What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

"What's the matter, small picture? Why do you look at me with such a strange expression?"

As if noticing the suspicion on my face, Elmesha asked a little unhappy.

"No...no..."

I concealed a dry laugh twice, and asked in a nervous manner:

"Um... Aisha, do you really know how to cook?"

On this point, I really doubt it.

After all... have you ever heard of any emperor who cooks himself?

Seems unheard of, right?

Although compared with those arrogant and lustful human monarchs, El Mesa's life can definitely be described in simplicity.

But you have to say that as a female emperor of the elves, she has to cook herself all day long.

Then I don't believe it at all.

"Why... my little husband..."

Elmesha put her hand on the bed and approached me little by little, staring at me questioningly, and said:

"Do you not want to eat what I made...or do you simply do not believe that people can cook?"

Hmm.... If you have to ask, it must be the second one.

Of course, if the second article really holds...then the first one is unnecessary...

However, such a straightforward answer is still impossible to say.

Girls, they all like to hear compliments...Even if Elmesha is the empress, it will never be an exception.

Besides, since you are your own wife, what is wrong with praising her?

Because if you make her happy...maybe you can unlock some wonderful poses at night...

Why don't I take advantage of this kind of good deeds of mutual benefit and win-win?

Of course, praise belongs to praise...

I must shoot my wife's flattery...

But the meal cooked by this legendary powerhouse is absolutely uneaten.

After all.... There are too many stories about the strong people making dark dishes in the entire Western Continent... and it has even been summarized by the rule of "the higher the strength, the more unpalatable cooking".

And I have personally experienced it with the old bastard...what is food that even dogs don’t want to eat...

Therefore, El Mesa wants to cook...I should stop her as soon as possible.

After thinking about it for a moment, I put a smile on my face and said to Elmesha:

"How come... Aisha, of course I want to eat what you made, but..."

After complimenting El Mesa, my conversation changed.

"I can't bear to... let my lovely wife Aisha cook... the kitchen is so smoky, if it hurts your skin, then I will die of heartache!"

Performing with a strong voice, I feel that I am about to be moved by myself.

While affirming El Mesa's intentions, she also tactfully expressed her love for her, and finally subtly rejected her arrangement.

Master, I am really too witty!

After saying that..... Aisha should have given up the idea of ​​cooking, right?

Thinking of this, I was a little worried and added:

"So... Aisha, you are taking a good rest here. I can do the cooking."

Although, I am not really good at cooking.

But after learning a few hands with Margaret’s sister, it’s okay to cook some simple dishes.

It's hard to say how delicious, but it's enough to fill your stomach.

After listening to my speech, Elmesha folded her arms and squinted at me:

"Husband...I'm glad you care about me so much...but!"

After a pause, El Mesa said with a confident tone, proudly:

"If you, Xiaotu, think of me as the kind of spoiled, human eldest lady who has never been in the kitchen...that would be a big mistake!"

As she said she turned around, put one long snowy leg on the other, and pointed to the dome of the Ice Palace and said:

"When I first moved here...I was still just a little girl, and my father did not assign a servant to serve me..."

She turned her head and winked at me mischievously:

"So... Xiaotu, how do you think I was filling my stomach back then?"

As she said, she stretched out her hand to squeeze my face, and said in a very petting way:

"So, stop thinking about it, my lovely little husband... lie here obediently and wait to eat~ This is also an apology for you~"

** With my face, Elmesha stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

"But... Aisha..."

I still want to argue about something, but Mesa has walked straight out of the room.

Suddenly, she looked back as if she had remembered something:

"Oh... By the way, if you are really worried about the small picture, just follow it and see it. I don't mind if you are there..."

After finishing speaking, Elmesha cast a wink at me, then snapped her fingers again, freeing my body.

"If there is no problem... Then they will cook first~"

After speaking, Elmesha hummed the elven tune happily and walked straight out of the bedroom.

