Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

For three days in a row, Lin Feng and Shi Chongyan stayed in this isolated hospital.

There is a bed in the house. It is said that Fang Mo lived with his grandfather since he was a child, and this room was the residence of his grandfather when he was alive.

The whole medical hall is very simple, except for the festive big flowered quilt in this room which is out of place.

Those who live with other people should not ask too much, Lin Feng pretended not to notice.

But simplicity is simplicity, any inconspicuous thing on the window sill of this room may be of great value.

Any medicinal herb that can be potted alone in the medical hall is extraordinary, and it is better to offer than to grow.

And the flower pots with medicinal herbs are also very likely to be hundreds of years old antiques unearthed from an ancient tomb.

The small medical clinic looks inconspicuous, if it is set on fire, Wan Guan's family property will be overthrown.

But with a big ghost like Liu Xu in charge, there shouldn't be such worries.

The owner of the clinic was busy exploring pharmacology, and Lin Feng, who lived in vain, tried to cook successfully, so he volunteered to take on the responsibility of cooking.

Since he knew that he was good at cooking, Shi Chongyan pointed and ordered the dishes when he was free.

In fact, he has not been idle these days.

"I want to eat a little stir-fried pork with green peppers today." Shi Chongyan pointed his finger at the stove and said, "The green peppers should be sweeter and waterier, and the kind that has no green pepper flavor is the best. The meat should be neither old nor tender. It’s pork belly, fat and thin is the best.”

If you want to eat green peppers, you still need people without the taste of green peppers. It depends on your ability.

Lin Feng was chopping onions, not wanting to ignore his unreasonable demands.

The pampered and pampered prince and princess are nothing more than that, with so many demands, do you really think that he is the cook for him in his teaching?

"Did you hear that?" Shi Chongyan didn't hear the response, and asked again.

"Master Mozun." Lin Feng glanced at him angrily, "First, there is no green pepper today, and second, there is no meat today."

"Who said there's no more meat?" Shi Chongyan pointed to Xueyan who was lying on the window sill outside the kitchen and looking in. "This fox has been raised for many days, and it's almost Chinese New Year. It's time to eat meat."

Xue Yanhu was lying on the window, and the disaster came from the sky. Hearing this, he bared his fangs at Master Chongyan and complained to Lin Feng: "Master Daoist, you see that he is uneasy and kind!"

Lin Feng threw the washed rice into the pot, closed the lid, and heard a "bang".

One by one, it doesn't matter if they don't help, they are rushing to add to the chaos.

Lin Feng turned around and said angrily: "All those who don't work, get out of here."

Xueyan was already outside, so she made a face at Shi Chongyan, turned around and jumped out to play with small stones, and after a while, she heard the little water ghost chirping and Xueyan laughed.

Shi Chongyan looked up at Fan Linfeng's busy back reluctantly, as if he could foresee delicious food just by looking at his back, and licked the corners of his lips.

"So," he asked, "what's for dinner today?"

Lin Feng glanced at the dishes on the chopping board: "Eat..."

"How about eating you?" Shi Chongyan lowered his voice and asked.

The kitchen knife in Lin Feng's hand fell on the chopping board with a "boom", and a piece of radish flew out under the knife. I don't know what bottle or jar was smashed, and there was a series of bang bang bang bang one after another.

He didn't care about Fu Youyan Sauce and Vinegar, he turned his head and stared at Shi Chongyan in shock, his face turned red before Weiyu.

Even though he lost his momentum, Lin Feng still pretended to be calm and picked up the knife and the flying radish, and said, "Master Fang ordered crucian carp and radish soup, tofu with shallots, braised potatoes, and fried river prawns."

In short, you don't get what you order.

Maybe Lin Feng likes to use vinegar when cooking, or maybe the carrot that flew out just knocked over the vinegar bottle.

Shi Chongyan felt a sour feeling in himself, and smiled faintly: "Oh, Mr. Fang ordered it."

