The day after Nagini left.
In the morning, when Tang Qing woke up, it was already 8: 15.
Adjusting one's biological clock was a very troublesome thing because there were always all kinds of things in this world that tempted you, such as a mobile phone or a game of unlimited firepower.
Of course, the latter had nothing to do with little Tang Qing. As for the former?
Little Tang Qing did have a mobile phone, but she rarely used it.
As for the biological clock?
In fact, the simplest way was to directly stay awake for 24 hours. In a state of mental exhaustion, not to mention staying up all night to play games until midnight, even if you were really tired, you wouldn't want to play games even if you were asked to.
However, this method was very harmful to the body, and unless one stayed up all night for many days, it was not recommended.
The other method was to be like little Tang Qing, who could adjust to the time difference by sleeping early and waking up early. However, the prerequisite was that one had to have enough self-control, or be like little Tang Qing, who could simply adjust to the time difference.
Asgard and Xandar were fundamentally different. Tang Qing, who had lived in Asgard for a summer vacation, had completely adapted to the environment and rhythm of life there.
This was also the reason why she actually stayed up until one o 'clock in the morning on her first night back on Xandar.
However, after three days of adjustment, under the condition of maintaining eight to nine hours of sleep a day, Tang Qing could already fall asleep after ten o 'clock.
More than seventy percent of young people could not guarantee eight hours of sleep a day, let alone fall asleep at ten o 'clock at night. For modern young people, ten o' clock?
Don't mess around, the nightlife had just begun!
She got up, washed her face, and brushed her teeth.
Then she changed her white pajamas into pink strawberry pajamas, which was bought for her by Master Hila yesterday, and little Tang Qing liked it very much.
She threw all the clothes she had worn and the sheets on the moon bed into the washing machine.
She simply found a rubber band and tied her hair behind her head, and a clean, cute, and energetic little loli was born.
"Dong dong dong dong dong!"
Her hands pressed on the escalator, and her short legs stepped on the stairs like rapid drumbeats. When she was three or four steps away from the staircase, little Tang Qing jumped up … Boom!
Downstairs, under the light of her dark green dress, Hila's snow-white skin was somewhat dazzling. She held a dish in her hand and listened to the sound coming from the stairs. A hint of helplessness flashed through her extremely cold eyes.
Almost at the same time she placed the dishes on the dining table, Tang Qing leaped over four flights of stairs and jumped down with a "whoosh".
Looking at Hila, who was standing not far away, Tang Qing's eyes flashed with joy. "Master Hila, what are we having for breakfast?"
"Barley porridge, shredded mustard mustard, leek and shrimp pie."
As she spoke, she opened the lid on the table.
Barley porridge was not difficult to make. As long as the time and temperature were controlled well, even a fool could cook a pot of delicious porridge.
The pickled mustard shreds were a gift from a friend of Hel's that she didn't know.
As for the shrimp and leek pie?
To be honest, pies were not difficult to make, but to make them crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and golden on the outside?
It didn't count that the kitchen was full of white cases. After all, that was what they did.
However, in a normal family, it would take at least three to five years to make such a beautiful pie.
Of course, no matter how beautiful the pie was, it was still a type of food.
Home-Cooked food did not need to be beautiful. The key was the taste.
Little Tang Qing picked up a spoon and took a pie from the plate. Because it was hot, she first took a small bite of the crust and then cutely blew into the crust.
Whether it was delicious or not, she did not know. However, if this scene was filmed and posted online, there would probably be a large number of otakus exclaiming "Wow!"
As for Hila?
She scooped two bowls of barley porridge, one for herself and one for little Tang Qing. At this moment, a gratified smile appeared in her cold eyes.
"Eat slowly. Be careful not to burn yourself."
Little Tang Qing shook her head. She blew and chewed at the same time. Her face was slightly red from the heat, but she said, "It's fine … Huff, huff … It's not hot at all."
Therefore, the question was, when did Hila's cooking become so good?
