God Descends the Second Element

Today, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu felt a little unwell, and asked for leave from the school. She was lying in bed resting, when a phone call came from home suddenly, and her parents happened to be out, so she had to get up and answer it by herself.

"What Aunt Tamaki wants to say is related to Yako?" Kasumigaoka Shiwa sat on the sofa and sat upright. From the outside, except for his pale face, there was no other problem. He looked as elegant as a Yamato Nadeko, The tone was full of etiquette.

"Actually, that child, Ako, is going to meet with friends in the game this Saturday morning. Auntie is afraid that Ako will have an accident alone. I hope Shiwa-chan can go with Ako. The place is at the maid cafe in Akihabara .”

Mrs. Tamaki patted Majestic's chest worriedly. If there were men present, it would definitely be a feast for the eyes. Unfortunately, the people present were all women, and they all belonged to the "career-successful" type.

"Mother……"

Yazi Yuzhi muttered dissatisfiedly, before she finished speaking, there was an extra soft hand on her little head that was stroking her.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's complexion changed, or because of physical discomfort, he changed into an expression of pear blossoms with rain at this time, his face was slightly pale, looked at Yazi Tamaki pitifully, and whispered: "Yazi has Don’t want to be friends with me if you don’t have friends in the game?”

"No! Shiwa-chan is Ako's important friend!!"

"Then I also want to go to that offline party with Yazi, can't I?"

"Well... I see."

Yazi Yuzhi had a tangled expression, and his hands were lightly crossed and knotted, looking cute and cute.

"Great, huh? What's that smell..."

There seemed to be some kind of burnt smell mixed in the air. Xiazhiqiu Shiyu sniffed lightly, as if it was the smell coming from the kitchen, kindly reminded Mrs. Yuzhi who was in a state of peace of mind, and said: "Aunt Yuzhi, that Is there something in the kitchen?"

"Ah! Oops!! My cooking!!!"

Mrs. Yuzhi exclaimed, and then suddenly remembered the cooking in the kitchen. When she left just now, she forgot to turn off the fire, so she turned around and went into the kitchen.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu smiled slightly, Mrs. Yuzhi in such a confused state is rare, took out her mobile phone and left a message to her friend Shenzhu on Penguin.

[Xia Shizi: This Saturday, I will accompany my friends to the maid cafe in Akihabara to attend an offline party, hoping not to meet weird people. 】

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Wang Hao came out of the manga internet cafe and calculated the time. There were still two hours before Zhenbai finished school. He drove around boringly to pass the time. Halfway through the drive, his stomach protested.

He subconsciously slowed down the driving speed. He hasn't eaten since early morning, and it's a pity that he got up so early and made breakfast.

As for Shiina Mashiro, Wang Hao carefully prepared a bento for her, but he is still hungry now.

There are still two hours, but I can fill my stomach before picking up Zhenbai.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.

After parking the car, his eyes were attracted by a restaurant on the street. The number of people queuing in front of him really frightened him. There were dozens of people in the long queue.

To make so many people line up willingly, there must be excellent cuisine, and Wang Hao was also aroused curiosity.

"Excuse me, is there anything special about this restaurant?"

After Wang Hao lined up, he asked a middle-aged man in front.

The middle-aged uncle was taken aback by his question, watched Wang Hao carefully for a while, and after confirming that the other party was not teasing him, he said enthusiastically: "This is the first time for this little brother to come to [Lucky Ping Hotel]? But wait. After you taste the food in this restaurant, you will definitely be overwhelmed by it, because it is so delicious, it is definitely a gourmet paradise!!"

The middle-aged uncle seemed to think of something beautiful, and a trace of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth inadvertently, and then sighed in a low voice: "However, the owner of this store seems to be closing for a while recently, which is really regrettable."

Food heaven? Hearing that Wang Hao squinted his eyes slightly, although there are elements of exaggeration in it, the charm of this store can be seen from the free publicity that can make customers so enthusiastic.

After queuing for nearly five minutes, it was Wang Hao's turn. He looked up at the menu pasted on the wall of the shop, scanned quickly, and finally settled on the fried rice. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Please order a golden egg Fried rice, thank you."

"Please wait for a moment!"

The cook in the kitchen is a young man about the same size as Wang Hao, with fiery red hair full of enthusiasm, a long white scarf tied on his head, and a cut scar on his left eyebrow. He is about 1.7 meters tall.

The red-haired boy cooks very fast, so fast that he can serve meals for dozens of customers present at the same time.

In the process of cooking, there was no confusion at all, and his expression was easy to handle.

The strength of the arm holding the pot should not be underestimated, taking care of the production of two dishes at the same time, and the solid knife skills are eye-catching.

The three aspects of fast, precise and ruthless are all in place, which is very in line with the basic requirements of public restaurants. From these three aspects, it can be judged that he has at least ten years of cooking experience.

This red-haired boy looks about fifteen years old, but he has more than ten years of cooking experience. He must have specialized in cooking since he was a few years old. He has worked hard in the kitchen for more than ten years to have this solid cooking experience. Basic skills.

This led to the appearance of only fifteen years old, but when cooking, it made people feel old-fashioned.

At this age, his culinary skills are enough to put most chefs to shame. He should be said to be a culinary genius, but there is always a sense of ordinaryness around the red-haired boy.

Wang Hao found an empty seat at random, and just over two minutes after he sat down, the golden egg fried rice he ordered was served, and the red-haired boy Xing Ping Chuangzhen went back to work in the kitchen.

From the appearance, compared with the egg fried rice in other general restaurants, this Golden Egg Fried Rice is indeed more crystal clear and smooth. It will make people intoxicated.

Picking up the spoon and taking a sip to taste, Wang Hao's eyes flashed, when the fragrant taste filled the inside of the mouth, without a trace of extra miscellaneous taste, the rice in the mouth seemed to touch the winter snow of Chunyang, and it melted silently, A unique warm current flows into the heart and flows through the meridians throughout the body.

There was a touch of warmth deep in his heart, something tightly surrounded him, and he saw a round of warm golden sun hanging in the sky, casting gentle sunlight to shine on the earth, dispelling the endless darkness.

He closed his eyes, and vaguely saw two figures who had never met before, but inexplicably gave him the feeling that they had met each other before, as if they had met somewhere...