Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 545 The Little Demon 6

The breath of evening filled the house without anyone noticing.

Yun Chu had lain on the carpet for long enough, sniffing the scent of the sunset. Then, as if he had just remembered some important mission, he sat up with a somersault.

Her laziness and confusion disappeared without a trace at that moment, and her eyes lit up with the same focused light on food again: "I lost the handmade competition, but on my home turf...it's time to show my sword!"

She turned to look at Luo Yunshuang, rubbing her hands together, with a familiar smile on her face, a mixture of determination and greed:

"Sister, do you want hot pot or barbecue?"

The faint smell of clay and glitter in the air was instantly replaced by the sizzling pork belly and the bubbling aroma of spicy butter in my imagination.

Luo Yunshuang looked at her sister who had recovered to full health, and felt that this 72-hour live broadcast was becoming more and more "interesting".

When Luo Yunshuang heard "hot pot or barbecue", her eyes lit up instantly like Yun Chu's, and the frustration from the previous handicraft class was immediately thrown away.

"Hot pot! It has to be hot pot!" She raised her hand without hesitation, "Especially hot pot with red oil! Save my heart from being hurt by the clay!"

The Queen of Handicrafts instantly switched to foodie mode and began to pick up the materials and tools scattered on the ground with swift movements.

Glitter? No problem! The clay and glitter smell will be completely overwhelmed by the spicy butter after a while!

When Yun Chu received the order, he immediately revived on the spot with full health like a general who received the order to charge.

She rubbed her cheeks that were just stained with glitter, and the light of "food purifier" reappeared in her eyes.

She rushed to the bathroom first, quickly washing off the clay residue on her hands and the traces of glitter on her face. As she walked, she shouted, "Sister! Clean up quickly! After cleaning up the 'battlefield', I'll wash the vegetables and prepare the ingredients! My family in the live broadcast room, are you ready to see my cooking skills? I'll show you what a real battlefield is - a hot pot game!"

The barrage has exploded:

【Ahhh, I've finally been waiting for this moment! My takeout is ready! 】

[The sister god of war has returned! Tremble, ingredients!]

[Shuangshuang's expression instantly changed from queen to foodie, it made me laugh to death! ]

[Pull your stools and wait for the large-scale feeding! ]

So what happens to the potato pig? Will it become a hot pot side dish? (Scared)

[Wake up, the one in front! That's a work of art! (dog head)]

Unlike the quiet living room, the kitchen instantly turns into a bustling stage.

Yun Chu felt like a fish in water, the pots and pans clashing in her hands with a neat rhythm.

She skillfully set up the simmering hot pot. The clear soup was bubbling gently, while the red oil bottom of the pot was dominated by the aroma of butter, chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns.

The clacking sound of cutting vegetables is her main melody:

Beef rolls as thin as cicada wings, crispy and distinct yellow-throated duck intestines, evenly sized mushroom blocks, pleasingly green baby cabbage... Every cut is made with precise strength and smooth beauty, as if it is not preparing ingredients, but an artistic carving.

This time, the role positioning is extremely clear.

Luo Yunshuang consciously stayed away from the stove and knives, mainly responsible for "peripheral support": "Garlic paste is here! Sesame oil is ready! Cilantro, chopped green onions, and cilantro are all needed, right?"

She was busy in the seasoning area, and did not forget to hand over baskets of washed vegetables to Yun Chu.

Although the shadow of clumsiness still existed (she almost knocked over the vinegar bottle when passing the seasoning), under Yun Chu's clear instructions ("Sister! Bring the tripe!" "Sister! Wash another basket of lettuce!"), she felt a sense of security that she had found her place.

Occasionally, she would secretly pick up a piece of freshly cut luncheon meat and put it in her mouth. When Yun Chu caught her, she would quickly feed her sister a bite to please her.

There is no more rush and confusion in the kitchen, only efficiency and tacit understanding with clear division of labor.

The live camera captured them skillfully: the younger sister was concentrating on controlling the fire in the lingering heat, not even bothering to wipe the fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead;

My sister was hanging around nearby, clumsily but seriously peeling garlic, putting food on plates, and adding drinks, like a loyal follower.

The bickering between the two also changed its flavor:

Yun Chu: "The tripe is going up and down! The cooking time is crucial! Sister, please don't eat it secretly!"

Luo Yunshuang: "I know, I know! ...Wow, this beef is cooked! Try it first!" (As she spoke, she stuffed the piece of meat covered in the aroma of red oil into Yun Chu's mouth)

Yun Chu gasped from the heat, and glared at her: "...It's delicious! But you're going too far!"

The livestream was abuzz with rapture and cravings: tempting ingredients swirled in red oil and clear broth, the steam rising almost seeping through the screen. Luo Yunshuang, holding her phone, announced the food being cooked while swallowing her own saliva.

"Look at this tripe! Amazing! Crunchy! ... Mine, mine!"

"I picked this crab stick. It's got a perfect stringy effect! ...hiss! It's hot!"

"Help! The yellow throat is too chewy! ... No, add some more duck blood!"

Danmu has already been immersed in the cloud experience of delicious food:

[Poisoning late at night! I hate you! I'm eating instant noodles!]

[My sister's knife skills are amazing! Every piece of meat looks so good!]

[Shuangshuang is just an atmosphere group + food taster! ]

[This tripe is so tempting! That red oil!!]

[Show me the secret sauce my sister made!]

[Hahaha, stuffing each other with meat is so cute! I want to be fed too!]

[It feels like Shuangshuang never stops talking! (Envy, jealousy, and hatred)]

[Potato Pig silently sheds tears on the refrigerator: Was it all a mistake after all?]

After a satisfying meal (mostly from juice), the dishes were scattered all over the place. The clamor of the hot pot gradually died down, leaving behind a feeling of contented weariness.

The two sisters had already tacitly picked up the hot tea and moved to the small balcony.

The night city scene unfolded before their eyes, and the bright lights in the distance formed a galaxy, reflected in their relaxed pupils.

The cool evening breeze blew across their faces, like an invisible hand, gently brushing away the lingering smell of fireworks, clay dust, and the stubbornly flickering silver light on their bodies.

Neither of them spoke, but just snuggled up to each other quietly, feeling the tranquility and fullness after the hustle and bustle.

Luo Yunshuang rubbed her round belly contentedly and burped. "Burp... I'm completely alive again. Yunchu," she turned to look at her sister with a genuine glint in her eyes. "You're really handsome when you cook."

Yun Chu took a sip of hot tea, and the moisture enveloping her eyebrows and eyes made her look particularly gentle.

She tilted her head, her gaze landing on the tiny silver dot on her sister's cheek, which had been almost wiped clean but still left a mark upon closer inspection. A mischievous yet tender smile played across her lips. "When you were pinching the pig, you were quite... well, quite focused. It's so ugly... well, quite artistic."

"Hey!" Luo Yunshuang pretended to be dissatisfied and nudged her lightly with her elbow. Yun Chu smiled and dodged, her body naturally leaning to the side.

The tea warmed my palms and dispelled the last bit of fatigue.

Yun Chu straightened his expression and said seriously to the camera that had been faithfully recording their every move:

"Everyone in the live studio, did you see that? Even the most formidable god of war in the kitchen can get sleepy and turn into a koala sometimes. And even the most confused queen can always shine as long as she finds her own stage."

Yun Chu's voice was clear, with a hint of summary, "This is us, clumsy but hardworking, occasionally failing, but absolutely real daily life."