Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Or, let's take another example. In fairy tales, foxes and pigs are the protagonists. They live in houses, eat, and work on the farm. Do these things happen in real life? Have you ever wondered why pigs in real life can't talk, cultivate fields, wear clothes, or walk on two legs?

Feng Lan came at a good time. At least Yehua was still an innocent child. Her thinking was also like a child's, simple and pure. If she had come later and met Heiyehua, she would be finished. Yehua would not listen to anything she said, and would die with her if she said a word of advice.

Feng Lan has that ability, but she has doubts about Ye Hua's identity before entering the copy. Even now that she has entered, she still doesn't need to worry because Ye Hua looks like a harmless little girl.

"Miss Yehua has probably never seen anyone cooking," Feng Lan was not worried that fireworks or anything else would pollute Yehua.

She felt that the current approach of the game was not working, and that brainwashing and emphasizing one thing was not enough, because these actions could not fundamentally solve the problem. Yehua needed a new, warm, sunny memory that would not be eroded and swallowed up after the truth was discovered, to hold on to her heart.

Castles in the air will eventually collapse.

Feng Lan carried Ye Hua to the bottom floor. She checked the rice, flour and vegetables that had been there for who knows how long. She didn't know what this tower was, but these vegetables looked quite fresh, as if time had been frozen.

"It's edible."

Feng Lan held Ye Hua in her arms, but it didn't stop her from doing things.

Yehua sat steadily on Feng Lan's shoulder, watching her pick a few tomatoes, a handful of green vegetables, two eggs, and a handful of noodles.

Then he went back to the kitchen. Feng Lan thought about it and put Ye Hua on the long table next to the stove. The table was wide enough to accommodate her, so Ye Hua didn't think it was a big deal.

"Crash..."

The faucet was turned on and water rushed out. Feng Lan put green vegetables and red tomatoes in. As the water flow increased, the round tomatoes and leaves floated up and spun in circles.

“Ah…water!”

Yehua came over in two steps and squatted beside the sink, watching Fenglan washing the leaves. Fenglan looked at Yehua's surprised face, her eyes fixed on the vegetables spinning in the vortex, her mouth slightly open, and she looked a little amused. "Miss Yehua, could you please bring me the cutting board? It's right there."

Feng Lan pointed in a direction. It was the first time for Ye Hua to do this. "Okay." She stood up, turned her head to look, then ran over on the table which was too wide for her, and ran back with the chopping board in her arms.

This is so different from her previous life!

Yehua used to wake up naturally every day, have breakfast, watch the sunrise, read a book, or play in the toy room for half a day, then have lunch, read a book in the afternoon, or walk around the tower, but what she does most recently is lying on the window and looking at the world outside.

Day after day, Yehua felt like...she wanted to jump off the tower.

Why does she have to stay in this tower?

"Miss Yehua, please stand back. The oil will splash and it's very hot."

Feng Lan cut the vegetables and tomatoes, beat the eggs, and prepared to scramble tomato and egg dishes.

Yehua came back to her senses from her hopeless memories, responded obediently, and carefully followed Feng Lan's words to stand further away. She had never seen anyone cook before!

"Thorn-"

The egg was put in the hot oil and swelled up, and a big round fried egg was ready. The aroma was very tempting. Yehua took a sip and felt a little hungry.

She took out the fried eggs and added the tomatoes. The tomatoes, which were full of juice, finally exploded and made crackling sounds. Yehua was startled by the sight, but the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes made her feel like her mouth was constantly filled with water.

Fry the tomatoes until they release their juice, put the fried eggs back in and crush them with a spatula. The mixed aroma will spread throughout the room. Then add the green vegetables, water, bring to a boil and add the noodles.

Feng Lan simply added seasonings and a bowl of tomato and egg noodles was ready.

"So this is how cooking is done." Ye Hua watched from the side, and inevitably her body was covered in a lot of smoke.

Feng Lan took her down from the platform and asked softly, "Would you like to try some?"

"Yes!" Yehua nodded vigorously.

Feng Lan took a small bowl and picked out some egg and tomato noodles and a piece of green vegetable for Ye Hua, which could be finished in two bites at most.

She sat opposite Yehua, holding a big bowl and eating with chopsticks.

Yehua used a fork. She looked at the fork in her hand, then at the chopsticks in Fenglan's hand, "Butler Lan, why are we using different tableware?"

"Because I come from far away, many of my living habits are different from those here at Miss Yehua's place."

"How far is far away?"

"Just like in the story, we have to cross many mountains, streams, canyons, and even more distances before we can reach Miss Yehua."

"Wow, is Butler Lan my prince?"

"No, I'm Miss Yehua's housekeeper," Feng Lan sipped a mouthful of noodles with a gentle smile on her face, "The prince is probably still on his way on horseback."