"That's not the case. It hasn't developed any spiritual consciousness yet. It just likes cooler places by nature." Luo Jiujiang raised his hand and took the silver-sheathed long sword that had just been in the refrigerator and was still covered with a thin layer of frost.
He wasn't wearing a robe now, and there was no place to hang the knife on his waist, but even holding it in one hand, he exuded a sword-like sharpness, which could not be concealed even by the Harry Potter T-shirt and beach shorts.
Fortunately, despite his sharp temperament, his expression was cheerful and gentle, never appearing cold or harsh at all. In particular, his eyes seemed to always hold a hint of a pleasant smile, making people feel friendly and curious even when meeting him for the first time.
Zheng Shu, a single-celled organism with thick nerves, didn't realize the danger Luo Jiujiang was in. He looked back at his refrigerator, which had been wrecked, and couldn't help asking, "Why is my freezer compartment frozen like this?"
"Because it likes it." Luo Jiujiang threw out this answer again: "Maybe it's because the temperature of the upper layer is not low enough, so it creates it by itself."
"...Then Luo Ge, why don't you just throw this knife into the freezer down there?"
Luo Jiujiang replied calmly, "No, I can't bear it. Its name is 'Chengxue'."
Zheng Shu: “…”
As a modern illiterate who could even hear "Sister Xue" as "Xue Zi," Zheng Shu took half a minute to understand: Oh, because this knife is called "Chengxue," which means to clear snowflakes, so Luo Jiujiang can't put the knife underneath. Who made the frozen layer have such a layer of frost that looks like snowflakes?
Zheng Shu: “…”
I don’t understand you people in the world of immortal cultivation.
Just then, Aunt Wang was walking towards the dining room, carrying a tray filled with Zheng Shu's favorite buttered toast, a vegetable salad, and two glasses of golden orange juice. She was a bit elderly, and her eyesight wasn't very good. She only noticed the long knife in Luo Jiujiang's hand when she got closer, and she cried out in surprise.
"Where did you get the knife? Did you take it from the knife cabinet? Xiao Luo, put it back quickly. Don't walk around with a knife. You don't know how to use it. What if you cut your hand?"
Compared to his casual approach to Zheng Shu, Luo Jiujiang was much more pleasant with Aunt Wang. He first helped Aunt Wang take the tray, and when she asked him to put down her precious knife, which was worthy of being in the refrigerator, he didn't get angry. Instead, he said gently, "It's okay. I'm an expert with knives. If you want to cut vegetables, just call me."
Zheng Shu, who was watching from the side, was stunned.
He kept pulling at Luo Jiujiang's clothes until he brought him to the restaurant. Before he even sat down, he couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Luo, are you familiar with the cook in my family?"
"Well, she also taught me how to use a pressure cooker and an electric rice cooker." Luo Jiujiang replied with a smile.
Zheng Shu: “…”
It's true that the immortal gods have extraordinary ambitions. When you look online at the protagonists with supernatural powers or immortal cultivation who come to the modern era, they either enter the entertainment industry, or start a company by speculating in stocks and vowing to stir up a storm in the business world, or directly sell some top-grade elixirs and top-grade magic tools to become a millionaire.
The great man he met was so good that he was addicted to games on his first afternoon and went straight to learn about the pots and stoves and household appliances in the kitchen on the second morning.
But thinking about today's plans, Zheng Shu quickly perked up. Aunt Wang, perhaps because Luo Jiujiang was Zheng Shu's friend, had prepared the same breakfast for them. Zheng Shu was also curious whether Luo Jiujiang would be comfortable with a Western-style breakfast of toast and vegetable salad.
When Luo Jiujiang called the butter toast "burnt doughnut pancake," Zheng Shu was already secretly stifling a laugh. After picking up some vegetable salad with a fork and eating it, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but ask, "What's this white sweet and sour sauce?"
"Salad dressing."
After hearing his answer, Luo Jiujiang looked at the vegetable salad thoughtfully, then suddenly realized: "Oh, this is the pickled vegetable you have here."
Zheng Shu laughed so hard that his head fell off.
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