After time travel, I got rich by catching ghosts and selling talismans

Cen Yuan realized something was wrong the moment he woke up, he opened his eyes suddenly and was about to get up, when he felt a hand gently pressing on his shoulder: "Tsk, getting up too fast will make you dizzy."

The cool and smooth hair swept across his neck, and the faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

"...Friend Wu Dao." Cen Yuan almost immediately recognized the identity of the young man in front of him, and hesitantly called out.

Wu Xuan let go of his shoulders and straightened up, his beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars, and his eyes swept over him: "Friend Daoist Cen."

He backed away a little, and sat down on another sofa that he bought urgently, with a Tsinghua tone: "How do you feel?"

Hearing this, Cen Yuan rolled his eyes. The mana in his body felt that the meridians that were always stagnant seemed to become unobstructed at this time. The ever-present intense pain other than the sickness symbol seemed to have eased a lot.

"It feels good." Cen Yuan paused, "Did fellow Daoist Wu save me?"

As he spoke, he asked again: "I don't know, fellow Wu Daoist, but have you ever seen a few of my companions?"

"Yeah." Wu Xuan didn't speak politely to him, leaned on the sofa with his chin in his hand, blinked and said, "Those customers are all very nice. But you owe me your life, Fellow Daoist Cen."

"Okay." Hearing that Liu Daozi and the others are fine, Cen Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head to think for a while, and unexpectedly showed a faint smile, and nodded seriously to Wu Xuan, "I remember."

Wu Xuan: "..."

Wait, this plot is wrong!

Shouldn't Cen Yuan first ask him loudly what he did, and then frantically and forbearingly express that he will work hard to repay the debt in exchange for his freedom?

How could you promise so simply and neatly!

Grandmaster Wuxuan on the drama master mode is a little at a loss, and will not be able to find a replacement script for a while.

After all, the ones recommended on Weibo are quite strange, and there is no story about the heroine who quickly agrees when the overlord asks for a reward.

Cen took the heroine script and Yuan slowly got up from the sofa, looking at the surrounding environment with a calm expression: "Is this the new home of fellow Wu Daoist?"

Wu Can't find the script for a while Ba Zong Xuan: "...um."

"Very good." Cen Yuan looked at Wu Xuan and said, "You are very suitable for you, fellow Daoist Wu."

It really matches.

It was as if Wu Xuan was born to live in such an exquisite and gorgeous palace, aloof and unparalleled.

Fellow Daoist Cen really has vision.

But even so, he couldn't escape the fate of working for him to pay off his debts!

Wu Xuan looked at him lovingly, and asked, "Can you cook?"

Cen Yuan: "...a little understanding."

Wu Xuan nodded, and took out a set of kitchen utensils out of nowhere: "There are three rooms outside the kitchen, and the fourth one is."

He turned his head and thought for a while, then said: "There are raw materials in the refrigerator, I want to eat fried rice with ham and eggs and pork ribs with sauce."

"Will you do it?"

Cen Yuan's eyes fell on the brand-new set of kitchen utensils, and there seemed to be a trace of bewilderment on his stern face: "Probably... yes."

Satisfied, Wu Xuan reached out and pushed the set of kitchen utensils in front of Cen Yuan.

Cen Yuan: "..."

Somewhat dumbfoundingly, he held the set of kitchen utensils in his hands, Cen Yuan stood up, and just about to leave, he saw Wu Xuan beckoning the little paper figurine to come over: "Hey, take Daoist Cen to the kitchen for me."

What if Fellow Daoist Cen is a severe road idiot!

The little paper man nodded solemnly.

Cen Yuan, who had a panoramic view of their interaction, looked indifferent: "..."

In the end, Cen Yuan still followed behind the little paper man who was smaller than his palm, holding the brand new set of kitchen utensils, and walked towards the kitchen.

In the room that Wu Xuan called the kitchen, there were indeed a lot of kitchen utensils.

Such as natural gas cooktops...

Like a refrigerator...

Like range hoods...

Like the sink...

For example...

Except that the walls and materials can be seen as classic as a palace, this room is simply a replica of a modern small kitchen——

Still the kind of relatively high-end small kitchen!

With an indifferent expression, Cen Yuan took the new set of kitchen utensils to the sink to wash them, then put them on the stove, lit the fire, and slicked the pot with oil.

The spices in this small kitchen are also very complete, Cen Yuan glanced at it roughly, and probably had a little idea in his heart.

He took out the cutting board, turned around and opened the refrigerator to have a look.

Meat, vegetables, eggs, and other raw materials are neatly arranged in the refrigerator.

Cen Yuan held a spare rib in his hand, his eyes moved slightly.

The rich spiritual energy escapes from this rib, and the meat quality can be felt tender and firm with hands through the plastic wrap.

Thinking of the mysterious and powerful abilities that Wu Xuan occasionally revealed, Cen Yuan shook his head lightly, still picking suitable raw materials from the refrigerator.

Wu Xuan lay on the sofa for a while, and after scrolling through the news and Weibo, he couldn't help poking his head out of the sofa and looking in the direction of the kitchen.

It smells good.

thirsty.

In the world of comprehension, there is a housework waste who can only eat takeaway after the demon servant cooks and travels through. Grandmaster Wuxuan sighed humblely.

Then secretly ordered a small pink floral apron.

Wear it for fellow Daoist Cen when cooking.

Grandmaster Wuxuan placed the order passionately, with the heroic bearing to reprimand Fang Qiu!

