MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 42

But this idea only stayed in Pei Qingyuan's mind for two seconds, and then quickly dissipated.

Because through the glass door of the kitchen, he saw Ji Tong pick up the mobile phone on the table, poke the screen with his fingers in a panic, as if dialing, Huahua next to him was frightened, and straightened up together Looking at the phone screen, he looked anxiously waiting.

Could it be that you are calling He Shiwen for help...?

This is just a natural reaction of oil to water.

After a short period of panic, Pei Qingyuan realized what the problem was. He should drain the meat completely before putting it into the oil pan, or turn down the heat first, drop the meat quickly, and run away until the oil star explodes. Get closer.

At least as of now, the meat in the pot is still normal.

He hasn't failed completely.

After Pei Qingyuan quickly took protective measures, he turned his head and said to the door: "It's okay, you don't need to look for Uncle He."

Amidst the crackling noise, Ji Tong vaguely heard the host's voice, he stopped dialing and looked up.

After a while, Ji Tong moved his fingers up involuntarily, the phone completely blocked his face, moved the camera on the back to a suitable position, and then clicked, freezing this commemorative scene.

The young man in the center of the picture is holding a pot cover in one hand, shielding his face like a shield, and holding a spatula in the other hand, turning his head to look at him in a hurry, completely lacking the aloofness of the past.

Such a host looks really fun.

His diary will be filled with a wonderful new photo.

The sound of the oil explosion gradually subsided, Pei Qingyuan relaxed his vigilance, tried to get close to the sizzling oil pan again, and held the spatula to stir fry the pork belly that was slightly browned because it hadn't been turned over for a long time.

It went well, no further issues.

Pei Qingyuan recalled the recipes printed in his mind, and felt that everything was under control again.

Only Ji Tong and Hua Hua outside the door looked a little weird.

For some reason, Ji Tong smiled happily after putting down the phone, and Hua Hua even lay flat and rolled around foolishly, her chubby loving **** slapping to the ground.

...Maybe it smells like pork belly.

Pei Qingyuan thought of this uncertainly.

In the following time, Ji Tong and Hua Hua learned to be smart and forced Pei Qingyuan to take the two small square stools out of the door while stewing the meat. One person and one cat continued to watch him cook through the absolutely safe glass door.

After passing the hurdle of oil explosion, Pei Qingyuan seemed to be much more comfortable, especially since he firmly remembered He Shiwen's exhortation.

As long as the fire is not turned on, all the vegetables in the pot will be saved, and they will not be burnt to the point of irreparability in the blink of an eye.

The room that was slowly being submerged in the night was soon filled with various fragrances.

The simple aroma of rice wafts from the rice cooker, and the braised pork in the casserole is bubbling with sauce red bubbles, and the glutinous tomatoes in the iron pan are softly wrapped in golden egg liquid.

Ji Tong, whose stomach was growling with greed, dragged a small stool to the switch on the wall of the living room, stepped on it, tiptoed to turn on the light, and Huahua, who had nothing to do, twisted her peacock skirt and followed him step by step.

He flicked the switch, and the warm orange light instantly melted in the room.

This body is too short, when Pei Qingyuan can't care about helping him, the small stool becomes his essential weapon at home.

If it's still not tall enough, he can lift Huahua up and do things with cat's paws.

What a blessing to have a hairless cat who can understand human language.

The host chose this reward without hesitation at that time, it was simply too prescient.

During dinner time, Huahua cocked her tail and patrolled the dining table, while Pei Qingyuan arranged steaming dishes and bowls and chopsticks on the table.

The presentation of the three dishes is very good, the braised pork is bright red and rich in color, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes are red and yellow, and the stir-fried vegetables are just green.

Sitting on the children's chair, Ji Tong picked up the bowl with a mouth about the size of his face, and set down the first chopsticks with full emotion.

Although he didn't turn into a long-legged big bowl as he wished, he did have an unusually big bowl for a three-year-old.

The host bought it for him.

Pei Qingyuan, who was sitting opposite, hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, watching the reaction of family member No. 1 nervously.

The braised pork is a little salty, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes are a little sweet, and the fried vegetables are a little bland.

But it's harmless. In the face of Ji Tong's search for the first time human beings went to the kitchen, this little seasoning mistake is not a problem at all.

Ji Tong quickly showed a positive smile.

"It's delicious." He proved his praise with practical actions, "The host is really amazing."

Seeing him eating so happily, Pei Qingyuan finally felt relieved.

In the end, he tasted a piece of braised pork, and his brows furrowed.

