Crazy involution in male-oriented novels, my senior brother has set his sights on me

Chapter 341 Where does confidence come from? Lin Jinxing is used to it

Lie Jiaojiao did not answer this question, and said: "Although I don't know how you are going to divide the loot, I know that we have to leave quickly. It is more important to take such precious things back quickly."

Lie Jiaoyang and Qian Duoduo also nodded in agreement, and they turned and left.

As they walked, Lie Jiaoyang lectured, "Don't use random words. Luckily there's no one around here, otherwise if others heard 'divide the loot' they would probably think we stole this package!"

However, Lie Jiaoyang and the other two who were walking in front did not notice that after they left, a person walked out from a blind spot.

"Long Xiao? It's really rare. It would be great if I had one."

Inside the inn, Yuan Rong looked at the hurried footsteps of several people and he always had a bad feeling.

Lin Haoze didn't think much about it. He just looked at the backs of Qian Duoduo and the other two, shook his head regretfully and sighed, "What a coincidence, Qian Duoduo and the others didn't have the good fortune to enjoy this feast."

Then Lin Hao turned to look at Yuan Rong, with a gentle smile on his face, and said: "My cooking skills are pretty good, and Fellow Daoist Yuan can have a try this time."

Yuan Rong looked at Lin Hao's confident and calm voice, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air since he saw Qian Duoduo and his companions running away in a hurry, finally relaxed a little, and nodded in agreement.

Lin Jinxing on the side: "..."

Who gave the junior brother the confidence that he could cook well?

It seems like I...

Lin Hao was holding the Hongmeng Lihuo Sword and preparing to enter the kitchen, and the sword made a humming sound of grievance.

Lin Hao naturally noticed the reluctance of his long sword. Lin Hao tapped the sword lightly and said, "Be quiet."

Hongmeng Lihuo Sword: "..."

I am a magical tool after all, and I always use it to cut vegetables. Don’t I have any dignity?

When Lin Hao was about to walk into the kitchen, Lin Jinxing made his last struggle. He grabbed his junior brother's hand and asked, "Do we have to cook this meal?"

Lin Hao nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, Fugui is still waiting to eat."

Lin Jinxing let go of Lin Hao's hand and said unsurely, "Then don't make other dishes. Just make the previous ones. I like them."

Hearing that his senior brother liked to eat it, Lin Hao immediately became excited. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Senior brother likes it, so I will definitely make more!"

Lin Jinxing: “…”

It was totally unnecessary for me to say that.

After Lin Hao entered the kitchen, he started to work enthusiastically and passionately.

Yuan Rong was feeling a little uneasy in the middle. He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the hurried backs of Qian Duoduo and the others.

But when Yuan Rong quietly walked into the kitchen, he felt at ease when he saw Lin Hao skillfully swinging his sword to cut vegetables, or waving the spatula and controlling the heat just right.

Yuan Rong breathed a sigh of relief and left the kitchen. It seemed that he had thought too much. Maybe Qian Duoduo and the other two really had something wrong?

No one suspected anything until Lin Hao brought the cooked dishes to the table.

Zuo Wang looked at the delicious dishes on the table and couldn't believe it for a moment. He pointed at the prepared food and asked in shock: "Uncle, did you really make these?"

Lin Hao was still wiping the vegetable leaves off his body, as if he had already cried for the Hongmeng Lihuo Sword.

"Yes, I did it." Feeling the constant humming sound coming from the sword, Lin Hao tapped the sword lightly, "Tsk! Stop making that 'humming' sound. Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to clean it up?"

After saying this, the Hongmeng Lihuo Sword indeed became much more obedient. Seeing this, Lin Hao nodded in satisfaction.

Although Lin Hao admitted it, Zuo Wang still couldn't believe it.

Is this still the little uncle who beat him and made him cry in the secret realm?

You can actually cook?

Lin Fugui was no less surprised than Zuo Wang.

However, looking at the tempting food on the table, it couldn't wait to jump onto the table, holding its head high and chest puffed out, and proudly said to Zuo Wang: "You can now eat the food cooked by my master, thank me! If it weren't for my efforts, you wouldn't be able to eat it!"

Zuo Wang nodded desperately, "Yes, it's true. I didn't expect that my uncle's cooking skills are so good. This dish must be delicious just by smelling and looking at its color."

Yuan Rong also agreed that it was rare to find a monk who could cook.

Normally, people who have reached their level of cultivation no longer need to eat. The fact that Brother Lin can cook so well shows that he has put a lot of effort into it.

Seeing that the two of them agreed with him, Lin Fugui's two long ears shook, which showed that he was in a good mood.

Everyone present sat down quickly, except Lin Jinxing, who was usually the most agile, who walked slowly to his seat.

Lin Hao was the first to put Lin Fugui’s dishes on his plate.

"Not enough, give me more!"

Lin Hao had already picked up a full plate, but Lin Fugui was still muttering that it was not enough.

Lin Hao looked at the plate that was almost bigger than Lin Fugui and said, "That's enough. This plate is almost as big as you."

Lin Fugui began to lie on the table, flapping his four paws.

"It's not enough. It's simply not enough! Isn't this meal specially made for me? What's wrong with me eating a little more?!"

Lin Hao looked at Yuan Rong and Zuo Wang apologetically, and Yuan Rong smiled and expressed his understanding.

Lin Hao continued to pick up food for Lin Fugui while glaring at it.

"Eat! You must finish it all by then! Otherwise, I will show you how I will deal with you!"

Lin Jinxing sat quietly aside, watching Lin Fugui continue to commit suicide.

If possible, Lin Jinxing would like Lin Fugui to eat all the dishes so that he can eat less.

But things went against one's wishes. Lin Hao made a lot this time. Even though he served a full plate of food to Lin Fugui, there was still a lot, enough for the three of them to eat.

Lin Jinxing calmly picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks.

Sure enough, it’s the familiar recipe and familiar taste.

Lin Jinxing was relatively calm because he had been prepared, but Yuan Rong and Zuo Wang were unable to remain so calm.

This was even more true for Lin Fugui. He took only one bite and was completely petrified. What kind of hell on earth was this?

Zuo Wang even burst into tears. How could someone in the world cook food so badly?

Yuan Rong now recalled the hurried backs of Qian Duoduo and the other two, and instantly understood why the smell was so unpalatable. It would be strange if the smell didn't get rid of him.

Zuo Wang and Yuan Rong looked at Lin Fugui at the same time and said, "We really should thank you for letting us have this meal."

Feeling the gazes of the two people, Lin Fugui came back to his senses from being petrified. He looked away guiltily, not daring to look at them.

How does it know that its owner has such a poor understanding of cooking?

Just as it was about to say it tasted bad, it was glared back at by Lin Jinxing's murderous eyes.

Lin Hao didn't notice. He propped his chin on his arm, watched his senior brother elegantly eat the food he cooked, and asked, "How does it taste today?"

Lin Jinxing nodded calmly, his voice still a little hoarse, but much better than last time.

"It's even more delicious than last time. Junior brother's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Hearing the praise from his senior brother, Lin Hao was so proud of himself.

Looking at his master's smug expression, Lin Fugui fell silent...

It seems to know who gave its master the confidence...