Murasame Smells So Good (I Mean Her Cooking)

It's a princess carry.

At this moment, Yaochuan Guang's legs were dangling, and he was lying in Lantian Zhu's arms. His lips were slightly open, his tongue was hanging down, and his pink tongue tip was exposed.

It seems so.

"Asleep? Or exhausted?"

Cong Yu asked this question, while Lantian Zhu looked Sorrow and said, "Little Guang is beyond saving. We'll bury her tomorrow."

That's what they say, but it's obviously an act.

Moreover, I have never seen a magical girl die with her body intact... Even when the most famous "Black Death Witch" of the 17th century went on a killing spree, the vast majority of the dead were ordinary people and small animals. The magical girls and paladins who participated in the battle basically just fell ill and recovered after a year of recuperation.

Still lively and energetic.

As for Lantian Zhu, Yaochuan Guang opened his eyes wearily and muttered weakly, "Don't bury me."

"..." Then, Yaochuan Guang, who was lying on the sofa, slowly began to explain the situation, "I killed that weirdo... and I got hit too."

It was a bit ambiguous, but one couldn't expect Yaochuan Guang, whose face was flushed, to explain things clearly.

Lantian Zhu, while preparing a damp towel, recounted the entire incident from beginning to end... starting with their attack.

The situation is actually not complicated.

He was basically a weirdo covered in pustules, and his magic was rather disgusting. Lantian Zhu knew something was wrong at a glance.

As a result, Yaochuan Guang went in with a "whoosh," using her favorite fighting style of trading injury for death.

He blocked the opponent's attack with his left hand, then used a powerful attack to instantly kill the opponent.

As a result, her left hand started to fester, and Lantian Zhu quickly cut it off. Now her arm has grown back.

As a result, Yaochuan Guang developed a high fever.

The area where that strange person lived is now sealed off, and they've requested assistance from the magical girls in Central City who can perform purification or similar spells.

Even passersby in the province who wander around carelessly can get infected.

It's that simple.

"Hmm, I can't really comment."

As Cong Yu said this, she covered Yaochuan Guang with a blanket, and the drowsy Yaochuan Guang rolled over and curled up inside the blanket.

Then I drifted off to sleep.

Xiao Cui gave the correct assessment, and as Cong Yu's mouthpiece, she spoke for the two... or rather, the three of them, sharing the same thought.

"Sister Yaochuan is really stupid..."

Indeed, but thankfully it's just an illness.

And she doesn't seem to be in any serious condition... Given a magical girl's constitution, she'll probably only need a few days of rest at most.

With this thought in mind, Cong Yu watched as Yaochuan Guang remained in a sleeping position, slowly wriggling towards him.

Finally, she pressed her face against his leg and began to breathe evenly without moving.

However, my neck is completely crooked, and I wake up with 100% neck pain.

With this in mind, Cong Yu moved Yaochuan Guang's head onto her lap, buried her hands in her golden hair, and gently combed it.

Xiao Cui: "..."

Lantian Zhu: "..."

What? Why are you looking at me with envy? Are you guys out of your minds...? Yaochuan Guang a patient, a patient!

Lantian Zhu withdrew his gaze and looked at the television screen.

Sometimes, Lantian Zhu really doesn't know Yaochuan Guang smart or stupid... He goes in like a brute, only to get beaten up and fall ill.

Now, however, they've even gotten the benefit of a lap pillow.

Could it be that...

Little Guang actually a genius?

Or is she just lucky despite being a fool?!

--

"..."

"Hmm--"

"..." In a daze, Yaochuan Guang opened her eyes. Lying on the sofa, she lifted her head off the pillow.

I picked up my phone and looked at it...

It's almost time to make dinner.

With this thought in mind, Yaochuan Guang prepared to get up, but was stopped by Lantian Zhu, who was sitting on the other side. "Cong Yu said he'll cook, you can continue sleeping."

As Lantian Zhu spoke, Yaochuan Guang felt dizzy, nodded, and lay back down.

Although Lantian Zhu and Xiao Cui were both a little worried about Cong Yu's cooking skills.

However, Yaochuan Guang had seen Cong Yu eat breakfast before... It was obviously made by himself, and it looked pretty good.

So there's probably not much to worry about.

Then, Cong Yu's voice came from the kitchen. "Lantian Zhu, Xiao Cui... can you eat spicy food? Ask Yaochuan Guang if he can."

In response, Lantian Zhu immediately chimed in, saying, "I can eat a little... so can Little Guang."

Xiao Cui expressed the same sentiment.

"Oh, then I'm relieved... I'm quite confident in my China cooking skills. What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?"

In response to Cong Yu's words, Lantian Zhu immediately chimed in, "I want Texas blueberry muffins and Sreel milk cereal."

