Lin Fei went into the kitchen to cook **** soup again. Although Lin Fei was invincible and immune to everything, including colds, the girl was also a powerful supernatural person, and it was difficult for him to catch a cold.
But life must have a sense of ritual.
On such a rainy day, I suddenly wanted to drink **** soup.
"Invincible life is so simple and unpretentious, and boring."
After the **** soup was boiled well, I thought that the girl might not like the taste, and then added a lot of sugar to make the taste better.
Lin Fei looked at the generation of white sugar in his hand, lost in thought.
"Maybe I should get some honey." The sweetness of honey is much better than white sugar.
But Lin Fei didn't know that now is the end of the world, and others can't get white sugar if they want, but he already wants honey.
"Hmm~"
When the girl walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas, she smelled the **** smell.
"What is it? It smells so strange."
Lin Fei served the girl a bowl with a smile on his face: "Do you want to be strong? Drink it and you can defeat me."
The girl gave Lin Fei a white glance.
"Do you think I would believe this kind of nonsense?" She approached Lin Fei, wrinkling Qiong's nose, and said, "What the **** is this that smells so strange?"
"Is it a dark dish in ancient legends?"
"Dark food?"
Lin Fei finally couldn't help laughing: "So here, dark cuisine still exists in the legend?"
"If you want to try it, I will give you a dark dish later, but now you drink this thing."
He also took a big sip in front of the girl and said, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous."
"This is a magical oriental cuisine."
The girl was skeptical, but she still took it and took a sip, her ruddy face suddenly turned blue, as if she was food poisoned.