I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

"So-what are leeks?"

Franka frowned, her slender fingers slid across the colored pages, she couldn't help but be puzzled.

Since buying this book "1000 Classic Home Cooking Dishes" (365 Days Color Complete Edition) at the auction of Ji's family, Franka has

Almost every door is open, and I study recipes at home every day.

But there are some dishes in this cookbook that are really confusing.

Just like this leek box.

Franka scoured all kinds of books and couldn't find the vegetable called chives.

"From the picture, it looks a bit like black hair grass." Franka pursed her lips and suddenly got some goosebumps.

The story of black hair grass goes back thousands of years, there is a huge monster, they are covered with thick mucus and mouth

, The flesh of Baihuahua is layered on top of each other. They feed on the rotting corpses of beasts. They stay in the ground all the year round.

Same as black hair.

At that time, humans fed them the dead bodies of their loved ones, and then went to eat the grass on his body.

In order to prove whether the black-haired grass and chives are the same species, Franka has a rare and strong thirst for knowledge.

He used his extensive library to search for things about the black-haired grass everywhere, but he suddenly let him see the monster that was covered in mouth.

The dense mouth was born on a two-story meat column, and its long tongue was stuck out.

Well, Franka is disgusting--get off.

But this leek box seems to be very delicious, leek should not be the same as black hair grass.

Franka sighed and continued to flip through the thick cookbook, and finally saw a certain dish.

White cut chicken.

There are not many materials, and the method is simple. The main raw material is chicken.

"It is a kind of southern cuisine, beautiful in shape, yellow in skin and white in flesh, tender and delicious, very delicious in taste, very delicious

Franka's slender hand slid across the page, and then stopped on the word "South".

"South? Where's the south?" Franka thought suspiciously, and then a carp kicked up and the adult fish rolled over and jumped off the bed.

When he got up, he said to himself in a rather lonely tone, "Anyway, the south should be far away."

Franka was born in the responsible family of the white wizard, and it is impossible for the direct daughter of the high-responsible wizard family to go out casually], so

The farthest place Franka walked was the Central Park.

As a white wizard aristocrat, the Curtis family has extremely strict family rules, and the family is famous for white witchcraft researching astrological celestial bodies for generations.

, living far away on the hilltop on the outskirts of the central district.

This family is known for being arrogant and is very particular about [family and academic research, but in fact it is too old-fashioned and isolated from a distance.

The central power vortex, but the Curtis family seems to be happy.

Franka, the daughter of the first daughter, didn't have much chance to go out at all, but in fact, she was very fond of the bookstore owner who cooperated with Ji's family.

interest.

Since he sells books, he must know the contents of this book very well? Maybe he is super knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

I don't know how many times the dishes in this book have surpassed the level of Nuojin. There are dozens of ways to make chicken, which is really amazing.

Just ask if the bookstore owner doesn't understand this, how can it be possible to sell this book.

"Look for a chance, I must go to meet the bookstore owner, but before that, let's try to make this white cut chicken." Fu

Lanka got out of bed.

Today her father is not at home, and Susan's mother, who taught him etiquette, also went to the branch to teach etiquette as the etiquette maid of the main family.

So she can also use the kitchen secretly.

After transcribing the contents of the book onto paper, she carefully locked the book in her safe, and Franka was going to sneak into the kitchen.

room, but when he went to the kitchen, he accidentally glanced at a young woman sitting in the living room.

She is like a puppet-like, sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the flickering candle, and her appearance is completely different from the responsible clan in the central district of Nogin

Different, but it is a bit like Ji Bonong Ji Zhixu's face from the north, with black hair, black eyes and yellowish skin.

But she is also very beautiful, with a kind of exotic beauty, otherwise she would not have given birth to a beautiful girl like Franka.

Nobody even knew her name, but she was Franka's mother.

Franka walked up to her mother who was in a wheelchair and crouched down. She was a little surprised that her mother wasn't locked in the small bedroom in the attic today.

In the room, the psychotherapy during this period should have made her more stable.

"Mom, why are you sitting here?"