Cen Yuan came from the kitchen with a plate of pork ribs with sauce, and saw the smile on Wu Xuan's face at a glance.

Expensive and cool.

Very good, the image management is perfect.

The corner of Wu Xuan's mouth couldn't help but twitched upwards.

However, in Cen Yuan's eyes, it was the gorgeous young man pretending to be indifferent, but his eyes were lightly glued to the plate of ribs in his hand, with a very unpredictable expression.

He put the plate of ribs on the table calmly, then turned around and served other dishes.

In addition to Wu Xuan's sauce-flavored pork ribs, Cen Yuan also made an extra dish of squirrel mandarin fish, a dish of stir-fried vegetables, and a pot of fresh mushroom and big bone soup.

The ham and egg fried rice was not made, but a pot of white rice was specially stewed, the grains were crystal clear, and the aura was tangy.

Wu Xuan watched calmly as he put the dishes on the table one by one, and sat down at the head of the table very consciously.

Cen Yuan glanced at him, first made him a bowl of soup, then took the bowl in front of him, filled him with a bowl of spiritual rice and handed it over.

Wu Xuan took a sip of the soup, his eyes brightened slightly, and then picked up a piece of sauce-flavored pork ribs with his chopsticks to eat, and said reservedly: "Cen Daoyou is good at cooking."

Cen Yuan said indifferently, "As long as you like it, fellow Wu Daoist."

Wu Xuan tasted the squirrel mandarin fish again, the sweet and sour taste was not an ordinary appetizer.He lowered his head to eat, blinked his eyes, raised his hand, and took out a few more bowls: "Cen Daoyou together?"

Cen Yuan's current body still belongs to the category of mortals. Although he automatically replenished his spiritual energy when he was unconscious, the hunger in his body was still unavoidable. He was not polite at this time. After nodding his head, he sat down with a bowl of rice .

Wu Xuan bit his chopsticks, lowered his head and continued to eat.

His speed was not slow, but his movements were very elegant. Cen Yuan watched his chopsticks move back and forth between the sauce-flavored pork ribs and squirrel mandarin fish, and pushed the plate of stir-fried vegetables towards Wu Xuan with a stern expression.

The noble Master Wuxuan glanced at the plate of green fried vegetables and decided not to accept this hint!

Then the plate of fried vegetables continued to move in front of him.

When he raised his head, Cen Yuan looked at him expressionlessly.

"..." OK.

Wu Xuan whimpered and stuffed a piece of fried vegetables into his mouth.

He was indeed a good and understanding monk.

Well... the taste is actually not bad.

Wu Xuan, who had finally had a safe meal, felt that he was actually not very picky.

Where is it always picky eaters as someone said.

He continued to nibble on a piece of sauce-flavored pork ribs happily, and suddenly frowned slightly.

In my impression, has anyone said that he is a picky eater?

"Not to your liking?" Seeing him eating, Cen Yuan suddenly frowned, stopped his chopsticks and asked.

"...No," Wu Xuan relaxed his brows, and said calmly, "I just suddenly thought of some problems in practice."

After finishing the meal, Wu Xuan also drank the bowl of thickly stewed bone soup, and took out his mobile phone refreshed!

Start brushing Weibo.

The sales volume of the Yiling Incense Talisman is getting higher and higher, and the feedback that comes with it is also increasing. Wu Xuan watched it for a while, then silently raised his head to look at Cen Yuan who had just finished eating and was packing up the dishes: "Fellow Daoist Cen..."

Hearing this, Cen Yuan stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look over.

"Buy talismans?"

Cen Yuan: "...buy."

Director Cen was powerless to resist because Master Wuxuan was threatening to repay his kindness, and he was extremely humiliated to shop unrestrainedly in the other party’s Taobao store, resulting in financial distress, leaving only billions of dollars in property. The tragedy can be described as sad and tears .

Wu Xuan directly packed the talisman ordered by Cen Yuan into a packing box, and solemnly handed it to him.

An extra piece of three-type Yiling incense talisman was given as a gift!

When Cen Yuan got the heavy box of talismans, he wanted to put it away. Wu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reminded him, "Cen Daoist, won't you open it and have a look?"

Open it up and have a look... Try it again like this.

"No need." Cen Yuan thought he was asking himself to count the number of talismans, and said, "I believe in the character of fellow Daoist Wu."

Wu Xuan: "..."

It seems that his image of being fair and just in selling symbols is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

"Fellow Daoist Wu wants to develop this mountain?" Cen Yuan already knew where he was now. After putting away the box, he glanced at the proposal that Wu Xuan threw on the tea table, and asked.

Wu Xuan's eyes were deep: "It's just trying to make the best use of everything."

Cen Yuan was thoughtful: "In this case..."

Wu Xuan turned to look at him quietly.

"Friend Wu Dao might as well contact the Jiang family." Cen Yuan went through the candidates in his mind and picked out a suitable candidate.

"The Jiang family?" Wu Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Jiang Lu?"

Cen Yuan nodded: "Yes. The Jiang family started out in construction engineering. Although their business scope has expanded a lot, construction engineering is still an important pillar for them."

"Although Jiang Lu is a shrewd person, he has a good character, and the construction company under him is also quite well-known."

Wu Xuan heard the words, but looked at him coldly: "Friend Daoist Cen, you actually..."

"Praise other men in front of me!"

Cen Yuan: "?"

The author has something to say: Brother Xuan, a scourge of a man pushed by Weibo advertisements.

What a miserable man.

Cen Ju, the cook in a pink floral apron... (￣y▽￣)~*