Lin Feng chased people away again: "Yes, Mr. Fang ordered it. He has been buried in the scrolls day and night for you and me these days. He has worked very hard, and he deserves it."

The implication is: what do you want to eat when you don’t do anything?dream.

Shi Chongyan stared at the fish placed next to him, feeling a little displeased.

I know how to eat fish every day. What is so delicious about fish?

At this moment, he had forgotten that he had also praised the delicious fish soup made by Lin Feng, and said with half a rogue: "I won't go, the kitchen is warm, but it's cold outside."

Lin Feng looked back at him, and saw that he was confident with his hands in his sleeves.

Well, just wait as you like.

Fang Mo seemed to have seen some clues from the book, this person has been studying the book of medicine day and night, he had to be coaxed, tricked and threatened to leave the study.

Things have progressed, no matter how much, it is always more joyful than running around like a headless chicken.

Lin Feng was also in a good mood, and the next day, he called Shi Chongyan to go with him to the vegetable garden on the mountain.

"What are you calling me for?" Shi Chongyan shyly walked out of the room, "Don't you think I'm in the way?"

"Don't you want to eat stir-fried pork with green peppers?" Lin Feng picked up the bamboo basket and said to him, "Your requests are really annoying, go up with me to pick out the meat, come down the mountain with me, and go to the village to have a look. "

It was cold, and fish could only be caught in the river on the mountain. The animals didn't know where they went, and it was difficult to get a game.

If he could go to the village to get a pig and sheep, it would be Lin Feng's kindness to Mo Mo and the others.

Unexpectedly, Shi Chongyan leaned against the door and said hesitantly: "That was yesterday, I don't want to eat fried pork today."

Lin Feng looked at him sideways, speechless for a while.

A majestic demon king, even a three-year-old child would be ashamed of himself if he got angry.

Lin Feng asked helplessly: "...then what do you want to eat today?"

Shi Chongyan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Anything is fine?"

Lin Feng immediately regretted it, recalling what Shi Chongyan said yesterday, and blurted out: "Except for me."

Liu Xu, who was lying on a chair in the courtyard watching a play: "...Pfft."

Lin Feng's face instantly became hot, and Shi Chongyan laughed out loud as he leaned there.

Losing all his face, Lin Feng turned around and walked out the door: "Forget it if you don't go."

"Hey, wait, who can say no?" Shi Chongyan caught up in two steps, "It's a bit cold today, and I want to drink mutton soup..."

Fang Mo's vegetable garden is also strange, neither using spells nor using any method, all the fruits and vegetables of the four seasons can be grown in this cold winter months.

Shi Chongyan also chose when he said it, and he really let him choose. He was lazy and cold, unwilling to stretch out his hand, and raised his chin to point at random.

"What kind of mutton soup do you want?" Lin Feng asked him while picking up a carrot.

Shi Chongyan frowned: "I don't like carrots."

Lin Feng turned his gaze to the white radish on the other side.

Shi Chongyan said again: "I don't eat white radish either."

Lin Feng looked up at him, got up and walked towards a row of cabbages.

"What's the meaning of cabbage?" Shi Chongyan asked after him.

Lin Feng finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him: "I like to eat, but I don't like it..."

Stared at by Shi Chongyan's eyes, he suddenly couldn't say the word "roll", and changed his voice: "I don't eat this or that, but what do you want to eat?"

"Wangba Mutton Soup." Shi Chongyan said.

Lin Feng almost thought he heard it wrong.

Shi Chongyan repeated again: "It's soft-shelled turtle and mutton soup."

"Of course I know that bastard is a turtle." Lin Feng murmured.

He eats light and simple snacks. Turtle and mutton are luxury items for him.

Both are delicious and nourishing, what would it be like to make soup together?

Lin Feng has never tried it, but he thinks it must be very delicious.

As expected of a pampered person, the standard of ordering food is not bad.

But Lin Feng didn't want to spoil his appetite, so he lowered his head to pick the cabbage leaves after speaking: "The cabbage and mutton soup is good."

"Turtle." Shi Chongyan said.

