The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

"Of course fishing is fun! The luminous electronic float is so interesting. The red, yellow and green colors are like a light show. No, it should be like a traffic light."

Bai Shuiru had no doubts and excitedly recalled the night fishing experience just now:

"Boss, do you think aquatic creatures also need to obey traffic rules..."

Heihuo Mian looked relaxed immediately, and he skillfully removed the scales, cut open the belly, scooped out the internal organs, rinsed the fish, rubbed salt on it, and marinated it with cooking wine.

"Wow! Boss, you can wield a knife so skillfully even with sunglasses on!"

The man curled the corners of his lips, looking down at her and clearly seeing the light in her eyes through his sunglasses.

"Worship?"

"I admire you." The little girl nodded perfunctorily. I only admire craftsmen.

“I’m afraid you’re saying in your heart,” the man turned and opened the refrigerator, “you really admire the craftsmanship.”

Bai Shuiru was startled and quickly shook her head, "No, no! Using a kitchen knife is also a manual job."

She smiled and picked up the scissors and started to cut a piece of dried white fungus. With the sound of "clicking", the white fungus shavings fell all over the table like snowflakes.

She was having fun when a can of ice cream with a new flavor was placed in front of her by a big hand.

"Hey, it tastes like red dates! Can I eat a few more cans to replenish my blood?"

Bai Shuiru took a mouthful of ice cream, closed her eyes, and sighed, "I declare this is my favorite flavor at the moment."

"As long as you like it." Hei Huomian smiled dotingly.

"Boss, how come your cooking skills are so great? Did you live a poor life when you were studying abroad? Did you do your own laundry and cooking, and earn pocket money by walking other people's dogs and delivering newspapers?"

After Hei Huomian collected the kitchen waste and put it into the classified trash can, he started heating the oil pan.

"When I was 5 years old, I wanted to eat the lotus omelette made by my mother, but they were not at home..."

The cheerful "sizzling" sound of the fish being put into the hot pot made the man's voice sound even more depressed and aggrieved.

"And I didn't want to eat the food prepared by the aunties, so I had to try to cook it myself."

Bai Shuiru gently patted his strong, muscular upper arms and comforted him:

"When we were fishing just now, Mr. Hei told me that they felt very guilty for leaving you alone at home when you were a child. This was an act of irresponsible parenting."

"Although no matter what I say or do now, it can't make up for the hurt you suffered when you were young."

The little girl lowered her eyes and paused for half a minute before continuing:

"But your parents are still with you. You still have the opportunity to let them spend more time with you, and you can also spend more time with them. This way, you have double the company, and it will be worth it soon!"

I forgot her background...

The man's vision quickly lost focus, and when he turned back to look at Bai Shuiru, he was already smiling faintly.

"Maybe I blamed them when I was a kid, but that was a long, long time ago."

Bai Shuiru caught the sympathy in his look at her and responded with a knowing smile.

"A long, long, long time. How long is that?"

Hei Huomian glanced at the little girl who was sitting directly on the center counter, eating ice cream and listening to stories. "Long enough for you to help me cut the ginger into slices."

"Oh oh oh~!"

A little girl dropped her ice cream, picked up a kitchen knife and started helping in the kitchen, cutting a slice of ginger every ten seconds. Looking at the ginger slices of varying thicknesses on the chopping board, she looked at the kitchen knife in her hand with complaint.

It seems that I didn't inherit any of my original body's skills in the kitchen.

"The ice cream won't taste good if it melts." Hei Huomian stuffed the ice cream and spoon into Bai Shuiru's hand.

Bai Shuiru took the ice cream respectfully and ate it with a smile.

"It's so sweet!"

Bai Shuiru held a mouthful of ice cream in her mouth, and she exclaimed in admiration for no apparent reason, while she raised her eyebrows mischievously at the man next to her.

"Does the boss want to make a living for the future boss's wife?"

The man paused, turned his head and looked at the girl very seriously, and asked word by word:

"Do you think she would dislike me doing this?"

"Cook for her yourself? Why don't you like it?"

"She once left without saying goodbye..." the man said, lowering his head.

Bai Shuiru felt as if she could see the loneliness in Hei Huomian's eyes behind his sunglasses, which gradually grew like the colorful fireworks in the night sky, and then became lonely after the prosperity.

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding? Maybe there is something she can't tell you, uh..."

Bai Shuiru held the spoon in her mouth, racking her brains and finally coming up with a word: "Fear?"

At least that was the reason why she left Muxian.

"fear?"

Hei Huomian was just worrying about the meaning of this when he saw a maid slowly walking into the kitchen, holding a stack of packaged vegetables that was high enough to cover her eyes.

"I'll help you."