"Would it be too—"

Before the salty word was spoken, Pei Qingyuan saw Ji Tong holding his big bowl to him, and said enthusiastically: "It's very good."

Huahua jumped onto the empty chair and meowed happily, as if agreeing with the little master's words.

So he suddenly felt less salty.

But he still took the initiative to get up and pour Ji Tong a glass of water.

Ji Tong was deeply moved by the meticulous care of the host, and immediately wanted to find someone to show off.

Now he has two human friends who also work in the system world, but the world they live in is divided, and they usually don't see each other except for meetings, so they can only chat in groups on the intranet when they are bored.

Ji Tong immediately posted the photo of the dinner to the group.

[System No. 0587: The first dinner the host cooked for me was delicious and delicious. ]

[System No. 0587: Ah, my host is really an all-around genius! ]

An image soon came from Fang Hao.

It is completely different from the dining table and dishes in modern families. In the picture, there is a black robe that is close to the shape of a fairy tale drama, and a dark golden long sword is worn on the waist, which is very eye-catching.

[System No. 0499: The fifth scabbard that the host refined for me. ]

[System No. 0499: The fifth golden color. ]

The two of them bickered for a long time before Fu Yinyin's news arrived.

[System No. 0214: The host calls me sister~]

Fu Yinyin didn't post the picture, but Ji Tong and Fang Hao fell silent as soon as this sentence came out.

"Strange Comparison Ethos"

"Floating Crushing"

Pei Qingyuan noticed that Ji Tong suddenly stopped his chopsticks, as if thinking about something with straight eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's nothing." Ji Tong sighed, and said nonsense, "Just looking at these dishes, I suddenly have a feeling that the host has grown up. Is this the mother's love that humans often say?"

In fact, he was thinking, one day, could he hear the host call himself brother?

It seems a bit difficult.

But to be president is to have a dream.

And before he became a system, he hadn't even passed his eighteenth birthday. If the days of being a system were counted, he might indeed be a few months older than the host, so he could be called an older brother.

Pei Qingyuan: ...

He calmly put a piece of braised pork into Ji Tong's big bowl, skillfully pretending he didn't hear anything.

His system has always been so keen to explore and learn human emotions.

After dinner, Pei Qingyuan was washing dishes in the kitchen, listening curiously to the occasional sounds of tables and chairs moving in the living room.

Ji Tong said that tomorrow is Monday, and he will start another week of full and busy study and life, so he will not read books tonight, and he will arrange recreational activities that help to relax the body and mind.

He really wanted to guess, but in front of the system's mysterious and unpredictable brain circuits, he couldn't find an entry point for guessing.

So Pei Qingyuan tidied up the kitchen quickly, wiped off the water stains on his hands, and saw the twinkling star lights on the spacious balcony at a glance.

Under the deep night sky, the railing of the balcony is wrapped around the decorative light belt of little stars that Ji Tong conjured up from somewhere, illuminating the whole space. paper, and four small square stools were placed squarely beside it.

Three of the square stools have already been taken, and Ji Tong, Hua Hua, and a very familiar watch are sitting on them respectively.

"Ruan Ruan, do you want to play flying chess?" Seeing him coming out of the kitchen, Ji Tong smiled and waved to him, "San Que."

Pei Qingyuan stood there in silence for a moment, then walked obediently to the balcony.

Fortunately he didn't try to guess.

This is obviously not something that normal humans can guess.

This entertainment is very Ji Tong's style, with a touch of nonsense in the novelty, and a bit of childishness in the fun, but it makes people unable to refuse the proposal.

Because Pei Qingyuan grew up so big, he really never played flying chess with his peers.

Not to mention a cat and an artificial intelligence who can play two roles.

Before the entertainment started, Pei Qingyuan's only insistence was to look around the surrounding residential buildings to see if anyone would accidentally discover this wonderful scene.

Fortunately, the distance between the rooms in the building is wide, and it has the blessing of environmental monitoring function. Ji Tong guarantees that their family will never be discovered by the Special Events Investigation Bureau and taken away collectively.

Only then did Pei Qingyuan take the dice with confidence and start the battle.

...Speaking of which, there shouldn't be such an organization, right?

At the end of the day, the "Host Taming Journal" was filled with several pages of new content.

