Chapter 184 Constantine’s Daily Life

Constantine put down the phone in his hand, picked up the TV remote control, and turned the volume up again.

He was sitting on the sofa, swaying back and forth without his toes touching the ground.

From the appearance, he looks like a kid in the third grade of elementary school. He is only about 1.3 meters tall. He has long black silky hair. He is wearing white casual children's clothes. He has a pair of plain black eyes like pure obsidian and a fleshy face. Yes, and a little baby fat.

A large-screen TV is hung on the wall, and a wooden basket on the table contains plump green grapes.

"Hell's Kitchen synopsis."

“Chef Razim bids farewell to an old friend.”

"The topic this time is lobster risotto!"

"Your risotto can be added to the Hell's Kitchen menu."

A chef with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, three-dimensional facial features, and a tall chef's hat stood with his hands behind his back and said these words to the contestants below.

"Hell's Kitchen" is a TV variety show with chefs as the main body. Under the full discretion of chef Gordon Ram, 12 to 20 contestants are gradually eliminated until the last winner becomes the champion. There will be opportunities to serve as head chefs in high-end restaurants.

Each aspiring chef comes from a different background, and all contestants compete in Hell's Kitchen in Los Angeles, where Ramsay begins by asking the chefs to cook their signature dishes, with Ramsay judging whether they are good or bad.

Constantine watched the Chinese dubbed version. He has watched many episodes and watched every episode with gusto.

He loved the show and was very interested in the various dishes featured on it.

Every time I look at Chef Gordon and say, "A piece of shit tastes better than your food!", "Is this called plating? This is not your street stall cart!"

He would always think, "If it were me, I might be able to do better than them."

Constantine quickly became immersed in the show as the contestants delivered their monologues.

"The topic this time is Beef Wellington."

Chef Gordon showed today's menu to the contestants, and several contestants with unqualified cooking skills will be eliminated.

Constantine nodded and copied in a small book with a pen.

The ingredients and cooking steps are written on the paper.

"Onions, spinach, mushrooms." Constantine muttered, tapping the end of his ballpoint pen on his forehead. "What is meringue? As for cheese, I remember it seems to be that sticky thing. There seems to be something in the kitchen. have"

He was reborn into this world only two months ago. Two months ago, he was still a baby who needed to be fed and changed by others, and could not take care of himself.

It wasn't until about the tenth day that he was old enough to go to the toilet on his own.

Looking back on those ten days, it was a hellish time.

Whenever there was a warm touch on his butt, he knew something was about to happen.

Su Enxi would always pick him up by holding his nose, clean his bottom, and then put on a new diaper.

Even now, he doesn't dare to look at Su Enxi. That face always stimulates his deep memories.

Fortunately, his body has developed a lot and he can take care of himself in basic life, but he still lacks a lot of common sense.

It was like an ancient person traveled to modern times. At first, he was frightened by the little man on the TV. When watching TV with Su Enxi, he had to hug a pillow, otherwise he was always afraid of being sucked by the TV. Go in.

The world had really changed, and he had to understand it from scratch.

But with his brother accompanying him, Lu Mingfei would bring Old Tang here to see him once a week, or go to a restaurant outside to eat, or go to the cinema to watch movies and eat popcorn. He and his brother would experience novel things together. thing.

Constantine is very satisfied with his current life. For the first time, he knows that there are so many wonderful things in the world.

He set a lifelong goal for himself - to become a famous chef like Gordon Ramsay and open a restaurant of his own!

To this end, he is studying hard.

A Dragon King who focuses on cooking may make people laugh out loud, but he doesn't like to fight and kill. He lives a happy life watching TV and learning to cook every day.

He is such a dragon without ambition. If possible, he is willing to give up his identity as Dragon King.

The title King of Bronze and Fire has always been a shackle for him, but his brother told him that from now on there will be no King of Bronze and Fire. He is Constantine, and only Constantine.

When he heard this, he burst into tears, thinking that his brother no longer wanted him.

After more than half an hour of explanation, he roughly understood what his brother meant:

From now on, you don’t have to think about fighting and killing, just be yourself.

