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Chapter 411: Get out of here! I’m talking about my stomach!

"Ah Hao, take some time to go to the Seven Silk Cave and kill that old mother spider. Give it a warning and make those beastmen take it easy."

Qin Chuyu threw out a card with no suits but only a spider pattern, and said calmly: "Let those bastards learn a lesson. If they want to infiltrate the human world and learn human methods, then they should learn human thinking and methods to solve problems."

"Don't rush into using the beastman's tactics and suppress them with force."

Ji Haoran took the card, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, I'll take Xue'er back. I'll go after I coax her to sleep."

And at the border of Yunzhou, in a large cave hidden under a tiankeng, a super-large spider bigger than a ship was sleeping soundly on a web bigger than a pot lid, completely unaware of what kind of nightmare was waiting for it.

After returning home, Qin Chuyu first went to see Xiaoqi and Xiaoming. Seeing that the two little guys were sleeping soundly, he covered them with a small quilt and then went to brush his teeth.

Just after brushing his teeth, he saw Mr. Mu sitting on the bed in his silk patterned pajamas. He blinked at him, looking a little playful, and said, "Xianyu, I'm hungry."

"Didn't you just have a meal yesterday afternoon? Are you still not full?" Qin Chuyu retorted subconsciously.

"Get lost! I was talking about my belly!"

Mu Qingcheng picked up a pillow and threw it at Qin Chuyu, saying with a bit of a smile: "I want to have a midnight snack."

There's nothing else in this dead salted fish's head except that crap, right?

Qin Chuyu took the eggplant pillow, hugged it in his arms, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Mu Qingcheng touched her stomach, smacked her lips inadvertently, and said, "I want to eat pork porridge. I drank a little too much today, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I want to drink some porridge to warm my stomach."

Qin Chuyu took out his phone and looked at it, then nodded: "Okay, the slaughterhouse is just slaughtering pigs now, so we have some fresh pig offal."

As he spoke, Qin Chuyu raised his hand, and a red light flashed, and a plate with a barbecued pork bun appeared on the bedside table. He said:

"Wait for me for a moment. Eat this to fill your stomach."

Having said that, Qin Chuyu disappeared right away.

Sitting on the bed, Mu Qingcheng hugged her salted fish pillow and looked at the place where Qin Xianyu disappeared. She tilted her head slightly. Her slightly curved eyebrows and the blushing beautiful face formed a beautiful and somewhat playful scenery in the night.

Mu Qingcheng picked up the barbecued pork bun that Qin Xianyu had left for her.

The barbecued pork buns were extremely well made, with the standard of a chef who has been cooking for decades.

The dough is soft, the mouth of the bun is smiling, and the filling is slightly visible in the big belly.

The filling is visible and does not leak out.

Just break it open gently and the rich juice inside the barbecued pork bun will overflow.

The barbecued pork is fat and lean, with just the right proportion.

It is as soft as clouds, with a salty and sweet taste. Just one bite will make you unforgettable.

Soon, Qin Chuyu bought a set of steaming pork offal from the slaughterhouse, and also bought a few ribs, some pork loin with muscles still throbbing, and a handful of wolfberry leaves.

While cleaning the various internal organs, Qin Chuyu was also cooking porridge.

Suddenly, Qin Chuyu raised his eyebrows, and then replaced the original small casserole with a large casserole.

While the porridge was cooking, Qin Chuyu made the other pork offal into grilled pork offal with a fragrant aroma and rice rolls wrapped with pork offal and pork.

The ribs are made into two flavors: dry steamed and pepper salt.

With the help of Qin Chuyu's ability, it used to take at least forty minutes to cook a pot of porridge, but now it only takes a few minutes to cook a pot of thick and smooth porridge with rice oil.

The production process of pork offal porridge is very simple. Fresh pork offal is processed, simply marinated, and then thrown into the bubbling white porridge.

Simple seasonings, salt and pepper, can bring out the original flavor and sweetness of pork offal and porridge.

The combination of the two has led to the Cantonese people's favorite habit of having a pot of stomach-nourishing pork offal porridge after getting drunk.

Sprinkle a handful of fresh wolfberry leaves and serve directly out of the pot.

Seeing Qin Xianyu carrying a pot of pork porridge and other dishes, Uncle Mu, who was originally lying on the bed with his snow-white legs crossed, suddenly sat up.

He put his phone down, rushed over in two steps, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Looking at the table full of her favorite foods, Mu Qingcheng rubbed her hands excitedly and said, "Wow, you made so many salted fish."

"Well, let's eat."

Qin Chuyu didn't say anything, but scooped a bowl of porridge for her.

Mu Qingcheng couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful with a spoon, blew on it with her mouth, picked out the heart, liver and other offal, leaving only some lean meat, rice noodles and a few wolfberry leaves, and then handed it to Qin Chuyu's mouth.

Qin Chuyu was not polite either. He opened his mouth and ate it. Only then did Mu Qingcheng start eating it in big mouthfuls.

"By the way, Xianyu, what did my elder brother say to you yesterday afternoon?"

Mu Qingcheng asked while eating, and from time to time she picked out other offal from the porridge to eat herself, and gave most of the rice noodles and lean meat to Qin Chuyu.

She always remembered that Qin Chuyu didn't eat much offal, except for large and small intestines.

Of course, it’s not that Qin Chuyu doesn’t want to eat pig kidneys, but Mu Qingcheng doesn’t dare to give them to him.

Otherwise, by the time he finished smoking three cigarettes, Mu Qingcheng would still be smoking.

It’s not that Qin Chuyu doesn’t smoke, it’s just that he’s simply lazy and his daughter doesn’t like it, so he rarely smokes.

Mu Qingcheng would not easily challenge Qin Chuyu's majesty in this regard.

Because she once ordered two dozen oysters, three dozen pork penises, and two pounds of leeks for Qin Xianyu when they went out for supper.

He was also given a pot of bull whip and chicken egg soup.

She had originally intended to joke with him, but he ended up eating the salted fish in front of her, and then dragged her directly back to the apartment in the mountain town.

For a whole week, Mu Qingcheng didn't leave the apartment.

It could even be said that she didn't have the chance to touch the ground with her feet during that week.

From then on, Mu Qingcheng no longer challenged Qin Xianyu's ability in this area.

Being able to die from dehydration is no joke!

"Oh, your brother wants to become a cyborg and asked me if there is any way." Qin Chuyu did not hide it.

"Becoming a cyborg?"

Mu Qingcheng raised her eyebrows slightly.

Perhaps it is because her husband is also a cyborg, and her best friend's husband is also a cyborg, Mu Qingcheng's concept of cyborgs has changed a lot, and she no longer has a big prejudice against other people like before.

"Forget it. If he wants to be a cyborg, then let him be. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with being a cyborg."

Seeing her attitude, Qin Chuyu also understood her thoughts and ideas. He exhaled slightly and said, "What I fear most is your indifference to becoming a cyborg. Don't think that becoming a cyborg is necessarily a good thing."

"At least, not now."

"The fighting between the cyborgs is far more terrifying than you can imagine."

"Huh? How do you say this?"