Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Seeing this situation, Meng Lang touched his nose in embarrassment: "How about it, have you two made a decision?"

Hearing this, Chen Meijia raised her head to look at Meng Lang, and asked hesitantly, "Is there really no danger for Zi Qiao to join your company?"

Meng Lang shrugged: "Actually, if he doesn't join the company, he will be in danger."

"But"

"Meijia! Don't say any more." Lu Ziqiao raised his hand to press Chen Meijia's mouth, smiled affectionately at her with tears in his eyes, and then turned to face Meng Lang.

"Meng Lang, I've made up my mind. As long as I can be with Mika and protect our children, I can do anything!"

Meng Lang smiled and nodded: "OK, a wise decision."

"In the future, your working hours will be every Wednesday afternoon. I will send you the address later. The monthly salary is 50 with overtime commission. Five social insurance and one housing fund are all the highest standards in Shanghai. Do you have any objections?"

"No! Thank you boss!" X2

"Okay, send your resume to my email tomorrow, go back and rest."

Lu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia were still worrying about making a living, but they didn't expect not only to have a job overnight, but also to have a stable source of money for their children's milk powder. Naturally, they were overjoyed.

After sending away the two swindlers who were so grateful, Meng Lang turned on the computer, and then... started playing games.

"Won't your heart ache for the person who played Yasuo!"

"Zhongdan, I bought a watch last year!"

"15 shots for 15 shots!"

"Asterisk asterisk!"

Under the dim light, Meng Lang manipulated the keyboard and mouse with an evil smile on his lips. Looking at the friendly greetings from his teammates, he smiled very gentlemanly, lightly pressed his teammate's shield, and continued happily among the soldiers. In and seven out.

Although the number 094 in the record display in the upper right corner is a little dazzling, but these are not important. It is worthwhile to exchange the incompetent rage of 4 people for the happiness of 6 people, isn't it?

It turns out that the hero Yasuo is really so happy.

Meng Lang, who turned off the computer and lay on the bed, felt a little emotional. He felt as if he had unlocked some strange new hobby.

Don't get me wrong, Meng Lang didn't come here to scold him on purpose. He had already sent the IDs of the four teammates to the company for them to start "hiring people".

What?What name do you ask me to use?

Is it enough to "defame public officials and disturb public order"?

I believe that those four unlucky guys will have some new insights into life after spending seven days happily!

For example, I must wear boxer underwear in the future.

Closer to home, Meng Lang's main purpose of playing the game just now was not to deceive people to find happiness, but to test whether he could complete the system achievements.

The result was indeed as he expected.

Ding!Congratulations to the host, after completing the achievement, I just like you who can't understand me and can't kill me, and I will get a reward for the first-level lottery draw

Although it was only a preliminary lottery draw, it was a milestone for meng lang, because it was the first time he had actively sought out a conditional trigger.

This means that achievements are not specific tasks issued by the system, but can be triggered arbitrarily.

That is to say, as long as he, Meng, finds a way to do more actions related to the meaning of being elegant, easy-going and big devil, it is very likely that he will get a batch of achievements and get more lucky draw opportunities.

After getting the answer he wanted, meng lang used the primary lottery at will.

Ding!The primary lottery draw is complete. Congratulations to the host for winning the professional skill Cooking Alchemy from the villain Eiyama Etsuya in the world of Halberd Eater

Culinary Alchemy: Recipe-based cooking skills can make your cooking level unbelievably improved.

Skill evaluation: The cooking method developed by Yan Yida talent show actors who are not doing their jobs, is slightly weaker than the drug king's dosage, and can still lift the diner's soul to heaven.

Meng Lang was calm about the result of the lottery draw, and at least his cooking skills were better than none.

sleep

Chapter 25 Zhuge Dali: Meng Lang wants to take me back to my room!

Early the next morning, iPartment, 3601.

"Meng Lang, what did you do? It smells so good!" Hu Yifei walked out of the room smelling the fragrance, and asked when she saw Meng Lang standing busy in the kitchen.

"It's nothing, I just borrowed your kitchen to make some smooth egg beef porridge and scallion pancakes, just added a little bit of my unique seasoning." As he spoke, Meng Lang sprinkled the last mysterious powder in his hand into the pot .

At this moment, the exaggerated fragrance continued to erupt, and everyone in the iPartment, whether they were still sleeping or not, were bombarded by this smell and woke up.

1 minutes later......

"Everyone is awake? Try my handicraft." Meng Lang washed his hands, took off his apron, and waved to everyone who came.

Zhang Wei squinted his eyes and chased all the way from 3602 smelling the smell. He was already hungry. Hearing Meng Lang's greeting, he immediately walked to the dining table and sat down. He scooped up a large bowl of beef porridge without hesitation Take a sip first.

At the same time, the rest of the people also went to the dining table and sat down one by one.

At this time, everyone had gradually discovered something was wrong. Zhang Wei hadn't moved since he drank the first mouthful of porridge. For more than ten seconds, he was motionless as if someone had been frozen in a movie.

Seeing this, Chen Meijia asked a little uneasy: "Meng Lang, isn't your porridge also poisonous?"

Ms. Chen Meijia, you also use this word very quintessentially.

Meng Lang didn't answer, he just filled a bowl of porridge and ate it with scallion pancakes with gusto.

At this time, a strange scene appeared on the dining table.

At one end, Zhang Wei closed his eyes and held the porridge bowl in both hands, motionless, as if time had been stopped.

On the other end, Meng Lang was also holding a bowl of porridge, but he kept pouring it into his mouth spoonful after spoonful, eating it very sweetly.

The pieces of oily beef tenderloin and snow-white egg flowers in the porridge were pleasing to the eye and couldn't help but whet the appetite, but seeing Zhang Wei's sculptural appearance made people feel a little daunted.

Zhuge stared vigorously at her beautiful big and small eyes, and his eyes kept moving between meng lang and zhang wei, as if trying to see something.

Just when the gluttonous curry sauce couldn't help but want to try a bowl of porridge first, Zhang Wei opened his mouth.

"Ah!!! I've never eaten such a delicious thing in my life!" Zhang Wei didn't care about the heat, opened his mouth wide and poured down the porridge on his hand.

Zhang Wei's words were like flare guns, and the crowd who had long been impatient began to mop up like a storm.

Zhuge Dali also served a bowl of porridge in front of him.

She first looked at the beautiful color, and couldn't help but nodded secretly, then picked up a spoon, scooped up a little bit of it, let it cool down, and ate it into her mouth.