Technology Cultivation System

Looking at the panel, Meng Changkong sighed deeply, and then his consciousness withdrew from his mind.

Opening his eyes, he saw a familiar room and knew he was back home.

It was getting dark outside.

Meng Changkong rubbed his head, sat up, saw Qingyue crawling on the table beside him, and asked, "Where's Shuyao?"

Qingyue lazily replied, "I'm going to make chicken soup for you."

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The last time I drank the chicken soup made by Fu Shuyao seemed to be when I was in junior high school, the taste of the chicken soup was sweet.

Meng Changkong couldn't help but shudder, drinking the chicken soup that Fu Shuyao was sitting on would be better than sitting on the tiger stool.

Making a tiger stool would torture him for an hour, but this bowl of chicken soup might torture him for a day.

Just then he heard footsteps coming from outside the room.

"Just say that I haven't woken up yet."

Meng Changkong lay down in a second, covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and pretended to fall asleep.

With a creak, the door of the room opened.

Fu Shuyao was still wearing an apron, and she walked in with a pot of chicken soup in her hand, her eyes were full of warmth.

"Brother Meng is still awake."

Fu Shuyao murmured, and put the pot of chicken soup on the table.

Seeing Qingyue, her big eyes lit up, she took out a small bowl and put it in front of Qingyue overnight.

"Qingyue, you've worked hard too. I'll give you the first bowl first. But I can only give you one bowl."

Qingyue immediately stood up from the table, her cat's eyes widened.

She thought of Meng Changkong's reaction when he heard that Fu Shuyao was going to cook chicken soup, and she knew there must be something wrong with this bowl of chicken soup.

I can bear to sprinkle dog food, and even test me for poison, I can't bear it!

She sold Meng Changkong without saying a word.

"Shuyao, Meng Changkong has already woken up, lying on the bed is planning to surprise you."

I... Day!

Meng Changkong was already happy when he heard that Fu Shuyao was going to give Qingyue chicken soup, but he didn't expect that Qingyue would sell him out in the next second.

Meng Changkong: "Qingyue, you have to be conscientious in life. You betrayed me like this, which makes me wonder if you will stab me in the future."

Qingyue: "Then why don't I tell your girlfriend that you pretend to sleep because you don't want to drink the chicken soup she made?"

Meng Changkong: "Fuck you!"

Now he couldn't pretend anymore, so he could only struggle to get up, clutching his head and pretending to have a headache, he said, "Shuyao, I want to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect to be told by Qingyue."

Qingyue asked very contemptuously: "Do you still have a headache?"

Meng Changkong nodded, "There's still a little more, I'll sleep for a while."

Now only sleep can escape the poisonous chicken soup.

Unexpectedly, Qingyue directly put the bowl of chicken soup in front of Meng Changkong, and said with a smile: "Drink this bowl of chicken soup before going to bed, and you will recover better."

Seeing the vicious warning in Meng Changkong's eyes, she added, "Shuyao made this herself, and she also filled it with her own hands."

"You won't refuse, will you?"

Seeing Fu Shuyao's expectant eyes, Meng Changkong had no choice but to take the bowl of chicken soup tremblingly, praying in his heart, hoping that Fu Shuyao didn't put sugar this time.

After taking a sip, Meng Changkong's eyes lit up. He pointed to the pot of chicken soup and said, "It's delicious! Qingyue, come and have a taste."

Hearing Meng Changkong's praise, Fu Shuyao had a happy smile on his face, and quickly filled a bowl and handed it to Qingyue.

Qingyue dubiously took the bowl of chicken soup that Fu Shuyao handed over, and took a sip.

Seeing Qingyue's hair all stand on end, she jumped off the table and vomited in the toilet.

Meng Changkong put the bowl in his hand on the table, grinned, picked up the water glass and started drinking wildly.

To be honest, the feeling of making a tiger stool is more healing than this mouthful of chicken soup.

Seeing the performance of the two, Fu Shuyao pouted and said, "Hmph, is it so bad?"

She took a sip, her face paled, she closed her eyes and vomited directly into the bowl.

"Ahh! It's so salty! I mistake salt for sugar."

Meng Changkong leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes were empty, and he murmured, "Do I need to add sugar to the chicken soup?"

Fu Shuyao picked up the pot of chicken soup and said hastily, "Brother Meng, wait a while. I'll cook another pot for you."

Meng Changkong's eyes regained their brilliance in an instant, he got up and grabbed Fu Shuyao's arm, and said with a smile, "Shuyao, why don't we go out to eat?"

Fu Shuyao frowned, and asked, "Brother Meng, what do you mean?"

Meng Changkong cupped Fu Shuyao's cheeks with both hands, and said softly, "Shouldn't we go out for a good meal after taking so much money? Calling out your parents is also a celebration."

Fu Shuyao thought about it, and what Meng Changkong said made sense, so she didn't insist on continuing to stew chicken soup.

"Okay, then I'll call them."

After Fu Shuyao left the room, Meng Changkong patted his chest and got up from the bed.

In the future, you should drink less chicken soup, it's terrible!

Qingyue came out of the toilet and stared at Meng Changkong, wishing she could kill him.

"Are you good at acting? It's a pity not to become an actor!"

Meng Changkong stood up with an innocent face and said, "Yue, you can't blame me for this, you framed me first."

Qingyue snorted coldly, "When will you give me the ice lotus dispelling fire pill I want?"

Meng Changkong wanted to refine it for Qingyue, but the Binglian Fire-Removing Pill was a second-level elixir, and the alchemy furnace needed to be upgraded to a second-level elixir.

"Don't worry, I need to prepare."

After Meng Changkong finished speaking, he left the room, waited for Fu Shuyao to pack up and went out together, and rode his bicycle towards the hotel he had booked.

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Jiangning Hotel, the best hotel in Jiangning City.

Meng Changkong stood at the door and took a look. The Jiangning Hotel was decorated in a grand style, and some of the stones used were source ores that could be used to forge weapons.

The two walked in together, and soon someone came to receive them.

"Mr. Meng, this way please."

A tall and slender hostess came over with a smile on her face, and brought Meng Changkong and the three into a private room.

Futian and Xu Hanshuang had to get off work to come here.

Fu Shuyao sat on the chair, looked at the ceiling of the starry sky in the private room, a little star flashed in her eyes, "This is too beautiful."

Meng Changkong looked up, his eyes were fiery, and he said with emotion: "This is star pyroxene, which is used when forging weapons. The owner of this hotel is really rich, and he used such extravagant materials to decorate."

Fu Shuyao nodded, then looked at Meng Changkong and said, "Brother Meng, you are a bit of a waste, coming to such a high-end place for a meal."

Meng Changkong took Fu Shuyao's hand and said, "Isn't this happy? It's okay to be extravagant once in a while. When I have money, I'll bring you here to eat every day."

Fu Shuyao showed a happy smile, but still said: "If you have money, you can't waste it like this!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Meng Changkong got up and said, "I'll go to the toilet first, you wait here."

After leaving the private room, Meng Changkong found the toilet and went in to sprinkle water.As a result, just halfway through the sprinkling of water, Quantum Eye frantically gave an alert.

Meng Changkong was so frightened that he cut off his flow and squatted into the toilet cubicle. The third-level nuclear armor activated the invisibility ability.