He doesn't quite understand what "being yourself" means. In the past long years, he has always followed his brother's footsteps. He will do whatever his brother tells him to do.

Suddenly telling him to let him be himself, he didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, all the time he has in the future can be used to think about this matter. There is no need to rush and he can take his time.

Everything has its own steps, and today’s goal is to make a steak Wellington!

He nodded seriously and continued watching "Hell's Kitchen."

An hour later, the bathroom door was opened.

Su Enxi walked out of the bathroom in the mist, only wrapped in a bath towel. She wore white rabbit cotton slippers on her feet. There was a faint blush on the girl's tender skin.

The air conditioning was on 24 hours a day in the room, so she didn't feel cold at all.

"Blow down my hair for me." She sat on the sofa, peeled off the mask and applied it to her face.

"Yes." Constantine turned his head, holding a Pikachu doll, and moved little by little to Su Enxi's side, stretching out his right hand.

"I'm not telling you why you, the Dragon King, are so shy. You've been living here for two months, haven't you gotten used to it yet?" Su Enxi crossed her two slender legs and slid her fingers on the tablet on the table.

Constantine lowered his head, pursed his lips, stretched out his right hand, and a ball of hot wind blew out, quickly drying Su Enxi's hair.

"It's done, Sister Su." Constantine quickly retracted his right hand, moved it back upright, and stared at the TV intently.

"Sure enough, it's much easier to use than a hair dryer." Su Enxi nodded, "If you go to the shampoo shop to provide this service, the business will be booming."

"By the way, sister, Brother Lu just called and asked us to go to Japan." Constantine said.

"Going to Japan?" Su Enxi looked sideways, and Constantine looked away again, pretending to look out the window casually, "When did he hit him?"

"While you're in the shower."

"Well, I understand, let's set off tomorrow."

Su Enxi picked up the phone, dialed the number, and arranged the flight.

Then she opened another bag of potato chips, lay on the sofa, faced the tablet, and worked on it.

Not playing games, but buying or selling stocks.

She is the legendary person who can make tens of millions per minute and control the life and death of countless companies with a tablet.

"Well, sister, do you know what puff pastry is? Is it sold in department stores?" Constantine asked suddenly.

"What do you want this for?" Su Enxi asked doubtfully.

"I want to cook steak Wellington."

"Steak Wellington? You want to eat this? I can just ask the chef to prepare it and deliver it to you." Su Enxi put down the tablet and touched her stomach, "I happen to be a little hungry too, so it would be nice to have a midnight snack."

"No, sister." Constantine waved his hand quickly: "I don't want to eat, I just want to make it myself."

"Cook it yourself?" Su Enxi glanced at Constantine: "Okay, then I'll ask someone to deliver the ingredients and ask them to arrange a star chef to come over and give you guidance."

"No, no need." Constantine shook his head and said, "It's already so late."

Su Enxi rolled her eyes at him: "Come on, you are the Dragon King. Shouldn't the Dragon King be very skilled at waving away his subordinates? Besides, it's not like I won't pay him. It's too late for them to be happy when they come."

Su Enxi's tone was not unusual.

At first, she was cautious with Constantine. After all, he was the Dragon King. No one knew what his character was like and what would happen if he angered him. But after two months of getting along with him, she had completely understood Constantine. the essence of.

This is simply a model young pioneer and an outstanding representative of the country's three good students. He is a pure and innocent person who will immediately pay for anything he sees on the street.

He was so innocent that Su Enxi thought she could sell him with a White Rabbit toffee, and he would probably be happy to count the money for her.

"Sister, just tell me what meringue is. I'll go to the department store to buy it myself tomorrow," Constantine said.

"We will take a plane to Japan tomorrow, so there will be no time for you to buy meringues." Su Enxi shook her head.

"It seems so." Constantine scratched his head, "Then forget it and wait until next time when we have a chance."

"." Su Enxi didn't know what to say.

Is this really the Dragon King? Isn't he a lost child from some family?

She sighed softly and ordered a bag of puff pastry on the tablet.

