Transformed into a villain: I rely on iron pots to make the world of immortals alive!

Chapter 468

On the way to the kitchen, I didn't see anything dangerous, but occasionally there would be some strange shadows in a certain place, in groups, motionless.

Chen Muxue guessed that this should be a symbol of those women who stayed in the forbidden area for a long time. To the young Chu Wuxin, they were numb like shadows with little sense of existence, only a little bit of shape existed, but nothing can not do this.

When she came to the kitchen, the door was actually ajar, which made Chen Muxue a bit vigilant, since she pierced someone's eyes through the crack not long ago, she didn't dare to peek through the crack of the door casually.

The kitchen window is open. The ancient kitchen did not have good smoke exhaust equipment. In order to prevent the oily smoke from being too smoky, the window is usually opened when cooking, and ventilation and other factors must be taken into account. After the window is opened, it will Rarely will it be closed.

Therefore, even if it is not the peak season of cooking, the windows of the kitchen are open, but the door is ajar. If it is meal time, the door will usually be opened, not only for the purpose of exhausting smoke and transporting dishes, especially some soup dishes , it may be inconvenient if the door is closed.

The view from the open window is much better than the view from the crack of the door. Chen Muxue first took a few glances into the window from a distance. It seemed that there were no monsters inside, and then she cautiously raised her head to look in the window.

Unexpectedly, not only was there no monster in the kitchen, but a very kind old lady was cutting something.

Other than that, there seems to be nothing else.

Chen Muxue's gaze first swept over the pot on the stove, and she saw at a glance that it was an ordinary pot, not her iron pot, which made her slightly disappointed, but soon, her eyes locked on the old pot. A kitchen knife in the hands of the wife.

It was a little far away, and I couldn't see what she was cutting clearly, but I could tell that the kitchen knife was very sharp, and there was no pause in cutting things.

The sun was gradually slanting to the west, and Chen Muxue felt inexplicably that if she waited until it was dark, something more terrifying might happen. She hesitated for a while, but decided not to wait for the old lady to come out, and what's more, in case it was time for dinner , the old lady is still busy inside, she might have to face more.

So Chen Muxue held the hairpin tightly, and hid her small hands in her sleeves, she quietly walked to the kitchen door: "Is anyone there?"

"Hey!"

There was a commotion inside, the old lady seemed to have put down her work as soon as she heard someone's voice, wiped her hands and came.

With a "squeak", the kitchen door was opened, and the old lady curled up with a wrinkled face, "It's you."

Although the old lady's height is not too high, Chen Muxue, who has Chu Wuxin's ten-year-old body, still has to look up at her slightly. This angle shows her grievance and innocence: "Grandma, can you give me something to eat?" , I'm so hungry."

Her eyes quickly swept across the hands of the old lady. The latter did not hold the kitchen knife in her hand, and she was slightly relieved.

Upon hearing this, the kind old lady called her in immediately: "You are a good boy, come on, my mother-in-law will cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Chen Muxue didn't know the connection between hunger and a good boy, she just obediently followed behind the old lady, but didn't let go of any opportunity to look at the surrounding environment.

It looked like an ordinary kitchen.

After stepping into the kitchen, Chen Muxue's body suddenly felt a bit of warmth. The warmth seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, and even her cold hands and feet began to warm up.

(End of this chapter)