Pirate's Infinite Wings

A small plate of pork belly, not much, but exuding a rich meaty aroma and matching sauce, the moment Fang Lang lifted the lid, Men Qi's face suddenly showed surprise.

She did not expect that in this hunter test, she would have the opportunity to see dishes she had never seen before.

After sniffing his nose, Men Qi couldn't help but admired: "It smells good!"

She raised her eyes and glanced at Fang Lang, but saw that the other party was looking at herself with a strange look. To be precise, she was looking at her chest.

The eyebrows frowned immediately, and Fang Lang's senses fell sharply.

"Cough, please taste."

Fang Lang also noticed his misbehavior, but he was standing while Men Qi was sitting, and the other party moved his nose close to it. From his perspective, he just happened to be able to see it. This was not to blame at all, he was instinctive.

What's more, the other party is wearing a small mesh shirt with a belly button, completely exposing the underwear underneath, which makes it hard for people not to care.

"Hmph, just try it." Men Qi snorted, picked up a fork on the side, picked up a piece of pork belly and put it in his mouth, chewing gently.

However, the moment she put it in her mouth, her eyes widened, she felt the meat is fat but not greasy, cooked just right, the meat is soft and not rotten, it tastes soft and sweet, and the aftertaste is unknowingly , Men Qi ate a few more slices.

Especially when it is paired with sauce, it is even more spicy in this fragrance, which fully stimulates the taste buds of the tongue.

Men Qi felt the excellent delicacy rippling in her mouth. She had no idea that the flat-looking meat slices could have such a rich taste.

"Tsk tusk, it's easy for me to capture a foodie for the delicacies of my Greater China. Although what I do is just average." Fang Lang looked at Men Qi and ate three more slices, holding back his complacency.

As a country of food, the study of food has a history of five thousand years. Every dish has passed the test of time.

Although Fang Lang can only cook some simple and general dishes, it is still a rare delicacy for Men Qi who has never eaten pork belly.

Looking at Men Qi who stood up excitedly, Fang Lang began to look at the other's figure again. When she looked up close, she realized that this girl's figure is really good, and all the places that should be exposed are exposed, completely combining wild and sexy. , People can't help but take a look.

"Huh?" As if feeling this kind of scrutiny gaze, Men Qi couldn't help stopping his fork, glaring at Fang Lang with a frown, then sat down Shi Shiran, took a tissue and wiped it, and said: "Bukhara ."

"Yes." The fat man nodded immediately. He couldn't help it for a long time. He picked up the plate and poured all the pork belly into his mouth.

After this meal, Bukhara couldn't help but let out a comfortable voice, "Pass! Full score! Delicious!"

As expected for this evaluation.

Fang Lang leaned slightly and smiled: "Thank you very much, then, how about you, Miss Men Qi."

"Unqualified." Men Qi glared at Fang Lang again, "I agree with your cooking, I have nothing to say, I am very satisfied, but your eyes are disgusting to me, so it is unqualified. No. 333, keep going next year, goodbye ~~"

At the end, she squinted her eyes and gestured goodbye to Fang Lang with a smile.

Hearing this, Fang Lang's smile froze, and he took a deep breath and said, "Hey, girl, you are the examiner. You need to be notarized. Since you are all right with my cooking, you should pass it."

"Who told you that, number 333."

"My name is Fang Lang."

"Then, Fang Lang examinee, listen." Men Qi cleared his throat and said with a chuckle: "The so-called exam is determined by the examiner, and whether the test is passed is also determined by the examiner, understand? Simply put , It depends on my mood."

"...You have to have a limit to your willfulness." Fang Lang's fire was a little bit brighter, but he rarely cooks. He did it once today. He hasn't eaten yet, and he even failed.

"Unqualified is unqualified." Men Qi insisted: "You have been staring at me since just now. I hate this kind of sight."

"Is it wrong to admire beautiful women?" Fang Lang curled his lips. "Isn't it true that the shorts you wear by yourself are not easy to see. Since you hate the eyes of men, then why don't you wear them more strictly? Who is weird? It's like the north and south poles of a magnet. As the south pole, you must blame the north pole for leaning against you. You are called willful, girl."

Fang Lang's words were so confusing. At first they seemed to make sense, but when I think about it carefully, they are all false!

"Fuck off, if you say it's unqualified, it's useless to say anything." Men Qi said grimly, "Bukhara."

"I'm sorry, No. 333." Bukhara, who was just so intoxicated, suddenly patted Fang Lang with a palm.

Seeing this, Fang Lang raised his hand to block it.

With a bang, the two fighting each other remained motionless, but this scene made Men Qi couldn't help but glance at Fang Lang.

"Ha...really, only women and villains are difficult to raise. The ancients don't deceive me." Fang Lang turned around helplessly, "but don't be happy, when I get the hunter license, I will definitely visit you, door Miss Qi."

He didn't have much interest in this woman at first, and he could only look at it with admiration, but now, suddenly he has the urge to make the other party kneel and sing to conquer.

But this matter is not urgent, in any case, get a hunter's license first.

As for the question of unqualified, Fang Lang didn't worry, even his cooking was unqualified, which shows Men Qi's willfulness, and no one will pass next.

So, can the Hunter Association, or the review committee of the Hunter Test, sit idly by?

In the distance, outside the forest park, on a big tree, the examiner of the first test, Sa Ci saw this scene with a telescope. Although he did not know the specific content of the conversation, he had already foreseen the result afterwards.

At this time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, chairman?"

Not to mention these changes, Fang Lang failed, and the following people began to accept tastings in an endless stream.

But after eating the pork belly made by Fang Lang, these ordinary dishes, which can't even be called dishes, Men Qi did not eat a bite, and directly gave an unqualified score.

"Really, one is worse than the other. Isn't there any food that allows me to eat like Fang Lang?" Men Qi thought anxiously, "Is it a bit too much just now?"

He couldn't say he glanced at Fang Lang, only to see the other party leisurely eating his own cooking, very comfortable.

Immediately, let alone eating, I was full of gas...