Pigeon fine note

Today is my first step to conquer the endless abyss with food.

Gu Zeming looked at the food on the table, full of confidence.

Chicken feet with pickled peppers, white cake, bird’s nest with rock sugar, mushroom soup, pumpkin soup, lotus seed soup, jujube seed soup, braised chicken, roasted pigeon...

Cough, Gu Zeming thought to himself, refined pigeons are different from ordinary pigeons.Although his senior sister kept looking at him with "you cannibalism" when he was eating roasted pigeon...

After Gu Zeming's long self-boasting, Mozun finally agreed to try his "royal cooking skills".

On the appointed day, Gu Zeming rarely overcame his procrastination, woke up early, and made this table full of delicacies.He also specially prepared a pen and paper to record the Mozun's preferences.

When the appointed time came, it was not Mozun who opened the door and entered the room.

"Let me see what kind of Jiao is in the golden house..." A monk poked his head in with a smirk on his face.

Gu Zeming: "..."

"Hey, you're still very tender." The monk acted foolishly, and leaned over to touch Gu Zeming's face.

Gu Zeming: "..."

He's still hurt and doesn't want to move.

"Huh?" Seeing that Gu Zeming didn't intend to avoid it, the monk smiled and said, "Do you like me too? It seems that His Majesty hasn't touched you yet, how about I enjoy it first?"

While speaking, a sword brushed the monk's leg and nailed his robe into the ground.

"Aww!" The monk jumped away.

He lifted his robe, saw his bloody leg, wailed, and covered the wound with medicinal herbs from his pocket: "Your Majesty, you are too ruthless! I'm just joking, so I won't see blood!"

"A joke?" Xing Bian walked into the door, "If you forget how it feels to kneel on the ground and cry bitterly... I'm interested in helping you recall memories."

The monk twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't make another sound.

"...The Demon Lord still has Taoist friends?" Gu Zeming asked in surprise, his instinct to collect information made him subconsciously write it down on paper.

So the sword let go of the poor robe, and made its home on the unwritten paper.

Gu Zeming: "..." He tremblingly put down his pen.

"Why don't you give him a cut too? It's not fair!" the monk started humming.

Gu Zeming knew why.Mozun just waited for him to heal from his injuries and took him to get something. If it was not necessary, he would not add any more injuries to him, and postpone the travel date for no reason.

"Feed the crap with you again." Xing Bian said impatiently.

The monk grinned, and turned to Gu Zeming, "How do you know I'm a Taoist cultivator? Before I went out, I even gave myself some magic energy."

"...Isn't this a must-have for spiritual food..." Gu Zeming said.

He is extremely sensitive to the flow of energy, and his control and operation are more precise. It is precisely because of this that he can barely escape the ultimate move with a low cultivation base when he is attacked by the demon king.

"Well," the monk nodded, looking at the dishes on the table, "you made these?"

Gu Zeming: "...Ah, um."

The monk took a closer look at the dishes: "It's really high-quality spiritual food... At such a young age, I have this skill..."

Gu Zeming is full of ambition and waiting to be praised.

"It seems that he is a food waste who doesn't think about making progress and only wants to enjoy the world." The monk smiled.

Gu Zeming: "..." Endless Abyss is full of annoying people, he wants to go home.

Xingbian raised his eyebrows, obviously satisfied to see Gu Zeming frustrated.

"No problem." Cultivator Chong Xingbian nodded, "Where did you abduct this..."

He looked at Xingbian with a smile on the corner of his mouth, knowing that he was not good, so he quickly rolled away.

After leaving the room, he said again from a distance: "I worked so hard to test your drug, you can't just reward me with a wound."

Xingbian glanced at the table and threw out a bowl of jujube seed soup.

Gu Zeming saw that the monk took it steadily, but he was still yelling: "I don't like jujube kernels either..."

The magic energy suddenly rose.The door was closed with a "bang", leaving the room clean.

Xingbian started eating blankly.

Gu Zeming went to get the pen again, and saw Xing Bian glance at him coolly.

"Senior Sister wants me to send pigeons on a regular basis..." Gu Zeming trembled, "My family is poor, so I don't write about important things. If I write about my hobbies, I can sell them for a good price..."

Perhaps it was Mozun's conscience that found out that he understood Gu Zeming's hard work while eating at this table, but he didn't say anything, just continued to eat.