As always, Lantian Zhu's demands were both strange and complicated.

Just like before when I wanted to eat German-style grilled flounder and Italy pineapple pizza (laughs), generally speaking...

At this point, Yaochuan Guang would jokingly scold, "If you wanted to eat it, you should have said so earlier!"

If so.

However, Cong Yu himself doesn't seem to care much about this...

"Okay, then let's have American breakfast tomorrow."

Cong Yu simply said that.

And he can guarantee it's authentic American style.

Chapter 232 The Cong Yu Smells Good (Referring to cooking)

Cong Yu... this person can cook.

Yes, I can "sort of" cook.

In the previous world, Cong Yu would sometimes cook for herself, which was an extremely impressive talent.

However, at that time it was not considered a talent.

Because buying ingredients is more expensive.

It's somewhat counterintuitive... buying ready-made food, ordering what's called "takeout," is more cost-effective than buying ingredients and cooking yourself.

There are many reasons, such as pre-made meals, pre-made set meals, synthetic meat, synthetic eggs, etc. So this can probably only be considered a hobby.

People of this era might find it hard to understand...

Just as when Coca-Cola was first invented, people didn't understand why one day, in some places, Coca-Cola would be cheaper than bottled water.

As for Cong Yu's cooking skills...

If I had to give a precise definition, it would be at the level of home-cooked food... and in the context of this world, it would also be at the level of home-cooked food.

It was neither a delicacy nor a grand feast.

Of course, "feast level" usually refers to the abundance of dishes rather than their deliciousness.

It wasn't a state banquet or anything like that...

"Mapo tofu, black pepper beef, Kung Pao chicken, stir-fried vegetables, seaweed soup... four dishes and a soup--"

Cong Yu muttered to herself, then thought for a moment and suddenly realized that she should take a few more bowls to portion out the food.

Because in Japan, they serve meals individually.

Cong Yu wasn't going to judge who was right and who was wrong, who was beneficial and who was harmless... because he hadn't actually had many enjoyable meals with his family at the table.

However, it's fine to follow local customs in such insignificant places... but as for Yin X's approach of following local customs, he would respectfully accept it without thanks.

The main concerns are toilets and food hygiene.

Cong Yu found it hard to accept... The former was psychological, the latter physiological.

With this in mind, Cong Yu shook her head, trying to banish the images of Hu Hu and India bees from her mind.

"Sniff--"

At this moment, Xiao Cui had already come over, drawn by the aroma... She looked curiously at Cong Yu, who was still working on the project. "Brother Cong Yu, it smells so good."

Cong Yu: "..."

He wanted to suggest that Xiao Cui add appropriate pauses when she spoke, but he didn't say anything about it.

After all, Xiao Cui is just a child.

"They probably smelled the black pepper sauce?"

As Cong Yu spoke, wearing Yaochuan Guang's apron, he twirled the spatula in his hand. "Would you like to try a piece of chicken?"

"Um!"

As Xiao Cui blinked expectantly, Cong Yu, who was simultaneously reducing the sauce of Kung Pao Chicken and simmering seaweed soup, gave Xiao Cui a piece of food.

Wow, this is delicious!

As she called out, Xiao Cui's face lit up with approval, and she ran back to report, "Don't worry, Sister Little Lan, it's edible."

"..." Cong Yu: "???"

So all that was about spying?!

Don't you trust me at all?

With this in mind, Cong Yu shook her head as she served the three dishes, and then started making Mapo Tofu while simmering the soup.

The process perfectly illustrates what "Hua Xigeng's boiling water" means, which is a kind of time management method.

This means doing one thing while doing another or several other things, in order to make good use of time and complete multiple tasks at the same time.

The entire kitchen seemed to have become a stage, and Cong Yu was the director in charge of everything... Every movement and every moment was carefully calculated.

While Cong Yu was carrying the soup and dishes out, Yaochuan Guang had already woken up and was waiting for his meal, half-asleep, under the watchful eyes of Lantian Zhu and Xiao Cui.

She didn't seem to have much of an appetite and didn't serve herself much rice.

Speaking of which...

Cong Yu suddenly thought of a question—is it really okay to feed patients spicy food, like black pepper beef tenderloin?

Well, because it's a magical girl...

So, maybe, perhaps, maybe it doesn't matter... right?

"I'm starting." x2

"I... start eating..."

Cong Yu: "..."

Amidst the listless voices of Lantian Zhu, Xiao Cui, and Yaochuan Guang, everyone began to eat their meal with heavy slurping.

"Ah... delicious--"

Yaochuan Guang sighed softly, looking surprisingly delicate, as she put another spoonful of hot Mapo Tofu into her mouth. "It tastes good... but it's a bit spicy."