Villain: The Scumbag Heroines Are All Coquettish

After another two days and one night of traveling, Su Mu and Yang Zihui finally returned to the small village.

"I'm exhausted..." As soon as she entered the dilapidated old house, Su Mu slumped on the wicker chair like a dead fish.

He tilted his head casually, his hands limp on the rattan chair, and he looked exactly like Uncle Ge You.

As soon as Yang Zihui came in, she saw Su Mu looking like she was dying. She was a girl, and she also walked for two days and one night, and she was not as exaggerated as Su Mu.

"I see you, you are weak and weak, not even as good as a girl like me." Yang Zihui pinched her waist and waved her big hand: "I'll make up for you!"

"Nice? What can I do to make up for me? My physical fitness is quite strong!" Su Mu's words are true, if he is not facing those horrible sick people.

Even an orthodox boxer is not his opponent!

He didn't even have to do it himself, he just said, "Have a drink!"

A two-meter-tall boxer would get drunk and, under Su Mu's order, do push-ups all day and all night, and eventually collapse from exhaustion.

"Wooden fish head..." Yang Zihui muttered softly.

She actually wanted to cook soup for Fusu with her own hands, and wanted Fusu to taste her own cooking.

"I don't care, you are weak anyway, wait for me to make you a pot of old chicken soup!" Yang Zihui didn't seem to be tired at all, and ran to the chicken coop briskly.

"Hee hee, it's you!" With quick eyes and quick hands, she pounced on an old hen who was in a daze.

"Giggle~(Ouch, what are you doing~)"

Yang Zihui grabbed the old hen's flapping wings and wiped the dirt off her face with a smile: "You still want to run away, so be honest!"

Su Mu walked over slowly, seeing Yang Zihui's disheveled face, she frowned subconsciously, and reached out to wipe off the dirt on Yang Zihui's face: "Why are you so reckless, just leave it to me to catch chickens."

"How can it be the same!" This is her intention, if Su Mu is allowed to come, it will be meaningless.

"What's the difference?" Su Mu tilted her head in confusion.

"Anyway, it's different!" Yang Zihui turned her head and whispered, "Seeing how idle you are, I reluctantly allow you to help me."

"The minister listens to the order!" Su Mu imitated the minister on TV and cupped her hands at Yang Zihui.

Su Mu lowered his eyebrows, Yang Zihui was very helpful, and handed the old hen that was grabbed by the neck of fate to Su Mu: "Little Susu, what I want you to do is to kill the chicken, let the blood out, and pluck the hair to remove the smell!"

Su Mu replied with a smile: "Your Majesty, I will do it now."

After taking over the old hen, Su Mu's God of Cookery has been passively awakened. He has acquired many skills from the system, but they are all life skills.

These skills are enough for Su Mu to become a food blogger, game blogger and evaluation blogger with millions of fans. It can be said that Su Mu can live a very nourishing life.

Su Mu skillfully killed the old hen, stripped off the hair, and cleaned it carefully.

On the other side, Yang Zihui also prepared all the materials and put them all into the casserole.

She wiped off the sweat from her face without feeling tired at all, Yang Zihui couldn't help but smirk when she thought that Fusu would be able to eat the meal she cooked later and show an expression of admiration.

The little nose was almost turned up to the sky: "Fusu, after eating my food, you will be completely controlled by me!"

She is very confident in her craftsmanship, and her mother often praises her: "Hui Hui, you cook such delicious food, whoever can marry you will be so blessed."

Thinking of her mother's words, Yang Zihui hummed softly: "Fusu, it's your blessing to be able to eat the food I cook."

After stewing for two hours, Yang Zihui made some special dishes and served them on the dinner table.

Mother Yang sat down with a smile, and added food to Su Mu beside her: "You eat more, this is Huihui's wish."

"Thank you, auntie." The old lady offered him additional dishes, and it was hard for him to refuse.

"Eat quickly, often!" Yang Zihui urged.

Under Yang Zihui's excited urging, Su Mu picked up a piece of meat, which was attractive in color and rich in aroma, making her index finger move.

The color and fragrance are already there, and the taste is not too bad.

Su Mu already had a conclusion in his mind, and when he put the sliced ​​meat into his mouth, the salty taste that rushed straight to the sky made his eyes go dark.

"How is it? Is it delicious? Is it so delicious that I can't speak?" If Yang Zihui had a tail, she must be wagging wildly now.

She looked at Su Mu with bright eyes, expecting Su Mu's evaluation.

"Good... delicious..." In order not to make Yang Zihui feel sad, Su Mu endured the salty feeling and pulled all the meat in the bowl into her mouth.

"It's... the system... save me... save..."

[Master...Master...it's too salty...the taste has already reached me...]

Everyone was rolling their eyes, Su Mu's throat was already a little hoarse: "It's so... so delicious..."

Hearing Su Mu's comment, Yang Zihui's face turned red. She lowered her head and whispered, "Okay... eat more if it tastes good, anyway, it's all specially made for you."

Yang Zihui smiled silly, and kept picking food for Su Mu: "Eat more, it's all yours!"

"Good...delicious..." Su Mu was like an empty shell without a soul, stiffly stuffing the meat into his mouth.

[Master, don't eat it, you will die! ]

"No...can't stop..." Su Mu's voice was dry and hoarse, seeing the smile on Yang Zihui's face, Su Mu bit the bullet and ate it: "If you just stop like this, Huihui will be sad..."

Yang Zihui supported her head, watching Su Mu bury her head in her food with a happy face.

"Is my cooking so delicious? Don't be in such a hurry. I'll get you a bowl of chicken soup." Yang Zihui went to the kitchen, humming a little song, feeling very happy.

The old woman looked at Su Mu with a smile: "Young man, my Huihui's craftsmanship is not bad, right?"

"Not bad... not bad..." Su Mu said in a voice that was almost exhausted.

"Young man, I feel more and more that you and my old lady have hit it off." The old woman smiled kindly, her forehead was full of wrinkles, "I didn't expect that you have such a strong taste."

"Generally, our family cooks with five times more salt than ordinary people."

"What..." Su Mu suspected that he had heard wrongly, the corners of his lips were dry, and the rosiness of the past was no longer there.

"Fusu, here comes the chicken soup!" Yang Zihui put the chicken soup on the table with a smile, took a spoonful of it herself, and blew on it.

"It's very hot, drink carefully."

Su Mu looked at the attractive color of chicken soup, and Su Mu, who already had sequelae, swallowed astringent saliva.

Slowly opened his mouth, the moment the chicken soup was put into his mouth, Su Mu's taste buds exploded instantly!

The whole person is like an arrow flying from the string, flying far away, foaming out of the mouth non-stop.

"Ah, Fusu—!" Yang Zihui chased after anxiously, "Are you okay... Come and have another drink."

Su Mu's eyes widened in horror, but he was finally fed the overly salty chicken soup.

Su Mu rolled her eyes and passed out completely.

[Hey, master, why are you doing this. ]

[vomit cough cough...so salty...]