Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 170 Night Attack
Kuan Nian, Mu Nian, and Tun Nian opened their mouths slowly, "Don't you know?"

Fatty Tun Nian's reaction was particularly excited, he used to be a carnivore.

But suddenly one day, the abbot inexplicably announced the prohibition of eating meat in the temple.

Kuan Nian scratched his head, "This concept was first taught to me by the abbot."

"Ah? Hahahaha, it's because the old man is getting old and starting to forget things. That's right, that's true." He patted his head.

Conan scratched his head, is that so?He thought Hunxuan meant not eating meat.

Damn it, why is Fu Jiang not only rich but also able to fight, and also so knowledgeable?
Could it be that he was also taken by his elders to study in Hawaii?

"In short, if there is no meat, there will be no meat." Kogoro drank the soup with a gloomy expression.

For the [-] yen, the more he thought about it, the more he lost money.

Fu Jiang sighed and placed the chopsticks horizontally on the bowl.

"I'm stuffed."

Even though he hasn't eaten yet.

But he is the type who doesn't like meat, and he won't feel full if he doesn't have meat.

If he remembered correctly, some dishes were refreshed in the mall.

When he gets a single room, he can spend a few joy points to buy it and eat it.

He asked the abbot to live separately.

"Hmm..." the abbot showed a sad face, full of hesitation.

"Is there any difficulty?" Xiaolan looked at the abbot suspiciously.

"Living separately, that is to say, you are very concerned about the fact that men and women live together. In this sacred temple, you have evil thoughts!"

The abbot looked around the crowd seriously, "As the abbot of Shanni Temple, I can't just ignore this. If you want to live in a private room, you have to pay extra."

Fu Jiang's lips moved, "How much?"

The old host twisted an ugly smile on his face, "It's the same as the accommodation fee, [-] yen per person."

"Yes." Fu Jiang took out a huge sum of [-] yen from a well-made wallet and put it on the low table.

"Just pick any room in that corridor." The abbot took a sip of the soup from the bowl.

"But young man, I still want to give you a piece of advice."

Before his words fell, Fu Jiang got up and left.

Xiaolan smiled apologetically at the abbot, "If you have any questions, I can pass them on for you."

"Oh, what a polite little girl." A smile appeared on the abbot's face, "It's not such an important thing, it's just."

"Just?" Xiaolan tilted her head.

"Only in this dark rainy night, when its power is most active." The abbot's face darkened.

"It refers to?" Xiaolan's face seemed to turn pale.

"On a rainy night, sneak into the village like a fog, break the wall with brute force like a Hercules to capture people away, and hang the corpse from a tall tree with its feet that can fly into the air!"

When he said the last word, the abbot stood up suddenly with a grim expression.

In line with his final growl, thunder exploded outside the temple, and the lightning that struck nearby trees made everyone pale.

"Fog, Wu Tiangou is just a false legend." Xiaolan forced a smile, but couldn't hide the cold sweat left behind and her hand that couldn't hold the chopsticks.

"It's true! Wutiangou, my favorite food is a girl with thin skin and tender flesh like you, like the tall and handsome man just now, who is also on Wutiangou's menu."

The old host said threateningly.

Fu Jiang, who went back to the house first, naturally didn't hear any stories about Wu Tiangou.

But he had already guessed what the abbot wanted to tell, and his expression made it clear that he wanted to tell a ghost story.

Humming a tune, he took out a clean rag from the inventory, wiped the low table clean, and sat on it.

He swiped his index finger lightly, flipping through the dishes in the mall.

"The beard of the squid with thirteen claws in the devil world, the tail of the grilled succubus, the secret grilled soul of Bai Wuchang"

Fu Jiang frowned, "It doesn't sound like a common dish."

This is a bit difficult to deal with. If he has never eaten it, he doesn't know if it is good or not.

Can't you get him some dishes that he knows are good or not?
Fu Jiang's eyes flickered slightly, oh, so that's the case, he accidentally ordered the wrong dish, this is a "special offering from hell".

Um?Did TMD have this category before?

It's been a long time since I looked at the food classification in the mall, and there is one more kind.

Listen to the name. It's very bad, and I feel that the taste will be very dark.

Fu Jiang changed the category to the column of home cooking.

Pork chop rice that has been left for three days in summer: it’s not bad, it’s not bad, it’s just three days in the high temperature of [-] degrees!

Three-day-old salmon sashimi in summer: it's not bad yet
Stir-fried mutton slices that have been placed for three days in summer: it is still.
NMD, why do all the dishes have the prefix "Stored for three days in summer"?

Wouldn't it work without this prefix?Is he eating fresh meals too much?
Also, it is clearly spring now, why does the system judge it to be summer?

How is the system time calculated?

After flipping through the classification pages of all the dishes, he found that all of them were bad except for the underworld specials.

What's the meaning?Why can only the underworld be eaten?Is it because there is no summer in the underworld?Or are the dishes in the underworld inherently bad?

There was a knock on the door.

"Who." Fu Jiang stood up from the table.

"It's me." Xiaolan said, "Can I come in?"

Fu Jiang opened the sliding door, "What's the matter?"

"I was wondering if you would be hungry if you didn't have dinner." Xiao Lan took out a piece of bread and a bag of beef jerky from her satchel, "This was prepared for the cherry blossom viewing, do you want to eat it?"

Xiaolan, who didn't get an answer, looked up at Fu Jiang suspiciously.

Fu Jiang was looking at her with a very complicated look at this time.

"Thanks?" He took the bread and beef jerky.

Damn, what does it feel like?guilt?

Unexpectedly, he, Fu Jiang Hehuan, a great kind person, actually had a feeling of 'ah, this person is so kind, even better than me, he is simply an angel among angels'.

And feel guilty about the series of actions I have done before.

"A questioning tone?" Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, "Fu Jiang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, thank you, I just happened to be a little hungry." Fu Jiang slammed the sliding door shut.

It's not that he's a little hungry, he's almost starving to death, and he hasn't eaten a bite of food since noon.

As long as it is meat, even beef jerky, it is a good meal for him now.

If Xiaolan hadn't delivered the food, he would have had to eat the food in the underworld special category.

After eating, Fu Jiang stepped on the thin bedding that could not block the coldness of the floor, took off his coat and lay down.

Looking at King Laoli, the time is still very early. He went to bed after ten o'clock last night, and he is not sleepy yet.

Pressing the tear mole with his index finger, Fu Jiang hummed the tune according to the melody of the seven children.

He took out the gba from the inventory, and played the "Devil's Waste: Water Blue" produced by Mantiantian.

The name is outrageously weird.

It's a pity that he didn't know how many times he had cleared the game in his previous life, how many 6vs he had hatched, and how many teams he had practiced, so he really didn't have the desire to continue playing.

Casasa is really stingy, she only bought so many cassettes.

He also wants to play classic games such as "Silver Sun", "Sunwind Judge", "City of Angels", "The Story of Forging the Knife", and "Light Machine Soldier".

correct!Now that he is a member of a criminal organization, can he threaten the boss of Mantiantian and ask him to produce more series of expeditions of "Devils Are Not True"?
You can also find other game companies to let Silver Sun go out to 567, and the Light Armor can also continue.

With Fu Jiang's wonderful fantasy, the night deepened, and the lights in every room of the temple were turned off.

Only Fu Jiang's GBA screen was still flickering with faint light.

A black shadow came into Fu Jiang's eyes through the paper door.

The screen went off, the sliding door opened, and Fu Jiang's five fingers hidden under the blanket grew.

　Thank you for the [-] rewards from the reliable and pure Asuka
　　
　
(End of this chapter)