Chapter 20 The roses of Thorn Manor not only have fragrance, but also thorns. ...

The knife in Tang En's hand moved on the flesh like a living thing.

Although it was daytime, Tang En turned on the light in the room, and the cold light on the blade flickered, smart and dazzling.

The room was playing popular and soothing music.

Tang En ordered some fresh ingredients on the Star Network. This kind of food is not cheap in the interstellar world. In the era of meal powder and nutritional supplements, even automatic cooking machines have become expensive household appliances. It

is even more luxurious to cook by yourself.

Although he can understand its luxury rationally, Tang En is emotionally speechless.

There was no kitchen in the dormitory originally, and Tang En modified one himself.

A cold white light shone down from the top of her head. There was a shadow under her eye sockets. It was difficult to see the emotion conveyed by her eyes, but Tang En was humming softly along with the music.

——Her mood should be considered good, judged by Phyllus.

At this moment, he was a little restless. He didn't quite understand why he was sitting here alone.

It was almost noon. Phyllus followed the location sent by Tang En and the navigation broadcast, and walked along the main roads and small roads in the school to the third-year dormitory.

There were some plants taller than people and with pure white flowers planted at the door of the third-year dormitory. However, only when you get close can you smell a little bit of faint fragrance, which is very, very faint.

He walked to 206 on the second floor and knocked on the door and waited for a while.

Tang En opened the door for him.

However, there were only two people in the dormitory.

Tang En turned on the projection in the living room for him, letting him choose whatever he wanted to watch, and then walked into the kitchen.

What surprised Philus was that this place did not match his imagination. It was neither luxurious nor extravagant.

The most dazzling decoration in the room might be the sunlight coming in from the window. The curtains were made of a simple white cloth on the inside and a simple black and gray cloth on the outside.

Most of the furniture was made of silver-white metal, with a cold temperament.

Tang En was behind the glass door of the kitchen, wearing a white apron.

Her fingertips touched the texture of the flesh, and her fingers were slender and powerful.

Her movements were steady and restrained, and vaguely revealed a strange and dangerous temperament.

The hand holding the knife already knew the direction of the meat strips because of the probing and caressing of the other hand. So when she cut and dismembered it, it was as natural as rain flowing into the cracks in the ground.

Quietly, gently, and quickly.

Without thousands of dissections, there would be no such smooth process.

When encountering a long but fragile bone, there would be a sudden "bang" sound, and she would cut it in two with one knife.

The deep red bone marrow in the middle of the rugged cross-section was trembling slightly.

Phyllus seemed to see Twain wearing a mecha, standing on the battlefield of the stars. The laser weapon was like the knife in his hand, stroking the joints of the opponent's mecha with the tip of the knife.

Piece by piece, he disassembled the opponent's mecha limbs.

The scorching laser beams and the cold and hard mecha accessories wandered in the void of space until Tang En peeled open the hatch and saw the bewildered person inside.

She should be as calm and elegant as she is now.

She even enjoyed it. She didn't think there was anything wrong with the piece of meat in her hand being a living creature, or maybe she was treating it as a living thing.

Tang En felt a kind of destructive pleasure when chopping the bones.

That kind of pleasure was transmitted from her fingertips to her brain, and the things that she controlled too tightly would flow out with every knife, flowing to places that were irrelevant but could make her happy.

"Bang!"

Another sound.

Only then did Philus realize that the plot in the projection had reached the stage of firefight.

The people in the play were using backward guns, and it seemed that the background was a time when technology was not well developed.

On the small table in front of him, there was a glass quietly placed, which contained hot water with white smoke, and a plate of fruit.

Except that the environment was quiet and a little awkward, Tang En's hospitality was very considerate.

Perhaps the silence at this moment is also a kind of thoughtfulness.

If there was someone else talking to him, Cardinals might feel more embarrassed.

Cardinals sank into the sofa. Only the sofa where Cardinals sat was the softest. The others were a bit hard. There was not much scent of roses, only a faint one.

Only when he sank into this soft sofa did he squeeze out a handful of excess.

He felt like he was outside a rose garden, the fragrance surrounded him, making the glands on the back of his neck slightly warm.

The color of the roses was flaming red, and they embraced him gently.

Cardinals couldn't help but want to curl up into a ball and stuff his whole body into the soft single-seater sofa. He buried his head in the gap between the backrest and the armrest.

