afternoon.

Kurosawa was urged by his mother to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Ms. Tao was already in the kitchen preparing New Year's Eve dinner.

"What are you doing here? Are you hungry?"

Ms. Tao raised her head and glanced at Kurosawa.

"I'm here to help."

Kurosawa recently bought Master Cook from the store.

The price of 250 coupons was very expensive for him in the past, but now it is a drop in the bucket.

"Can you do it? Don't come here to help." Ms. Tao questioned this. After all, in her memory, Kurosawa was not good at cooking.

"It's really good."

Kurosawa is very confident.

In fact, he has never cooked after purchasing Master Cooking Skills. He just feels that his cooking skills should be very high now.

"Then you come."

Ms. Tao reluctantly gave up her position and let Kurosawa take over.

At first she thought Kurosawa was just here to join in the fun, but the more she looked at her, the more surprised she became. He seemed to be quite capable, and she vaguely felt that Kurosawa's knife skills were much sharper than hers.

But as soon as this idea popped into her head, she was immediately thrown out by Ms. Tao.

The authority of being the perennial home cook of the Kurosawa family made her subconsciously want to find something wrong, but she watched Kurosawa's skillful movements for a while and found that there was really nothing wrong with him.

After Kurosawa looked at the ingredients and made two dishes, he wanted to continue to show off his skills, but Ms. Tao kicked him out of the kitchen.

Kurosawa looked at the kitchen with the door closed and smiled bitterly.

The master's cooking skills are indeed better than he imagined. The moment he saw the ingredients, countless recipes, how to make them, the proportions, and the heat all popped into his mind. He felt like he was going to be a five-star hotel owner.

There is no problem with the kitchen at all.

He shook his head.

As his brain accumulated more knowledge and skills, his brain gradually became like a library.

It may be inappropriate to say this, but it is indeed a bit different from the way ordinary people remember.

When not in use, knowledge and memory will be stored deep in the brain. Only when Kurosawa is performing corresponding activities, the corresponding knowledge deep in the brain will flow out continuously as if it has been retrieved.

And after it's over, they will quickly shrink like a tide.

The advantage of this is that too much knowledge will not crowd his brain into chaos, and the knowledge can be stored in his mind in an orderly manner.

Kurosawa felt that he was drifting further and further down the path of non-humanity, both physically and mentally.

Of course, it's not bad.

After a while, dinner started.

Kurosawa's father kept praising the two dishes on the table, and also praised Ms. Tao's cooking skills for the two dishes, which were obviously much more delicious than the other dishes.

Hearing this, Tao Ma looked very embarrassed, while Kurosawa snickered from the side.

A little interlude during dinner does not affect the festive atmosphere of New Year's Eve.

Brilliant fireworks bloomed from the night.

Then came the crackling sound of firecrackers.

Fireworks and firecrackers are not prohibited in Haitang, so this traditional program is retained.

After dinner, a large group of children played with various firecrackers outside.

I don't know whether it was to let Kurosawa find his childlike innocence or something, but his parents also prepared a box of firecrackers for him.

Therefore, Kurosawa could only carry the box outside in the cold wind.

In fact, if he was given a choice, he would rather go back to his room to watch movies and listen to music. After all, he has passed the age where he is interested in shooting firecrackers.

When he arrived at the open space, he realized that he didn't have a lighter with him. There were flints in the storage bracelet, but they were not suitable for igniting firecrackers.

He looked around, and his eyes finally settled on a certain elf following him.

Isn't this a lighter?

He let the seven elves out to move around, shrinking in size and playing with each other on the snow.

The Phoenix, who was just about to join the "chaos" between the Shining and the White Dragon, was picked up by a pair of big hands falling from the sky.

It blinked at Kurosawa with its big eyes.

What are you doing? His ignorant eyes were full of confusion.

"Little fire, let's light the fire."

He pointed to the cone-shaped spray flower standing in the open space.

The tool bird that wanted to be free didn't hesitate much, spit out a small mouthful of flames, and accurately landed on the top of the cone-shaped spray flower.

“Bah ba ba ba!!!”

The ignited spray flowers instantly release a large amount of brilliant flames.

The movement immediately attracted the elves who were having fun on the side, and they all trotted around.

What the hell is this?

Flora stretched out her hand to try to catch the sprayed light particles, but unfortunately she caught a lonely one.

The phoenix in Kurosawa's hand was looking at the spray of flowers, with interest in his eyes.

Not long after, several bursts of flames came out of its beak, and finally an equally beautiful firework-like flame was released from its beak.

"Giggle!"

It was vomiting and playing, and its movements and posture looked very proud.

The six elves below all showed envy.

Kurosawa looked at the Phoenix.

Should I say that he is indeed a genius? His ability to control attribute energy and his ability to learn and imitate is astonishing.

Flora and other elves tried it, but except for Mumu who used light energy to barely simulate the stumbling effect, the others failed and the attributes were inappropriate.

However, Kurosawa taught them step by step how to set off firecrackers, and it didn't take long for them to forget their slight sense of loss and throw themselves into new fun.

Kurosawa built a bonfire.

The elves kept climbing into the box, groping for firecrackers, and lighting them with bonfires.

Different elves are interested in different types of things.

There are militants like White Dragon, Shining Phoenix, etc. who specialize in picking out exploding firecrackers and use them as ammunition to attack each other.

There are also aesthetic schools such as Floramum, which specialize in spraying flowers and rotating into the air to enjoy fireworks.

Curse Crow and Xiaolan play with everything, trying out the effects of everything to satisfy their curiosity.

Although Kurosawa was alone on the snow late at night, looking at the chattering elves around him, he did not feel deserted at all.

He took out his camera and recorded this beautiful moment.

"Crack!"

The moment the shutter is pressed, time seems to freeze.

The perfect fireworks blooming in the night, the pure white snow.

In the photo, Bai Long was about to throw a firecracker, but it suddenly exploded on his claws. He was so frightened that he accidentally fell into the snow, while Shining and Phoenix were gloating about his misfortune.

The Floramums gathered around the fireworks tree to keep warm, and the warm light illuminated their cheeks.

The Cursed Crow took Xiao Lan and was studying how to use firecrackers to blow up the snow.

Kurosawa looked at the photo and was extremely satisfied.

He turned to look at the elves playing in the snow, his eyes full of anticipation.

The new year has arrived.
Chapter completed!