Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 205 Why aren’t side dishes called dishes?

"Executive?" Cheng Yan pondered for a moment, then decisively refused.

"No."

Tartaglia was stunned, "Why! That position is extremely prestigious, and the treatment must be very good."

Cheng Yan bit his lip and said, "Of course it's because I feel that the position of executive officer is not suitable for me. It's enough for me to be the executive officer's lackey."

Just think about it, if Cheng Yan could stick to Zazan all day long, he would be willing to be his slave.

But if you become an executive of another country, and you can tell at a glance that you are a high-level leader, if the Emperor finds out, he will definitely break your legs.

Aunt Liu Yun’s nagging alone is enough to make me suffer.

Cheng Yan shuddered suddenly and waved his hand at Tartaglia.

"Please don't mention this in front of me again. I really can't do it."

Tartaglia tilted his head and stared at Cheng Yan for a while. After a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he patted Cheng Yan's shoulder hard.

"Then just wait. When I become an executive officer, I will accept you as my little brother and let you follow me to enjoy the good life."

Cheng Yan leaned back, "No, I have already chosen an executive officer, and I only listen to him. Besides, you are still a pawn like me now, it won't be too late to talk about it when you become an executive officer."

Tartaglia looked serious, and her pale blue eyes lit up.

“I will definitely become an executive officer.”

This is what the master meant, and it is also what Tartaglia himself pursues.

Cheng Yan crossed his arms and looked at Tartaglia's confident expression.

"I really believe in you. You can definitely become an executive officer."

The casual conversation between the two people caused a stir among the Fatui of the future. They overcame all obstacles and even got a chance to fight against the executor.

But today, for the entire morning, Cheng Yan and Tartaglia only knocked down a battalion of Fatui soldiers, and then they were refreshed and ready to go for lunch without any embarrassment after the battle.

"Hey, isn't the dining area just up front? Where are you going?"

Cheng Yan curved his eyes and said, "I'm not going to eat there. I'm going to cook for myself."

Tartaglia blinked, "Then bring me one, I can pay for it."

Cheng Yan stopped him, "No, this is a special dish that only I can eat. I won't sell it to you even if you pay me."

I don’t know what Zanzan made, but no matter what he made, only he can eat it.

Tartaglia looked at Cheng Yan protecting his food and said, "Okay... well, don't forget to come back in the afternoon. We still have training to do."

Cheng Yan frowned as he recalled the groups of soldiers who attacked him without any plan in the morning.

"What kind of training is this? It's not even as intense as a warm-up. It's boring."

Cheng Yan used to train with Morax every day. That guy was always on the line between life and death. Although Morax was measured in his attacks, Cheng Yan still couldn't forget the extremely powerful pressure. In comparison, training here was easier than playing house.

"That's perfect. We'll practice together this afternoon. Remember to be there on time."

Cheng Yan turned around and waved at him, "Got it, let's talk about it this afternoon."

Before he could finish his words, Cheng Yan had already run towards Dotore's residence.

The executive officer's residence was very impressive, and even the ground far away looked different.

Cheng Yan was in high spirits as he walked on the stone road with special patterns and regular shapes.

“I wonder what delicious food Zanzan made…”

He ran back and pushed the door open with force.

"I'm back, thanks!"

Dotore was putting something on the table with his back to Cheng Yan. He turned around after hearing Cheng Yan's voice, but before he could open his mouth, Cheng Yan jumped on him and hugged him.

"Did Zanzan miss me? I'm so hungry, did you make anything delicious?"

Dotole was originally holding Cheng Yan's waist to prevent him from falling. After hearing his words, he turned his head to look at the table, and his back inadvertently stiffened a little.

Cooking... is not as easy as imagined, and I am not as skilled as Cheng Yan when I cook, but...

Dotore thought about the appearance of the dishes he had made. Although he couldn't guarantee the taste, the appearance should still be able to fool Cheng Yan.

The cover on the table used to cover the dishes was removed. Dotole released his hand around Cheng Yan and put him on the ground. He watched Cheng Yan's eyes move to the table and turned his face away, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Just make something, eat it if you're hungry."

Cheng Yan's eyes lit up when he saw the dishes on the table clearly.

"Wow, it's worthy of being called Zan Zan. This dish is like a work of art."

The dishes on the plate were exquisitely carved, and the shapes of animals and plants were so lifelike that Cheng Yan was reluctant to eat them.

But thinking that this was made by Zazan with great effort, Cheng Yan lowered his head, without even picking up the chopsticks, and opened his mouth to take a big bite.

The pure natural taste blooms in your mouth, the most original taste of fresh vegetables, very healthy and good for your body.

In other words... no seasoning, no processing, just carving the raw materials and putting them on display.

Su De Cheng Yan thought he was eating grass.

With a conflicted expression, Cheng Yan lowered his head and took another bite, but he had to admit that the carrot did taste much better after being carved by Zanzan.

Dotore kept staring at Cheng Yan's reaction, and felt a little relieved when he saw that he kept talking.

Cheng Yan took another bite and looked up at Dotorre while chewing.

"Zan Zan, you don't usually have to cook for yourself."

Dotore reached up and wiped the carrot juice from his lips.

"Of course not."

If Cheng Yan hadn't asked him, he felt that he would never enter a place like the kitchen in his life.

Cheng Yan nodded, "Then I'm relieved. Otherwise, without me to cook, my Zanzan would have a hard time."

Dotole's hands froze, "Not tasty?"

Cheng Yan buried his head in his shoulder, "How could that be? How could carrots not taste good? But Zanzan, you can't just put anything on a plate and call it a dish. Luckily I'm not picky about food, otherwise you would be feeding me like a rabbit."

Feeling the slight stiffness of the person in front of him, Cheng Yan couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Putting his arm around Dotore's waist, he said, "I know Zanzan has put a lot of effort into this. I am very happy to eat the food that Zanzan has prepared. From now on, I will be in charge of cooking, and Zanzan will just have to wait to eat."

Dotore hugged him back and was about to say something, but paused for a moment when he felt the movement of Cheng Yan's hand on his waist.

"Don't touch your hands."

He said nice things with his mouth, but his hands started to act naughty.

Cheng Yan pouted, and instead of relaxing, he pressed even harder.

"Zan Zan is mine. If I don't let you touch it, who else can you let you touch it? I don't agree. Only I can touch Zan Zan."

Dotore took a breath, grabbed Cheng Yan's dishonest hand and pressed him to the edge of the table.

"You said you would eat whatever I made."

Cheng Yan stared at Dotore, reached out for the chopsticks and started stuffing food into his mouth.

"Of course, but Zan Zan, if I finish eating you will give me a reward, not too much, just being able to hold you while taking a nap will be fine."

Dotore was silent for a moment and took Cheng Yan's hand off his body.

"Let's talk after eating."

How to have a comfortable nap? Of course, it is to hold Zanzan in your arms. Cheng Yan has already put this method into practice.