But the best he could do was pretend that he was sleepy and lie on it.

He couldn't go too far, or he would be treated as a weirdo.

Cardinals calmed down his agitated emotions a little, and silently counted the days of his estrus in his heart. Cardinals reached out and touched the glands on his neck.

——He suspected that the estrus period would come early.

Because of long-term use of inhibitors, his estrus period is not very stable.

He has to go out to get inhibitors from the black market.

Tang En finally came out of the kitchen and said apologetically: "Have you been waiting for a long time? Were you sleepy?"

Feilu Si sat up suddenly and said, "No, senior sister."

Tang En simply made four dishes, two meat dishes and two vegetarian dishes, and placed two bowls of clean white rice in front of the two.

Feilu Si was a little surprised. He had never eaten such a meal before, and it was very different from what he had eaten in Kant's restaurant before.

Tang En did not mean to introduce it. She just put the spoon and fork in front of Feilu Si, and picked up two thin sticks.

She did not talk about the food, but talked about the things in her hand, "These are called chopsticks."

Felix looked at her, nodded twice, and then tried a bite of the fried meat.

A rather surprising taste bloomed on his taste buds, and the various spices blended together so perfectly that his tongue could hardly tell what Tang En had used.

The meat also had no smell at all, and on the contrary, it was stimulated to have a more tender taste because of the added side dishes.

He had never eaten such a special dish before, and couldn't help but look up at Tang En.

Tang En noticed his little movement and said, "Do you feel strange and uncomfortable eating it?"

"No, sister, it's delicious." Felix said immediately. In his previous 18 years of life, he had never tasted such an amazing taste.

It was not a single sweetness, nor a single saltiness, nor a stiff mixture of spices.

"Alicia and Iris said that it was delicious, but they couldn't get used to it."

Tang En laughed, "But I can't get used to what they like to eat either."

Now, Felix finally understood why Tang En only ate meal powder and drank juice when he went to the restaurant.

- Compared with what he had eaten in the restaurant before, he always felt that although the food tasted good, there was always some unsatisfactory strange taste.

Tang En ate slowly, and from time to time he used another pair of chopsticks to pick up vegetables and meat for Felix, "Eat more, eating can help you grow taller."

Felix is ​​only 18 years old this year, and he still has some height to grow in the next five years.

Felix ate a lot without realizing it, and he ate everything that Tang En picked for him.

There was no way, this was his habit. If he didn't finish the food he could find today, he might not be able to find food for the next meal. Although his life got better later, he still couldn't change it.

Fortunately, Tang En also noticed this. At first, she watched Phaerus eat a whole bowl of rice - the bowl she used was not small, and she thought Phaerus might have a big appetite.

But when she found that Phaerus frowned in discomfort, she directly picked out the food in his bowl.

"Don't eat if you're full. Don't go to the school hospital because of such a small thing."

Phaerus was anxious, a bit like a puppy guarding its food.

But he still agreed reluctantly, which made Tang En smile.

——I didn't expect that the way that Phaerus guarded his food was so cute, but overeating is really not advisable.

Tang En put the food that she picked out of Phaerus' bowl into a bag, and said a little awkwardly: "If you want to eat it so much, then you can take it back."

Phaerus thought about Tang En's suggestion seriously.

After all, the cooking skills of the senior sister are not so easy to taste. If he takes it back, even if it is leftovers - he has eaten leftovers many times before, and the taste is much worse.

Tang En found that Phaerus was really considering the possibility of taking the leftovers back, and she felt a little soft-hearted for some reason.

She raised her hand and rubbed Phaerus's head casually, "The school cafeteria is not that bad. Eating fresh food is better for your health than eating leftovers."

——It's been a long time. This kind of mood and instructions should appear in the 21st century.

In fact, they have almost finished eating these. After all, with Phaerus eating them desperately, it is not a waste.

"... Senior sister, you don't want me to move in, right?"

Tang En's hand paused.

"Yes."

Phaerus looked up at her, "Why, is it that Senior Sister can't do it?"

Tang En took her hand off his head, held his face, and saw through his intention, "Want to stimulate me to agree to you?"

Phaerus smelled a cold rose scent.

Tang En's fingertips brushed his cheek, reminding him of the tip of her knife kissing the meat on the chopping board.

Phaerus froze in place, his internal organs tangled together. The shadows of the two of them were reflected on the wall, snuggling together.