Home Cook

Xiao Zheng looked at Bai Ye pitifully.

However, the more he was like this, the more Bai Ye resisted the so-called "going home", he always felt that it might be a pit waiting for him to jump.

"Why do you insist that I go back with you? Could it be that there is a throne waiting for me to inherit?"

Bai Ye said angrily.

daytime:"....."

Although there is no throne, there is a similar seat waiting for you.

He muttered silently in his heart.

In fact, he tried so hard to persuade him, apart from the fear of going back to be beaten after the mission failed, he also really hoped that his cousin Bai Ye could go back with him, because then the pressure on him would be relieved a lot. .

To be honest, because the Bai family has been outstanding for two consecutive generations, from grandfather to uncle and father, this has led to high expectations in the organization for him as the third generation of the Bai family. It's not good to be directly crushed by that pressure. He really bears a weight that a child can't bear.

Although everyone respects him now as the young master, he actually doesn't want to be the young master at all. If possible, he hopes that he can dive into the organization's cooking skills library alone to study those dark cooking skills. It's not like starting to take over the troublesome, deadly business of the organization as it is now.

It's a waste of time to deal with those miscellaneous facts, which makes him dislike the self-proclaimed researcher. It's a pity that he is the only one in the Bai family, so he has to take this responsibility without any other choice. .

But isn't that an option now?

Looking at the cousin in front of him during the day, his eyes are full of scorching heat, just like someone who is dying of thirst in the desert finally sees an oasis.

As long as I fool my cousin back, won't I be free? At worst, I can share the pressure with multiple people, so I have more time for research.

He calculated happily in his heart.

However, this cousin is dead brains and doesn't want to go home at all. This is a big problem.

........

Bai Ye looked at the frowning little guy and thought that he was really afraid that he would not be able to complete the task given by his elders and go back to be punished.

After all, it was his own fault. It seemed a bit unreasonable if this cheap cousin was beaten, but he suggested it when his heart softened.

"If you are afraid of punishment, you can try to contact your family now, and I can explain it to you."

..........

Contact your family?

Well, it seems to be possible. He is a researcher who is not good at persuading his cousin, but Dad is very good at persuading others. If Dad can't convince his cousin, he will be embarrassed to beat me when he goes back.

As soon as Xiao Zhengtai summed it up, he felt that there was nothing wrong with the proposal, so he took out his mobile phone on the spot and dialed the phone skillfully.

"Hey, Dad, I found my cousin..."

.............

Above the vast ocean, an island that can't be found on the map at all is the base of the dark cooking world.

There is a valley in the center of the island, in the valley is a small and medium-sized village, and in the center of the village is a huge manor as luxurious as a palace.

At this time, in the study room of the manor's main residence, two people were talking about things.

Sitting on the Taishi chair behind the desk is an old man. This is an ordinary-looking old man with gray hair, a weather-beaten wrinkled face, and slightly squinted eyes that look kind and kind. No one would have thought of such an old man. It will be the big boss who has ruled the dark cooking world for decades.

And in front of the desk, there is another person standing, that is a beautiful middle-aged man, just standing there, his posture is outstanding, and he has a certain bearing, which makes people think of a gentleman like jade. general idea.

"Xiaotian should be in the eleventh district, right?"

The old man put down the document in his hand and suddenly asked the middle-aged man.

"Well, I arrived last night. Today, I should have started to help Nakiri thistle to start occupying Totsuki."

The middle-aged man nodded and replied.

"Nakiri thistle, if that kid is not obsessed with the past and has extreme ideas, his future should be broader."

The old man seemed to recall it for a moment, and then shook his head regretfully.

"But that's fine. It's not bad to take Totsuki as he wants. The old ghost Nakiri left the eleventh district a few months ago, and now Totsuki only has two or three big cats and kittens left. With Xiaotian's ability, this task is not too difficult."

"Winning Yuanyue is equivalent to winning the eleventh district, South Korea, Asan, Maoxiong, plus the eleventh district, the layout of the forces around Huaxia is almost the same, and we have planned a counter-offensive plan for so long. The preparations are almost complete.”

"Please rest assured, according to the Totsuki school rules formulated by Master Nakiri, this is a contest between young people, and Tian'er's strength is still ranked among the younger generation, even if it is Master Nakiri's one. The granddaughter with the tongue of God should not be his opponent either."

Speaking of his son, the middle-aged man showed a slightly proud smile on his face.

"Well, Tian'er is not bad. Except for Sheng'er, I haven't seen anyone else who can match him at this age. Even if you were Mo'er, you were a little worse back then."

The old man also smiled with relief, but it seemed that he thought of something sad, and the smile on his face quickly subsided.

"Father, you are joking, how can Tian'er's three-legged cat ability be compared with his elder brother, he is..."

Speaking of his brother, the middle-aged man's face was filled with admiration that could not be concealed. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by the old man.

"Okay, I don't want to mention him, that **** is a bastard."

As if he had been touched by an inverse scale, the old man's tone suddenly became unkind, and his squinted eyes opened a little, just with the movement of opening his eyes, the original benevolent eyebrows were completely destroyed, terrifying. The aura rose from the old man, as if the ordinary old man had turned into a monster that devoured him in an instant, and the air in the study was condensed.

The middle-aged man who was interrupted didn't seem to notice the momentum of the old man. He just closed his mouth helplessly, but he didn't want to change the admiration on his face. He always respected his father only when it came to the issue of his brother. It would appear that he was a little disobedient to his father.

However, the old man was accustomed to this, and he soon lost his anger, squinted his eyes again, and turned into an ordinary old man with kind-hearted eyes.

After that, the old man's lips moved, but closed again, he struggled for a few seconds, and finally couldn't hold back.

"What about the child? Any news recently?"

Hearing this question from his father, the middle-aged man smiled.

"I asked Tian'er to look for it by the way, and there should be news soon."

"Who asked you to look for it? Isn't that **** able to do it? Back then, when he said he was carrying a burden, he would put a burden on it. How could his son not be able to take care of it? Huaxia, who was still excluded, couldn't stay any longer. He was completely lost. It's the face of my white family."

The old man suddenly became angry again, and he muttered a lot of complaints.

Just before he had an attack~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A cell phone rang suddenly in the study.

The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and looked at the "son" on the caller ID on the phone. He immediately pointed to the phone and said to the old man.

"Xiaotian's call should be about the child. I know you don't like to hear it, so I'll go out to answer it."

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and looked like he was really ready to go out.

"One, two..."

Turning around, he counted silently in his heart, and then unexpectedly heard the old man's roar.

"I took a call and went out to answer it. If there is any secret that my old man can't hear, get me back."

"That's what you said, then I'll take it. Don't lose your temper again later."

The middle-aged man walked back with a smirk, and answered the phone.

The old man on the side sat upright and picked up the document just put down on the table, as if he was looking at the document, as if I didn't care about the content of the phone call, but his ears shook inadvertently.

"Dad, I found my cousin..."

The voice came over the phone, and then...

click...

The middle-aged man looked at the mobile phone that he accidentally crushed in his hand with some embarrassment. He looked up and saw the old man with his eyes completely open.

"That, Dad, it was a mistake..."

"I missed your head..."

The document in the old man's hand had long since become shredded. He stood up with a slap, and slapped the desk to pieces with a slap. The loud roar resounded throughout the manor.

"I'm going to change my phone right now."

The middle-aged man was about to flee, but he saw that the old man couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and called with a string of afterimages.

"During the day, bring your cousin back to me immediately. If you can't bring it back, don't come back."