The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 927 Cthulhu is a cook

  "You are the emperor, the pillar of the country!"

  The evil **** keeps thinking about it.

  Lu Huaijiang remembered that, eight years ago today, Lulu gave him a chicken leg in the Hall of Salvation.

   also coveted and asked him if he could lick the bone he had finished.

  Lu Huaijiang chuckled, dispelling the loneliness in his heart.

   "I want to give Lulu some food." Lu Huai Jiang stood up with soft eyebrows.

   "Eat, eat, eyebrows are on fire! Don't you feel that the way of heaven is suppressing you more?" The evil spirit jumped angrily.

  But Lu Huaijiang left the bedroom without looking back.

   "Go to the imperial dining room." Lu Huaijiang's face was slightly cold, and Father Lu paused and immediately preached: "Place the imperial dining room."

  Until he followed a few steps, he asked respectfully: "Your Majesty is hungry? The servant asked the Imperial Dining Room to bring the menu?"

  Lu Huaijiang waved his hand, his footsteps were windy.

  He wants to cook something for Lulu.

  "No promise, no promise! Your hands are used to kill people and make money, they are used to kill the **** of heaven! They actually wash their hands and make soup for a woman!" Cthulhu screamed in his mind.

  Lu Huaijiang never paid any attention to it, and ignored the panic and anxiety of the people in the imperial dining room.

   "Quit all of them, no entry is allowed without my order." Lu Huaijiang lightly raised his hand, and everyone in the imperial dining room bowed their heads and retreated. Grandpa Lu was shocked, Your Majesty, are you preparing to do it yourself?

  But your Majesty said one thing is true, how dare Father Lu guess the holy meaning.

  Dang Even bowed and retired.

  From time to time, I heard the sound of knocking on the cutting board from inside the house.

  The director of the imperial dining room knelt outside the door tremblingly, and asked Grandpa Lu cautiously: "If your majesty does something unpalatable, will you kill the minion?"

  The director of the imperial dining room wants to cry without tears.

   Father Lu raised his eyelids, but it was not enough.

  In the Imperial Dining Room.

  Lu Huaijiang looked at the cutting board that had been cut in half, and fell into deep thought.

   "In my memory, Lulu loves to eat chicken legs, I will kill one." Lu Huaijiang took the knife and walked straight to the back door.

   picked a plump one and held his breath for a moment.

  The chopper flew out.

  The chicken head was chopped off.

  The chicken head rolled twice on the ground.

  But chicken...

  Blood was constantly bleeding from her neck, and she was still running around with her headless body, and the room was full of blood stains.

  Like the murder scene.

   "This chicken, I'm afraid it will become a fine one." Lu Huaijiang was silent for a while, looked at the chicken feathers and blood on the floor, and expressed his opinion.

   Cthulhu cursed with anger.

   "You rubbish, rubbish! You can't even cook a meal! Get out of here, Lao Tzu!" Cthulhu shouted angrily.

  I don’t know whether Lu Huaijiang did not resist, or the evil spirit was too angry.

  He actually controlled his body easily.

  The Cthulhu stood at the scene, still startled when he held the knife in his hand.

   Immediately scolded and grabbed a chicken: "I really owe you. I don’t even know **** a chicken. What else would you do? I’m afraid I can’t even cook food."

   "I can't even grasp a woman's stomach, and I want to grab a woman. Waste." Cthulhu grabbed the chicken and twisted its wings and head.

   Pulled the hair on her neck, and wiped her neck with a flash of silver light.

   didn't even kick the foot.

   Then I saw him catching fire quickly, plucking hair, and chopping it up.

  A variety of ingredients were found again, and there was a raging fire under the stove.

  The evil **** who can compete with the creator of the world, cooks evenly.

  (End of this chapter)