Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 689 The Children…

The aroma of edible spices such as scallions, ginger, and garlic being stir-fried in a boiling oil wok wafts over, followed by the sizzling sound of food being fried.

The enticing aromas and sounds intertwined, truly captivating.

"Gulp!!!"

Several diners crowded around the kitchen doorway subconsciously swallowed.

"Uncle, you've been hiding your talent! I remember you saying you didn't like cooking when we were kids, so how come you have such great culinary skills? This is impossible!"

The fat man was itching to eat, and looking at the several plates of cooked dishes in the kitchen, he wished he could pick them up and stuff them into his stomach.

Wu Xie squeezed next to the fat man and nodded repeatedly.

The young man was somewhat better; after he came out, he regained some of his previous personality—indifferent, yet with a touch more humanity than before.

At this moment, the young man sat alone on the sofa, too lazy to pay attention to the two guys, and closed his eyes to rest.

Speaking of which, the young man met Hu Ming in the 1980s, and this was the first time he had ever known that Hu Ming could cook.

"Being able to cook doesn't mean you like cooking...who says that?"

Hu Ming snorted without turning his head.

His cooking skills are something he only learned when he was single in his previous life and was so tired of ordering takeout that he forced himself to learn them. His cooking skills are so bad that they won't kill anyone, but they have nothing to do with being delicious.

But now, Hu Ming's control over his body has reached an absolute pinnacle. Putting aside his knife skills, he can even achieve a precise balance in terms of wok tossing and controlling the heat.

With the right seasoning, a man's good cooking skills don't necessarily mean he's a true culinary expert; perhaps it's just a side effect of being good at fighting?
Moreover, Hu Ming robbed so many tombs, the system rewarded his culinary skills quite a bit...

Yin Nanfeng, who was hugging Hu Ming from behind and resting his head on Hu Ming's shoulder, silently watched Hu Ming's actions, his eyes flickering, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Come on, do you think I don't know you? You want me to cook all the time? Dream on!"

"You have so many chefs at home, aren't their cooking skills amazing? They're so much better than my mediocre skills, aren't they?"

Even without seeing the change in Yin Nanfeng's gaze, Hu Ming could more or less guess what she was thinking, and rolled his eyes.

Househusband?
No, Hu Ming is a ruthless killer who slaughters people without hesitation!
This persona absolutely cannot be ruined.

"Can that be the same?"

"They're just cooks. No matter how delicious their food is, people eat their food just to survive."

"But Uncle Ming, your cooking is different; it's about romance! Romance!"

Yin Nanfeng remained unmoved and retorted confidently, while chuckling and ignoring the two onlookers behind him, slapping a lipstick mark on Hu Ming's face.

"grass!"

"Depend on!"

"Is there no justice in this world? We just came here to eat, what is this? We haven't even started eating yet, and they've already fed us cold, hard dog food?"

"Exactly, exactly. So, you guys are just playing a trick here, luring the dog in to kill it?"

Wu Xie, the fat guy, immediately turned dark. He cursed and left the group chat, venting his dissatisfaction as a single dog.

"...Why bother?"

The young man's expression remained unchanged, his face expressionless, but a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes as he shook his head helplessly.

It has to be said that the young man with all his memories is so much better than the one who had amnesia and always had a perpetually stern face. So much so that Wu Xie and Fatty are still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"Children, the food is ready! Come and get your dishes, it's time to eat!"

Before long, under Yin Nanfeng's strong interference, Hu Ming finally finished cooking and called out to his friends outside.

Nowadays, many similar memes have appeared online, roughly meaning: I treat you as a friend, but you want to be my dad.

As a time traveler who came from 20 years ago, Hu Ming said that his friends are all his sons.

"I'm still young, still eighteen years old, I don't have that many sons."

"Also, Zhang Qiling is so old, a full 140 years old... I'm under a lot of psychological pressure."

Yin Nanfeng had forgotten her age, stroking her beautiful face, which resembled that of a young woman in her late teens, and muttered to herself.

"." Wu Xie.

"." Fatty.

"Yes, I am over 140 years old, while you, Hu Ming, are not even 60. I am more than twice your age."

The young man glanced indifferently at Hu Ming and retorted with irrefutable facts.

Is there any son in this world who is older than his father?
"..." Wu Xie

“……”Fatty.

"Naive, I think we shouldn't have come to this event. This is a gathering of ageless monsters; it would be pointless for mortals like us to come."

The fat man's face was streaked with gray, and he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

That's not fair!

Although he also has a lineage, even so, his father, Wang Kaixuan, once told him that no matter how hard he tries to cultivate, it will be difficult to cross the 150-year mark...

As for Yin Nanfeng, they knew about the meteorite jade, so they didn't need to mention it.

Well, those two, Xiao Ge and Hu Ming, are really outrageous.

Previously, they only thought that Brother Hu Ming was just like Zhang Rishan, with a lifespan twice that of an ordinary person, around two or three hundred years old, and that he was not old, that was all.

But upon their return, they discovered that these two were truly hiding their true abilities—they possessed genuine immortality!
The last immortal man, the one who wore the guise of the First Emperor, lived for tens of thousands of years—a living embodiment of human evolution.

They couldn't imagine whether these two people could actually live until the end of the world.
"Have a meal!"

Wu Xie snorted and, too lazy to care about table manners, started eating while Hu Ming went to wash his hands.

I must say, the taste is really good, no worse than that of a five-star hotel chef or a three-Michelin-starred chef.

But Wu Xie thought it was especially delicious.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The harmonious atmosphere didn't last long. Wu Xie suddenly covered his mouth and coughed twice in pain.

Wu Xie frowned slightly, then regained his composure, as if nothing had happened.

Hu Ming's earlobe twitched slightly, his gaze fixed on Wu Xie's chest without any fluctuation.

……