Knowing that a mother who was like a wood would not answer her, Franka still showed a big smile, facing the never right

The mother who had spoken to herself asked persistently: .

"Today, let me cook for my mother!" After it's done, let's taste it for my mother

The mother's eyes don't even have highlights, and she doesn't reply to her daughter at all.

Franka smiled and sighed, feeling a little sour in her heart, then pushed her mother's wheelchair to the kitchen, and said while pushing:

"Will Mum watch me cook? Mmmm, white cut chicken for Mum today! Might not be delicious, but I swear

, - will definitely ask the bookstore owner, saying

Maybe I can make a leek box. "

Franka -wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes - smiled and said the name of the dish.

Putting her mother at the kitchen door, she began to work with what was in her hand.

Starting from killing chickens and shedding feathers, the silver pocket watch is turned in her hand, and Franka strictly follows every step and fire of the recipe.

"—Cooking wine? Cooking wine - the note is, rice wine? What kind of wine is this? Yellow, brewed with glutinous rice, although no

I have heard of it, but the practice and taste of Merka seems to be very similar to this description, and it should be substituted. "Franka - while cooking

, whispering softly.

The grey eyes of the woman sitting at the door began to reflect the busy back of the girl.

"You're done!"

Franka lifted the neatly cut chicken nuggets on the plate, closed her eyes, and took a long breath of enjoyment.

"It smells so good!! It's definitely a smell that the whole Azir continent has never heard of!!"

Franka turned her head back happily. Wasn't mom at the door before? When did you come in?

Franka's mother didn't know when she had entered the kitchen in a wheelchair by herself. Looking up at her, Franka was stunned for a moment.

"Mom?" She called her tentatively. For the first time, her mother's eyes had the look of a living person, and she slowly moved from Franka to the young man.

plate in female hands

Do you want to try this?" Franka asked tentatively, her tone was calm at the moment, but her heart was ups and downs,

In her childhood memory, her mother only had two states of madness and plant-like state.

When mad, he shouts terrifying words and falls into great fear, and when he is not mad, he is like a potted plant, moving

Do not move.

It's like there is no such mother. This is what my grandfather and father said to Franka at the same time.

And at this moment, it was the first time that Franka saw such a mother, and her heart appeared - an unbelievable extravagance - if mother

You can answer me.

"Would you like to try this?" Franca asked again.

The woman in the wheelchair tilted her head slightly, her dark and dull eyes staring at the dishes in her hands, and then slowly

nodded.

Franka's hand that was holding the plate began to tremble, and she was so excited that she had

Mother's first response.

She quickly put the plate in front of her mother and handed her the knife and fork, but the mother glanced at the knife and fork, then shook her head suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Franka was at a loss, wondering why her mother suddenly refused.

I saw the woman raised her hand, her five fingers and fingertips folded together, as if she was manipulating some kind of vessel, her pupils trembled violently, and her facial muscles were attached.

The flesh is a little twisted, as if he wants to say something, he keeps opening and closing his mouth.

She didn't want a knife and fork - one - Franka immediately understood what her mother meant.

Franka frowned and thought about it. There are two sticks on the picture of "1000 Kinds of Classic Home Cooking".

, She initially thought it was for stirring, and was afraid that it was an indispensable step, so she also made a pair of them.

She hurriedly took out the slender stick from the side and handed it to her mother in hope.

Mother looked at the stick in her hand, her eyes began to gradually become complicated, and then she started to operate like an instinct, trembling, but-

Si also refused to let go, and finally, after failing several times, took a piece of chicken with difficulty and stuffed it into his mouth.

Franka looked at her mother excitedly, as if she was doing something great, and subconsciously held her breath and dared not bother.

As the mother's mouth began to chew, two lines of clear tears fell from her eyes, which shone once and for all

Cai, as if a ghost had awakened from her body after countless dark years.

With the vegetables in her mouth, she choked and hoarsely said in a strange and difficult tone:

"- Duan Xuemin, affiliated to the Kao-Research Institute, my teacher's name is-

Forest, Ming, Sea.

"Next, we record the truth that we cannot understand.

The nameless stranger just repeated these two sentences over and over again until he could not cry.