Chapter 1010: Frost

When the silver-haired girl put the waterless round cake into her mouth, Luo Chuan keenly noticed that there were some waves in the red eyes.
"She seems to like it very much." Yao Ziyan whispered to Luo Chuan.
The food in the mouth has not been swallowed, and another piece of cake has been picked up.
There were more unfamiliar customers joining for breakfast, which brought a lot of changes compared to usual. At least a large part of Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan's attention fell on her.
"Where did you put the fruit?" Luo Chuan asked in a low voice.
"In the fruit porridge." Yao Ziyan replied in a low voice.
The conversation between the two had no impact on the girl at all. Her spirit seemed to be completely immersed in the process of eating, unable to respond to the outside world.
Under the gaze of Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan, she looked at the fruit porridge in front of her and took a sip with a spoon.
The movement suddenly froze, his cold face shattered like ice, a certain brilliance appeared in his slightly apathetic eyes, and his mouth opened slightly.
"It seems that it did have an impact." Yao Ziyan whispered.
Looking at the scene in front of her, she seemed to think of her previous experience, and a strange expression appeared on her face.
Luo Chuan looked at the expression of the silver-haired girl, looking forward to the next change.
A few seconds later, she coughed violently, covering her mouth, tears even appeared in the corners of her eyes.
Neither Luo Chuan nor Yao Ziyan showed any unexpected expressions. This reaction was normal. Yao Ziyan still remembered that he could vaguely feel a strange smell in his mouth the next day after eating.
The cough lasted for a few minutes before it was over. The silver-haired girl looked at the fruit porridge in front of her, her face clearly showing fear.
Compared with the expressionless face, it is a great improvement.
According to Luo Chuan's judgment, she should not be able to drink the next fruit porridge, but the effect has been achieved.
"What's this...?" A slightly dry but pleasant voice came from the silver-haired girl's mouth, as if it had been a long time since she had spoken.
Compared with the previous hoarse voice, it seems that this mask should have a voice-changing effect. Luo Chuan came to this conclusion.
"Fruit porridge." Yao Ziyan said.
Just added special fruits provided by the boss' friendship. She added another sentence in her mind.
The silver-haired girl frowned and seemed to suffer some kind of pain.
"Drinking all of it may help you." Yao Ziyan reminded her.
Luo Chuan did not speak, but watched this scene quietly.
The girl's gaze fell on the fruit porridge in front of her, and a hesitant look appeared on her face. It seemed that the experience just now gave her a deep impression.
She weighed it in her mind.
It seemed that a big decision had been made, and he took a deep breath, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
Picked up the fruit porridge and drank it all.
But it is obvious that this method does not change the taste.
It was another violent cough for several minutes.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he finally returned to normal.
Although it was still expressionless, compared to when he just took off the mask, his eyes clearly looked bright.
"What's your name?" Yao Ziyan looked at her curiously.
"Name?" Yao Ziyan's words seemed to plunge the silver-haired girl into memories.
A confused look appeared on his face, and he shook his head.
Luo Chuan ate a cake and looked at the World Tree in the corner.
It is amnesia again, I don't know what it has to do with the world tree, if it is also due to the influence of the abyss.
After the silence, the silver-haired girl spoke again: "Frost."
"Your name?" Yao Ziyan couldn't figure out what she meant.
The silver-haired girl shook her head, then nodded again.
Yao Ziyan frowned and seemed to understand what she wanted to express: "Forgot her name, so use this temporarily?"
The silver-haired girl nodded.
Luo Chuan felt a strange feeling in his heart as he watched the conversation between the two.
Forget it, it's not important.
Continue to eat breakfast.
The silver-haired girl who temporarily claimed to be Frost had eaten the fruit porridge, but it didn't seem to have changed much from the original. She was still taciturn, except for answering Yao Ziyan's question and she didn't say a word.
After breakfast, Yao Ziyan went to the second floor.
"The goods in the store are all here, and the methods used are on the wall. You can take a look." Luochuan did not forget his responsibilities as the boss, explaining the relevant information of Origin Mall to Frost.
The taciturn silver-haired girl only nodded to Luo Chuan's response. She looked at the black mask in her hand and did not choose to put it on again after hesitating.
"How are you learning from Boss Yuan?" Jiang Shengjun asked curiously.
He and Bu Lige walked on the streets of the city, using spiritual power to isolate the rain outside.
There are still many residents of Jiuyao City talking about Bu Lige being accepted as an apprentice by Yuan Gui.
Just walk into a restaurant while eating, most of the topics of those diners are this.
As for the fact that following Yuan Gui is a chef, no one mentions it. For the cultivator, the realm of strength is very important. Whether it is a chef or a student’s disciple, the purpose is the same, there is no such thing. What is the difference between superior and inferior.
Now Jiang Shengjun has no idea of ​​competing with Bu Lige. When he heard Bu Lige was adopted as an apprentice by God of Cooking, he was shocked for a long time.
His best friend suddenly became the apprentice of the top cultivator in Tianlan Continent, which made him feel a little unrealistic.
But even with such a big change in identity, Bu Lige hasn't changed as a result. He still lives a regular life in the three places of Zhennan Houfu, Yuangui Store, and Origin Mall.
"The teacher said let me go to study every night." Bu Lige answered casually.
The heavy rain still continued, and there were not many pedestrians on the streets of Jiuyao City in the early morning. The two of them were talking while walking in the direction of Origin Mall.
At the door of Yuangui's shop, there were already white mists floating away, melted into the rain curtain.
"It's just right, Master's breakfast seems to be almost done." Step Lige looked at Yuangui's shop not far away.
"It always feels a little weird to be with you." Jiang Shengjun whispered.
Bu Lige sniffed: "There is a light sweetness in the air. It seems that today's breakfast is sweet again. By the way, what did you just say?"
"Nothing." Jiang Shengjun shook his head, and took a few deep breaths like Bu Lige, "Is there a smell in the air? Why can't I smell anything?"
"This involves personal talent." When talking about this topic, a proud look appeared on Step Lige's face, "Obviously you don't have this talent."
Jiang Shengjun:...