Under the snow, Fran took care of her, and she looked at Fran with an aggrieved expression.""I'm just telling the truth. Who told you to keep whispering about Livier?”
Fran curled his lips in disdain and took out a small amount of flour from the cupboard and placed it on the table. "Speak, little brat. What do you want this flour for? Looking at your small size, are you sure you can cook delicious food?”
Fran looked at the snow that was shorter than him and could not help but feel puzzled. Speaking of which, this little brat was only a few times prettier than his table. He might not even be able to make dough.
Under the Snow ignored Fran. She looked at the kitchen utensils and found a small oven. She was overjoyed. With the oven, he could make even more things!
Under the snow, she took a basin and poured the flour into it. She wanted to mix the flour first. He reached out and realized that he was not tall enough. He looked left and right and found a small stool beside him. He took it and stood on it, realizing that it was just right.
Fran didn't say anything else." Little brat, stand on the stool. Remember to wipe the stool clean after you're done using it. Liweir was a very, very clean freak. If he were to discover even a speck of dust, hehe, he would hug you until you wished you were dead.”
Fran looked at the snow with a wretched expression, hoping that Liweir would take care of him.
Under the snow that washed her petite hands, she poured the flour in the basin into drinking water and said,"Fran, your mouth is really like firecrackers.”
"If you have nothing to do, can you help me, a wounded person? Looking at your gloating look, it looks like I'm going to beat you up.”
If it wasn't for the fact that I can't beat you now, I would also use my fists to knock your head every day to see if it would hurt!
Fran shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent. He felt that staying under the snow was a good choice. It would depend on whether he had the ability to stay!
"Alright then! Kid, tell me, what can I do for you? However, I'll tell you first. I won't help you make food if you want me to. You have to make it yourself.”
Fran's expression gradually became solemn. After all, they needed people who could work, not vagrants who were just waiting to die.
Besides, Liweir eats my food every day. He can taste it once he tastes it. When the time comes, not only will you be chased away, but you will also drag me down and get beaten up!
Under the Snow heard Fran's tone gradually turn cold and smiled disdainfully.
"What else can you cook? I'll show you my cooking later. I guarantee that you won't be able to stop after eating! Go wash some vegetables and meat for me!”
Fran, who had his back facing Under the Snow, was slightly stunned when he heard that Under the Snow wanted to use their meat. He said uncertainly,"
"Brat, what did you just say? Meat?"
Under the snow, she thought Fran didn't hear her clearly, so she repeated,""That's right! Meat, any kind of meat was fine, as long as it was meat. Of course, it would be best if they were all lean meat.”
Fran couldn't help but pat his forehead when he heard the vicious words. What was this kid thinking? He actually used meat ingredients for dinner?。
If Liweir finds out, he'll kill me!
Fran sobbed as he took out about a pound of lean meat and vegetables from the cupboard. After washing them, he handed them to Under the Snow. He looked at the reluctant meat and said," Brat, I've entrusted my life to you. If you don't make something that Liwill is satisfied with today, I'll be beaten to death by him."”
Under the snow, he covered the dough with a clean wet towel to maximize the fermentation. Hearing Fran's fearless words, he asked curiously,""What's wrong? Could it be that you have some terminal illness and are about to die?”
Then, he thought about it carefully. Something was wrong! Previously, when he watched the attack, he had never heard that Fran had a terminal illness.
Without waiting for Under the Snow to continue thinking, Fran pointed at the pork in front of him and said,""This is my dinner with Livier. If you mess up later, do you think I'll be beaten to death by Livier?”
Fran would have been fine if he didn't say anything, but he became more and more worried. He wondered if he should stop him from using meat to cook under the snow. He was struggling and hesitating in his heart.
Under the Snow waved her hand, signaling him not to be afraid.
The 1.5-meter-tall Snowy started to look around the kitchen for things that could be of use.
He came to the cabinet. It was a cabinet with three floors above and one floor below.
It was filled with all kinds of cutlery and some bags filled with things.
With his sharp eyes, he noticed that there were some black sesame seeds at the side.
After thinking for a while, he took out the Black Sesame. If there was nothing else, Black Sesame could make do with it!
"However, Fran!"
Fran's eyelids and ears were drooping as if they had been hollowed out. Seeing that the snow was calling him, he looked up.
"What's wrong?" she asked weakly. Little brat."
"Uh, it's nothing. I just wanted to say that you guys are so poor!! There's nothing."
Under the Snow was complaining. After obtaining the Living Skills, he felt his hands itch when he entered the kitchen.
He didn't know if it was because of his heart, but he felt that something was missing!
"Oh! That's right, it was the feeling of a clever housewife cooking without rice. However, it was a little inappropriate to describe her as a beautiful woman.”
Fran looked at him angrily when he heard what Snowy said.
"You don't know how expensive daily necessities are. Look at the underground streets of the capital. Which street doesn't have homeless people?”
"As far as the eye can see, there are people waiting to die at the corner of the street. It's already good enough that there's food. You even complain that there's not enough food at home.”
"You should starve to death, you bastard.”
Under the Snow smiled brightly. She then remembered that she was attacking the world of giants, and food was an extremely rare resource.
He was using the eyes of his previous life to evaluate a backward era.
Recalling the memories of the previous owner of this body, she realized that he had indeed stolen other people's things for food.
Embarrassed, Cancan Under the Snow said,"
"Uhaha, I'm sorry, Fran. I'm just casually saying. Don't take it to heart.”
"Well, the dough has fermented. I think we can start making it.”
Under the Snow quickly diverted Fran's attention. Seeing that the dough was ready, Under the Snow walked to the table.
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PS: Attacking the Giant looks good, highly recommended.
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