Lin Feng said to himself: "What I drink most often is white radish and wolfberry mutton soup."

Shi Chongyan hesitated for a moment: "A..."

"I can't do it." Lin Feng said bluntly, "If you don't want cabbage, you can choose radish. You can choose it yourself. Or, you can make it yourself."

Shi Chongyan was silent for a while, then walked out of the vegetable garden.

Do it yourself, don't even think about the kitchen, there is still such a confident teacher Chongyan.

All right, cabbage is cabbage.

The village closest to Cangwu Mountain seems to be the small village they asked for directions that day.

At first glance, the village is simple and poor, with simple folk customs.

So when he saw a luxury carriage parked not far from the entrance of the village, Lin Feng slowed down and parked slowly behind a tree.

"What?" Shi Chongyan asked after following.

"Hush." ​​Lin Feng pointed at him solemnly, pointing to the carriage.

From their vantage point, they could only see the rear of the car, not what was happening in front of them.

Shi Chongyan took a breath, and asked with a smile, "Don't you think this carriage looks familiar?"

There was a carriage that looked like a wealthy royal family parked at the entrance of Xiaopo Village. The abnormality of the incident made people suspicious. At first, Lin Feng only suspected that there was a ghost, and didn't think about anything else.

Jing Shi Chongyan reminded him that he felt as if he had indeed seen it somewhere.

"I've seen it before?" Shi Chongyan said with a smile, "Isn't this Feng Xie's style?"

Lin Feng suddenly realized: "It's him?"

It's no wonder that Lin Feng couldn't recognize him. After all, the luxurious carriage was chopped off after a short time, and he spent the rest of the time driving on the bottom of the carriage.

I am used to seeing bare cars with only wheels, but at first sight of a complete one, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

The owner of the carriage seemed to be asking for directions, but Lin Feng could only vaguely hear the sound of conversation, followed by the long cry of the horse, and the wheels began to roll slowly.

"Wait a minute!" Lin Feng walked out from behind the tree and said loudly.

"Call-"

The carriage that had just started stopped immediately, and a head stuck out of the window, looking left and right.

It was Feng Xie himself who came.

"But you came to look for me?" Lin Feng took two steps closer, "What a coincidence."

"Oh, Master Mozun!" Feng Xie exclaimed in surprise, "Ma went back by himself that day, and I was still worried about your safety, but fortunately nothing happened."

After finishing speaking, he felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly pleaded guilty and got out of the car door.

As soon as he got out of the car, he plopped on his knees.

"What is this for?" Lin Feng took half a step back when he knelt down.

Feng Xie said in a loud voice: "Damn it, you little one. The seven days have come, and the truth about Mr. Dou'er's murder has not been found out. I have come to see you!"

Lin Feng had long forgotten what the seven-day period was, wanted to help him up, but held back, frowned and said, "Get up and talk."

"It's the younger one who's guilty, but if His Majesty punishes the younger one, I beg you not to implicate the younger one." Feng Xie lowered his head and said.

A woman's whimpering and crying could be heard faintly in the car, Shi Chongyan asked in surprise, "You brought a woman with you?"

Feng Xie said sadly: "Thinking about it may be the last journey..."

Hearing this, the woman in the car burst into tears.

It's such a tragic scene with sincere feelings, how can people blame it?

Shi Chongyan's threat to him that day was just casually saying that he was in a good mood these two days, and he would not care about him.

So he said, "That way, we won't embarrass you."

From the corner of his eye, Lin Feng saw the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, and knew that he was thinking of something strange again.

As expected, Shi Chongyan did not disappoint him, and said leisurely: "Your Majesty wants to eat soft-shelled turtle and mutton soup today, and you went to find soft-shelled turtle and mutton to send to the mountain medical center, and you are not at fault."

Feng Xie raised his head, looked at him blankly, opened his mouth for a while and asked, "That's it?"

Shi Chongyan smiled: "That's right, Your Majesty has always been kind-hearted."

Lin Feng: "..."

Ghost letter.

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