[October 21st, the weather was fine and I ate well. ]

[Apart from the usual breakfast, today is the host's first attempt at cooking, and he left behind this precious photo of lifting the pot lid that will be recorded in the annals of history. ]

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[The host rejected the proposal that whoever loses should call the opponent's brother, because he felt that this flying chess game was unfair, and the essence was three against one. ]

[Xiaomei is obviously an independent individual, I just roll the dice for her! Moreover, Huahua obviously listens to the host more. I told him not to hit my plane, but he pretended not to understand. ]

[This is a fair 2V2! ]

[However, no matter how fair a duel is, it can't compete with the host who is a European emperor. He threw six four times in a row, and four planes dispatched at the same time, which is too much. ]

[Oh, forget it, next time I will find another opportunity to trick the host into calling me brother. ]

Before the five hours of doll time run out every day, Ji Tong finished washing, put on his pajamas and got into the warm little bed in the second bedroom, preparing to disappear under the quilt with a sense of ritual, seamlessly connecting to the big doll bed in the consciousness space .

Pei Qingyuan, who was standing at the door of the second bedroom, turned off the lights for him, said good night to each other, closed the door, and walked lightly to his room.

Strangely enough, he wanted to sneeze again.

Is it time to add an extra dress tomorrow?

The night fell silent.

The sunrise came as expected.

In late October, the autumn is becoming more and more bleak and the weather is getting colder.

Students who spend their days in papers and textbooks are already looking forward to the arrival of winter vacation.

In a few days, a group of students, including Pei Qingyuan, will go to Chengde Private High School to participate in cultural exchange activities. After being envious for a while, the other students who were not selected will soon devote themselves to the increasingly tense study.

The second monthly exam is just around the corner, and everyone is basically studying hard. Registration for the sports meeting to be held in early November has also begun in the past few days. This is almost the last group activity that the senior three students will participate in together.

As the class monitor, Pei Qingyuan was responsible for collecting and sorting out everyone's registration intentions. He thought that the students in the third class who had worked hard recently would not want to participate, but everyone was very enthusiastic. According to his experience in previous years, he took the 100-meter run , long jump and other projects are fully registered.

He didn't want to know the reason at first, but Ji Tong told him very proactively: "It's because the host's performance in the basketball game is very contagious. Everyone wants to develop morally, intellectually, physically and beautifully like the host, so it is also the host's credit." ~"

Pei Qingyuan: ...I don't want to talk.

He signed up for two events for himself, the 4×100-meter relay and the 4×200-meter relay. The relay is easy to hold back the team due to his own mistakes, and the psychological pressure is relatively high, so it is not full for the time being.

At present, no one has signed up for the most tiring 1,500-meter long-distance race left. Pei Qingyuan looked at the registration form in hand and was about to ask Zhou Fang which students in the class were better at long-distance running when Lin Zihai took the initiative to find him.

"Squad leader, is there anyone at 1,500 meters? If not, how about I go?"

Pei Qingyuan raised his head unexpectedly, looked at the figure of the study committee member who obviously seldom exercised, and calmly persuaded him: "Have you ever run before? You are very tired, don't force yourself."

Hearing what he said, Lin Zihai's hesitant tone suddenly became firmer.

"No, squad leader, I'm going!" Lin Zihai glanced at the registration form in his hand, and said in shame, "You have already applied for two projects that no one is going to. Everyone is a class leader, and I can't evade my responsibility. The third class It is a group, we are not only classmates who attend classes together, but also friends who work side by side.”

"You don't need to test me anymore, I will definitely run the 1,500 meters well this time, and I won't embarrass the third class!" Lin Zihai made up his mind, "Help me sign up, thank you class leader!"

Pei Qingyuan took a deep breath and clenched the pen tightly.

Facing the study committee member who has the most serious tendency to brainstorming and has also led the students in the class to brainstorm together, he can't bear it anymore.

Just when Pei Qingyuan wanted to clarify that he never had those well-intentioned thoughts, he suddenly heard Ji Tong's excited voice.

"Ruan Ruan, the quest panel is flashing green!" He said in surprise, "The second main quest has progressed. With a group of reliable and excellent friends, this quest is on the right track!"

After hearing this, Pei Qingyuan couldn't help closing his eyes.

this is a good news.

But again it seems not so good.

...What kind of esoteric and mysterious judgment rules does this mission system have?

Lin Zihai saw that he was hesitant to speak, and excitedly said: "Squad leader, what do you want to say?"

"nothing."

Pei Qingyuan held back his words rationally, and slowly and heavily wrote Lin Zihai's name on the registration form.

"Thank you for your enthusiastic registration, come on."

In the monitor's heavy words, Lin Zihai heard a kind of heartfelt approval.

The squad leader finally recognized him!

Lin Zihai's heart was suddenly moved, and he said forcefully, "Squad leader, don't worry, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations!"