Or was there really a genius in this world who used only two days to go from a kitchen newbie who did not even know what a refrigerator was to a top chef who could conquer little Tang Qing's taste buds?
The reason was simple. Just as little Tang Qing was happily eating the barley porridge and preparing to attack the second pie with leek and shrimp, the door to the kitchen opened.
The kitchen door was opened, and a white skeleton walked out, holding a platter of cut fruits in its hand.
Yes, these dishes were not made by Hila at all. They were all made by this white skeleton.
It all started from the day before yesterday. After Najini left, Hila found Old Broker, and after a friendly negotiation, Old Broker agreed.
After some friendly negotiations, Old Broker gave her a very comprehensive understanding of Hila's situation.
Hila also understood what a refrigerator was and how to use the kitchen utensils. However, not long after Old Broker left, an accident happened.
Because there was a thick layer of oil on the chicken soup, it was still boiling hot when Nagini left. According to Old Broker, chicken soup should be cooled and stored in the refrigerator.
Cooled?
Isn't it just cooling?
I know that.
A rather strange idea appeared in Hila's mind. She flipped her hand and used Ice Age: Goddess of Death Edition.
In less than three seconds, the temperature of the chicken soup, which was close to 100 degrees Celsius, dropped to -150 degrees Celsius. Affected by the expansion of heat and cold, the soup bucket that Nagini had used for more than half a year, which did not even have a scratch, was deformed.
If it was just the soup bucket being deformed, it would not be a big deal. At most, one of the buckets was damaged, and a new one would be fine.
The real problem was, seeing that the soup bucket was about to freeze and shatter, the panicked Hila hurriedly used Burning Sky: Goddess of Death Edition.
And then there was no more and then.
Hila's mother, Frija, was the first witch of Asgard. After Hila became an adult, more than two-thirds of her time was spent on the battlefield.
The cruel war environment meant that Hila could not learn those fancy magic performances. At the same time, it also meant that every spell that Hila mastered was a war-level killing machine.
The soup bucket was a good one, and Nagini was not short of money. Naturally, he would not buy a cheap one.
However, the problem was that this was just a soup bucket. One could not expect a soup bucket to be made with better materials than military products, right?
Although the soup bucket had been deformed, at least it could still be used. However, with Hila's Burning Sky Flame, the soup bucket melted directly, and even half of the stove was burned away.
Hila was dumbfounded. Before Nagini left, he had told her to use chicken soup. Now that the chicken soup was gone, how was she going to cook wontons?
However, Hila was Hila after all. After thinking for a while, Hila realized that the chicken soup wontons were not the main point. The main point was to let Little Tang Qing eat his fill.
Then, Hila found Old Broker again and asked who the best chef on the planet was.
Although Old Broker did not understand what Hila meant, he still told Hila the name of the chef and the hotel where he was at.
So … you think that the white skeleton that walked out of the kitchen is the best chef on Planet Shandar?
Hila would not be so cruel. Furthermore, she would not trust an unfamiliar chef.
She only used her divine power to condense a skeleton, and then gently told the chef that if he couldn't make a meal that satisfied her within an hour, she would turn half of the people on this planet into skeletons.
At first, the chef did not believe her. He even rolled his eyes and said that how could a skeleton learn his exquisite cooking skills?
He even told Hila to get lost and not humiliate his divine cooking skills. Even if he died, he would not agree to such a ridiculous request.
However, when he realized that half of the guests in the hotel had really turned into skeletons?
Hmm …
No one can stop me today. Even if the leader of Planet Shandar comes, it will be useless. I will teach this skeleton!
Reality proved that there was nothing impossible in this world. Although Little Tang Qing did not taste the same as his father's chicken soup wontons, he was quite satisfied.
By the way, the pickled mustard shreds that Little Tang Qing had for breakfast these two days were also given by this chef. Although Hila still did not remember this person's name, the pickled mustard shreds that he made were really good.
Considering that her skeleton chef would be going to further his studies in two days, Hila felt that she should ask for some mustard shreds. She believed that as a friend, the chef would not refuse.