climbed up to the roof to see the stars.

Until that night, Qian Chen looked at the heart of the sumptuous dinner on the table and was silent.

There were lightning and thunder outside the window, and the wind and rain were rippling, but the air inside the house seemed to be frozen.

Qian Chen spoke at the face in front of him that was still smiling with a gentle smile.

"I'm leaving."

clang!

The spoon in Joan of Arc's hand slid from her hand and fell directly to the ground.

The smile on Joan of Arc's face began to become reluctant.

"Can I know why?"

Qian Chen sighed.

"I want to go into the city and learn cooking skills. Cooking is my lifelong pursuit."

With this sentence, Qian Chen's memory surged out like a flood that opened the gate, and he began to quickly recall everything that happened before.

But Joan of Arc was silent.

She lowered her head slightly, and the shadow formed by the bangs on her forehead covered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression.

After a long time, she slowly raised her head and said without any sorrow or joy on her face.

"Is that true, I understand."

Then there is no further information.

The dinner continued, but Qian Chen felt that the originally rich and delicious dinner became difficult to swallow.

Hurry!

At this moment, a strong wind blew, blowing open the window, and the lights in the house went out.

The sight suddenly became dark.

"You wait a moment, I'll go find the candle."

Qian Chen instructed Joan of Arc opposite.

Then he stood up, came to the cabinet, and started rummaging inside.

Just as Qian Chen found the candle and matches to light them, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Dong!

Qian Chen was pushed to the ground hard, and then he sat directly on his body.

Boom!

A flash of lightning fell, and in an instant, the pale light reflected Joan of Arc's figure.

I don’t know if it was the light or something else, in Qian Chen’s sight, Joan of Arc’s blond hair suddenly turned into silver-white like snow.

A pair of golden vertical pupils like reptiles, shining under the dark night.

What made Qian Chen even more frightened was that Joan of Arc was holding a kitchen knife with a cold light in his hand.

"Joan of Arc?"

Qian Chen called her carefully.

Boom!

The lightning outside the window became increasingly dense, and the wind blew the window heavily against the wall, and the glass suddenly shattered.

Then the lightning flashed, Qian Chen saw a broken and crazy face.

"You're lying."

Joan of Arc said coldly.

"No, listen to my explanation!"

Qian Chen was anxious.

But Joan of Arc has completely fallen into madness.

"You liar! Why are you trying to learn cooking skills? Zhenna lives in the city, you must be looking for that Bichi! I thought she looked at you wrong before, but now I have seen through it!"

Before Qian Chen could explain, Joan of Arc raised the kitchen knife in his hand high.

"Go to die! Liar!"

The next second, the cold light was pissed with blood...

Qian Chen sat up with horror. He didn't care about the strange gazes of the two of them and directly pulled open his clothes.

There is a red mark on the chest, which is not obvious, but it is exactly in the heart.

Fortunately, Joan of Arc has no intention of killing him, which may be the last warning?

Qian Chen let out a long sigh and subconsciously raised his head.

What surprised him was that Joan of Arc actually looked at him with shock.

Joan of Arc covered his forehead and muttered in a low voice with an incredible expression on his face.

"This is impossible. I have obviously replaced the person he likes the most in his heart with myself. Why can he still break free!?"

Joan of Arc wanted to break his head but couldn't figure out how Qian Chen broke free from her control.

"Hmph! I just brag about completely controlling other people's thoughts. What do you say now? Could it be that your cooking skills have also deteriorated!"

Zhenna smiled sarcastically.

Seeing Joan of Arc defeated, Jenna suddenly felt extremely happy. It was like a cold water drank from head to toe during the dog days of summer.

As for why Zhenna seems to have not been affected, it is naturally because Jeon Arc's cooking is mainly used to deal with Qian Chen. In addition, Zhenna is the king of heaven, so the effect of the cooking is not very effective on her. Zhenna quickly recovered.

Joan of Arc gritted his teeth.

"Don't be proud. If you lose this time, he will still become my person!"

"Then you try it and see. The dishes I made with him and I have a joint effort, including the common wishes of both of us."

In order to stimulate Joan of Arc, Zhenna deliberately used such an ambiguous statement.

Joan of Arc was indeed angry.

The black flames surrounding the three of them seemed to be stimulating, twisting wildly, as if they would pounce on Joan of Arc's orders in the next second.

Zhenna's face changed drastically, and she gritted her teeth and pretended to be very strong.

"What do you want to do? I warn you not to do anything randomly!"

Joan of Arc snorted coldly, with disdain on his face.

Qian Chen quickly changed the topic.

"Okay, Joan of Arc. It's time for you to taste the dishes we made."

Hearing Qian Chen's persuasion, Joan of Arc's face relaxed a little.

In order to avoid any conflict between the two, Qian Chen personally brought the dishes he and Zhenna together to Joan of Arc.

At this time, Joan of Arc suddenly came to Qian Chen's ear and exhaled like an orchid.

"Qian Chen, I am a witch now, and I will never give up. Sooner or later, I will make you my person."

Qian Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Without waiting for Qian Chen to answer, Joan of Arc had already started to look at the grilled lamb chops on the plate in front of him.

On the green lettuce leaves, there are three pieces placed in a row, with grilled lamb chops of the same shape and size. Carrots, potatoes, onions, cauliflower, chickpeas, etc. are used as decorations next to them.

The lamb chops are golden on the outside and are stained with unground black pepper and cumin powder.

The waves of beautiful fragrance cannot be described in words to continuously penetrate Joan of Arc's nasal cavity.

‘It smells so good!’

This is a top-notch dish that makes people feel appetizing regardless of appearance or smell!

Joan of Arc suddenly remembered something, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhenna, and snorted coldly.

"snort!"

The tone was full of disdain.

Zhenna suddenly became furious.

"What do you mean, guy!?"

Qian Chen quickly stopped her.

Joan of Arc didn't even bother to pay attention to her, so he picked up the knife and fork and started to taste it.

Gently cut the skin of the lamb chops.

Puff!

A hot gravy immediately surged out, and then a very mysterious and magical fragrance gushed out. The sound of ethnic music with the Turkish style echoed in Joan of Arc's ears.

Joan of Arc put the cut lamb chops into his mouth.

boom!
Chapter completed!