About ten minutes later, she opened the door and took off the puff pastry that the delivery man had hung on the outside door handle.

"The puff pastry you want." She threw the bag on the table.

Constantine looked up and finally met her eyes.

"Don't look at me. I've already bought everything, and there's no way I can return it. If you want to do it, do it quickly. When you're done, go to bed quickly. Don't oversleep on your flight at 9 o'clock tomorrow."

Su Enxi said as she walked to the bathroom, took off her mask in front of the mirror, and washed her face with facial cleanser.

The sound of natural gas firing came to my ears.

She wasn't worried that Constantine would make a mess in the kitchen. After all, he was the Dragon King in charge of the element of fire, so he had a good grasp of the temperature of the fire.

This is not the first time Constantine has cooked. He has also made egg fried rice and other dishes before, and the taste is considered to be on the table.

After he started cooking, Su Enxi took care of all three meals a day, and the number of takeaways he ordered was much less.

It's just that he's not quite tall enough, so he has to put a small stool under his feet when cooking, and his apron has to be dragged to the floor, which makes him feel inexplicably happy.

Su Enxi ignored her in the kitchen and applied essence, skin cream, etc. on her body.

Women all love beauty, and she is no exception.

Moreover, women generally age faster than men. If they are not taken good care of, their skin will soon become dry and devoid of moisture.

After a while of operation, the kitchen also stopped making noises.

Steak Wellington is a very famous international dish. Su Enxi has naturally tasted it. The process of this dish is not complicated. It usually takes about an hour for people to make it, but Constantine is different. He uses the spirit of words and does not even need an oven. It'll be ready in no time.

When we came to the lobby, the cut steak Wellington was already placed on the plate.

Constantine held up his long apron and looked at Su Enxi.

The two didn't say anything, they just sat facing each other and ate together.

After eating, Constantine took the plate and went to wash the dishes.

Su Enxi thought that if he were born in a human family, he would be a good student with certificates all over the wall. Why would he be a Dragon King?

Japan.

Yuan Zhisheng put on a black stripe and a haori and turned around to go out.

There are eight small tables in front of the curtain. Different long knives are enshrined on the tables. Eight different family crests are painted in gold on the handles, namely the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum of the Tachibana family, the gentian of the Minamoto family, and the Uesugi family. Bamboo and Sparrow from the Inuyama family, Akagi from the Inuyama family, Spider from the Fuma family, Horsehead from the Ryoma family, Phoenix from the Sakurai family and Yasha from the Miyamoto family.

This is the family's shrine, solemn and solemn.

All the heads of the family remained silent, except for the head of the Uesugi family, who kept clicking on her mobile phone. The blue light from the screen illuminated her eyes like magnificent rubies.

Although she covered her face with black gauze and wore a black patterned haori worn by men, the wide kimono could not hide the curves of her body, which was slim and slim, and clearly had the figure of a young girl.

Mr. Masamune looked at her and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head and said nothing.

Everyone bent down and sat on their heels, with their hands on their knees and their backs straight.

After Yuan Zhisheng took his seat, all the heads of the three inner families and the fifth outer family arrived. He was the last one to arrive, and it took some time to settle the exchange student team at the headquarters.

This meeting was held in a shrine that enshrines ancestors. The atmosphere was extremely solemn and solemn. Everyone tried their best to show the sense of ceremony that this occasion should have. However, the head of the Uesugi family was oblivious and could only see the small mobile phone in his hand. .

Such a grand meeting has not been held for decades. Many people present are usually scattered in other places, stationed in different cities for their families. Even for the annual New Year's celebration, the number of people present was only half that of this gathering.

If it hadn't been for the recent uproar over the "White" incident, which had sent a gathering order to the family heads in advance, it would have been impossible to gather these underworld leaders in such a short period of time.

"Eriyi, let's play again later." Yuan Zhisheng shouted.

The head of the Uesugi family looked up at him, put her phone under the table, and lowered her head, as if no one would know what she was doing.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed and couldn't care more about it.

He knew that Eri Yi was in a bad mood right now, and it would be useless to talk too much.