With my somewhat sore body moving, I sighed helplessly.

Alas.... It is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that cannot be avoided.

After all.... I will live with El Mesa for many years, and I will always meet her when she cooks.

So... even if the food she made is really poisonous, I have to pinch my nose and take two bites.

Died early and superborn early... After this time, you can use this as an excuse to keep El Mesa completely away from the kitchen.

In a sense... this is also a good thing.

After all, there is a reward for what you pay... isn't it?

Thinking of this, lifted the quilt and stood up.I found a nightgown to put on casually in the closet.

I don't know what material the robe is made of. It is very comfortable and close to the body.The size is just right for my figure, and I don’t know if it was specially prepared by El Mesa.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little warmth in my heart.

El Mesa, she really cares about me...

Of course, if she is not so impulsive, and will not always take out a hatchet to chop people, so much the better...

All in all, let's go to the kitchen to see how she is cooking.

As long as it is not too bad, maybe I can help her remedy it.

Out of the bedroom, I walked in the direction of the kitchen along the ice-covered corridor.

Although, the Palace of the Fallen Night was rebuilt from the ascension of the elven warlock penance.The furnishings in the palace appear simple and simple.

But the palace is a palace after all, no matter how big or small it is, it is not inferior to human palaces at all.It's just that there are not so many extravagant decorations.

After a few turns, I came to the kitchen door.

As soon as it approached, I vaguely heard the sound of cutting vegetables.

The sound was neat and powerful, just listening to it made me imagine the scene of a kitchen knife being chopped on a cutting board.

In this way, El Mesa's technique is still quite proficient, at least the basic skills are passed, and it is certainly not as bad as I thought before.

Since the knives are so sharp, the level of culinary skills will not be too bad, right?

If this is the case, I don't have to worry about it, just wait and eat.

But having said that... Elmesha's knife skills are good... Could it be that she was trained by cutting people?

After all.... If only from the number of enemies killed, the people hacked to death by El Mesa would be able to form a small city...

When she chopped me down before, the knifeman was absolutely sharp...

Thinking of this, I was still a little worried, and finally I was going to go in and see the situation.

But just when I was about to open the kitchen door.

Suddenly... the roar of a spell storm came from the door!

50. El Mesa's Cooking Skills

The popping noise from the kitchen shocked me immediately.

Damn... what's this?

Elmesha who is she fighting with?

But... can the real enemy slam into the palace of Empress Frost?

I doubt it.

Looking at the wooden door of the kitchen with some horror, I hesitated again and again, still wanting to go in and see the situation.

But at this moment, there was another mournful cry in the kitchen!

The sound sounded like a yin wind blowing, like a roaring ghost!Just listening to it makes people shudder and chills!

El Mesa...what the hell is she doing in the kitchen?

She... Is she cooking or summoning the dead?

No matter what you think, it's impossible to make this kind of noise while cooking, right?

"Monster! Look at the sword!"

At this moment, El Mesa's sweet drink came from the kitchen.

Then there was the sound of breaking through the air with the blade swinging, and the muffled sound of piercing the flesh.

It's weird...it's so weird.

In any case, I can’t believe that Elmesha is really just cooking.

No... I can't feel relieved, I have to go in anyway!

What if Aisha is in danger?

Thinking of this, I summoned my strength, covered the kitchen handle and pushed inward.

"Aisha... are you okay?"

I looked over in the anxious kitchen.

But at this moment, a black sticky substance sprayed out, and it instantly muddled my face.

"Ahhhhh-"

The stench spread from my face to my nostrils in an instant, irritating my nerves.And my vision was completely blocked and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"I'm fine! Small picture, just wait patiently for dinner outside!"

At this time, Elmesha's voice came from a distance.

It sounds... She seems confident.

Reluctantly wipe off the sticky juice on the face.

I rubbed my eyes and reluctantly looked in the direction where Elmesha was.

I saw that she was cutting something hard with a long knife in her hand.