Bai Shuiru hurried forward and carefully took away the top few boxes, "Hey, are you new here?"

The maid wearing a mask nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to take over my shift." She clumsily put the vegetables into the refrigerator.

"That's what I said! I know everyone in the manor, especially those in the kitchen area."

Bai Shuiru was helping pass the vegetables and quietly reminded:

"Aunt Zhang and her friends usually put white asparagus in the second compartment. Oh, white mushrooms go there."

"……Thanks."

"This isn't your first time filling in for someone else, is it? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

"...Yes, several times."

Hearing this, Hei Huomian subconsciously looked at the maid, and then heard Bai Shuiru say:

"No wonder, I was wondering why I felt like I had seen you somewhere before."

Bai Shuiru finished the last bit of ice cream and put the spoon and tall glass bowl back on the center island.

The maid thanked him, picked up the ice cream bowl and spoon and turned to wash them.

"Oh, you don't need to wash the spoon, I'll just use it to drink the soup later."

The maid turned around, nodded, handed the spoon back to Bai Shuiru, and left the kitchen.

Outside the kitchen.

"I told you this little girl can get along."

Hei Zhan Ze held his youngest son and You Tiao in one hand, and tightened his grip around his beloved wife Huan's waist.

Jing Youxi pursed his lips slightly and shook his head.

"That's right, but hasn't our son confirmed whether she is a little brush?"

Hei Huomian poured the fish soup into a casserole and placed it on the center island. He leaned back and raised his voice to the outside of the kitchen:

"Everyone is tired of standing, how about we go somewhere else for supper tonight?"

"Drink soup! Drink soup every night!"

With the sound of clattering footsteps, Hei Huowan was the first to be let into the kitchen, followed by Xiao Youtiao who was barking excitedly, and finally Hei Zhan Ze and his wife who were holding hands and looking affectionate.

"It's rare for my wife Mianmian to cook, so we'll support her no matter where we eat!"

Jing Youxi stepped forward, held his eldest son’s face with his hands, and kissed him hard.

"Mom~!" Hei Huomian quickly reached out and grabbed a tissue to wipe the lipstick mark on her cheek.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have kissed our daughter in front of young girls."

Jing Youxi coaxed her eldest son, then turned around and threw herself into her husband's arms, crying falsely:

"Zhanzhan, our Mianmian has finally grown up~!"

Hei Zhan Ze cooperated by patting his wife's back and winking at his eldest son.

Bai Shuiru pointed at herself a little slowly:?

"I'm not kidding." Hei Huomian turned around and scooped up a spoonful of thick white soup to taste it.

"Let me help you get the cutlery... ah~!"

Bai Shuiru only felt a pair of large hands holding her waist, and then she was lifted up and arranged to sit on the edge of the center island, looking straight into Hei Huomian's eyes.

"Boss..." the little girl whispered in embarrassment. She quickly glanced at Hei Zhan Ze and his wife, twisted her body and was about to jump off the counter.

But Jing Youxi said coquettishly: "Zhanzhan, I want one too~!"

"Okay~! My Xixi baby!"

Hei Zhan Ze also easily carried his beloved wife to sit on the center island, put his face close to her, and welcomed her sweet kiss as a reward.

Only the sticky ball and the puppy were left jumping on the ground, trying to attract attention.

"Ah~ Wanwan, Wanwan also wants to lift you up high!"

"Wang Wang!"

Jing Youxi raised her hand and placed it on her husband's shoulder. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows to look at the little girl. "This visual angle is good, isn't it, Shuiru?"

Bai Shuiru was looking into Hei Huomian's eyes. She lowered her eyes in surprise when she heard the question. After five seconds, she turned her head stiffly and nodded to Jing Youxi, "Uh, ha, yes, it's not bad."

"Yeah~! Wanwan, Wanwan also wants to lift you up high!"

"Wow woof, woof!"

Having been ignored by the annoying adults for a long time, Nuotuanzi and the puppy looked at each other and began to be self-reliant. They just brought a stool by themselves and were ready to climb up, but were carried to the center island by two men respectively.

The black chef scooped soup for everyone, raised the bowl and simply said "blessings for the soup". The "family" happily started their midnight snack time, and they praised the delicious fish soup one after another.

Bai Shuiru blew the fish soup in the spoon to cool it down, took a sip, and while savoring it, he looked at Hei Huomian, frowned slightly, and asked hesitantly:

"Boss, did you put peppercorns in the soup?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"I think that tongue and lips should be natural..."

Bai Shuiru's pronunciation became increasingly unclear, and saliva was already flowing down the corners of his lips.

Her hands loosened, and the soup bowl and spoon fell to the ground with a clang. She raised her hands and tried to press on her throat while taking long, weak breaths.