Ark: I adopted Seria at the beginning

[I think this may be a racial talent. I can’t imagine how you can break through my defense and set your pot on fire in this spiritual world of mine]

Tallulah, who was watching the pot she constructed being burned down below, was hurriedly looking for water and trying to put out the fire, even though the lid should be closed at this time.

It would be reasonable if he poured water, but the scene that happened next made him doubt his life.

He watched helplessly as the dragon poured the oil in, and instantly the flames shot into the sky.

Now he really doubted whether his vision was wrong and he chose such a spare body.

Come on, you are Drak. You are better at controlling fire than the extinct Balrog clan. How could you burn the pot?

Although this is a spiritual world, in fact, under His structure, some touches are infinitely close to the level of the real world, but the surrounding environment is a bit monotonous.

If there was a kitchen at a direct 1:1 ratio, Old Black Snake felt that his brain would not be able to function.

[Come on, it’s really difficult for you to start cooking now. There is rice from the Yan Kingdom. Do you know how to cook it? 】

Of course I will!

Tallulah swore and patted her chest. After a series of washing and cooking, a pot of rice that looked good was freshly baked.

It looked pretty good and turned into a dark figure, taking a bite of the pot of rice with a spoon and tasting it.

The porridge tastes good, although it is still a bit hard.

But when he tasted the second bite, he suddenly thought of something. Didn't I ask this dragon to make a pot of rice?

How did she, Tallulah, turn into a pot of porridge?

He took a closer look and found that only the surface layer of rice looked like cooked rice, but underneath this layer of appearance, everything underneath was basically a ball of paste.

What a miraculous workmanship! He swore that this was the first time in all his years of life that he had seen someone cook rice like this.

Looking at Tallulah who looked slightly embarrassed.

He couldn't help but think: Is this dragon born to be at odds with things like cooking?

The old black snake who did not believe in evil once again asked Tallulah to try cutting vegetables.

Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with these dishes. With Tallulah's cutting method, although the cut vegetables are not very beautiful, they are still manageable.

You can't ask for so much, you can't ask for so much. Just being able to cook well is enough, and you can't embarrass your daughter.

[Today we are going to make a simple, traditional Yan country dish called scrambled eggs with chives. I originally wanted to teach you how to scramble eggs with chili peppers, but there are no chili peppers in your camp, so you can only use leeks instead]

This and that, after more than ten failures, Tallulah finally made a fairly normal dish.

Why do you say it's normal? Because the scrambled eggs with chives made by this dragon before were simply unsightly.

In one sentence, he was more ancient than him. The old black snake felt like he was losing his mind when he saw it.

Because in a ball of black coals, he actually saw a pair of eyes staring at him. In that plate of dishes, Black Snake actually felt that the eggs he constructed with his mental power were hating him.

Egg: My Creator! Why did you create me? Why are you torturing me like this again?

I do not know!

Old Black Snake roared in his heart, throwing away Lao Zhong's strange thoughts, and fell in love with this newly produced dish.

At least it doesn't look so irrational anymore. Although there is still a lot of black charcoal, it is not unbearable.

Picking up a piece of burnt egg skin, he put it into his mouth and bit it.

"How's it going?" Tallulah said expectantly, holding the dinner plate.

The old black snake turned into a pitch-black form and turned around, not daring to face Tallulah. After a long time, he said slowly, but his voice was a little hoarse than before:

"I added a little too much salt, but it tastes much better than before. Keep up the good work and you'll have a bright future."

Seeing that half of the jar of salt was almost gone, he turned into a giant snake again, and then he used his mental power to sense time.

"I didn't expect morning to arrive so soon..."

It seems that if you concentrate on one thing, you will indeed forget the passage of time.

"Now serve the dishes you made to your little teacher. He will definitely notice your thoughts. Remember to add less salt."

Thousands of words turned into one suggestion, the old black snake flicked his tail and pulled Talulah out of the entire mental space.

Tallulah, who was lying on the bed, woke up instantly. Looking at the light coming from outside the tent, she suddenly became more confident!

She took her apron and rushed directly into the kitchen of the logistics department.

Early in the morning, I saw Alina preparing breakfast for the entire army and counting all the supplies for the integration movement.

Alina was frightened when she saw a certain dragon that had just rushed out, and she immediately protected her kitchen.

"Xiaota, the kitchen can't withstand your second demolition. Can you find another place?"

Speaking of this dragon's cooking deeds, I can't even tell you how many days and nights he cooked. He could burn down the entire kitchen while cooking, and it wasn't just any ordinary cooking.

Alina could never forget the flames that shot into the sky in her kitchen when the camp was about to be moved.

So no matter what, Alina couldn't let her friend step into the kitchen again, otherwise the whole camp would be hungry.

"Alina, please, I only need two eggs and a handful of leeks. Please, help me!"

Looking at the silly dragon who was begging for her with her hands clasped together, the soft-hearted Alina put down the spatula protecting the stove, sighed and took out two eggs from the few egg baskets next to her.

And he took out a handful of leeks from the seized supplies nearby and handed these things to Tallulah.

He also warned: "Xiaota, if you don't do it well this time, don't do it again. We are still in short supply of these things in the camp. These eggs are for the children to replenish their bodies."

Tallulah nodded, and then she wanted to go inside the aircraft and call her little teacher to admire her cooking steps.

But as soon as Tallulah stepped onto the ice, she saw a scene that almost caused the egg in her hand to break.

Huang Cheng and Ceria walked towards him hand in hand.

"Hello, Miss Tallulah, I'm here to fulfill my promise. This is the distribution table of the physical conditions of the infected people in your camp."

After throwing the form in her hand to Tallulah, Ceria walked to Huang Cheng's tent inside the camp.

Although she was very unhappy, Tallulah still took the form in her hand to her tent and observed it carefully.

This is a major event related to their entire camp, and to some extent determines the development direction of their camp.

It seems that I can only make this meal at noon.

Tallulah looked slightly regretful.