Fierce God's Vest Super Healing

Even in the Yongli period, during times of war, there were still many rich families who would burn incense when they met distinguished guests.

Not to mention, Hou Chen is really quick at learning everything, such as riding a motorcycle, answering phone calls, and delivering food.

For him, it was a piece of cake, not difficult at all.In just half a month, Hou Chen had found out all the streets, residential areas, shops, companies, and schools within [-] miles of Hu's restaurant.

"Houchen, the owner of shop No. 38 in Qingping Lane has just ordered food. When you deliver the food, you must be polite and don't contradict him."

After Lao Hu answered the call from the guest, he hesitated again and again, but he couldn't help telling Houchen.

This is a hot business.Pick it up, I don't know who to send it to him.Don't pick it up, after all, it's a door-to-door customer, and a customer who can't afford to offend.

"Okay, I got it." Hou Chen agreed to Lao Hu while lowering his head while cooking.

Today's dish is really good and tastes great.He bowed his head to eat the braised pork in the bowl, quickly took a few mouthfuls of rice, went back to the house to get a thick coat, took the lunch box of the No. 38 shop owner, and quickly packed it together with a few boxes of takeaways from other customers.

A few minutes later, he rode on a small electric donkey and hurried out.

Hou Chen put on a fiery red lambswool jacket today. The slim fit made his shoulders straight and his back straight. He stood out from the crowd wearing bulky cotton coats, and attracted many girls to him along the way. Pay attention.

It was really cold this day, he looked down at the navigation map in his phone, wondering if he should use a little demon power to warm himself up, to keep him warm.

He had the impression that after delivering the takeaways on Renmin Road and Binjiang Road, according to the distance, No. 38 Qingping Lane should be the last stop of this trip.

Why did Lao Hu ask me to be more polite to the owner of shop No. 38?Is he more difficult?Will he hit someone, or will he return the takeaway?

Cut, in terms of fights, I never lost when I was in the mountains.No matter how powerful he is, can he beat me?

If it wasn't for my brain being injured, I lost my previous memories, and I could only use [-]% of my monster power, I could kill ten shopkeepers with one punch. (Secondary is a disease, it can be cured!)

Just thinking about it, after a while, I arrived at the entrance of Qingping Lane.

Qingping Lane, an old-fashioned small alley commonly seen in small southern cities, with several rows of courtyards with black tiles and gray walls facing north and south quietly dormant in the city center, like a tall man who hides in the city.

On both sides of the road paved with blue-gray long stone bricks are shops selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, second-hand furniture, crafts and jewelry, porcelain, silverware, jadeware, wooden products and so on. Every weekend there is also a " ghost city".

This "ghost" is not the "ghost" that everyone thinks.The so-called "ghost market" is a popular saying among human antique shops.

One is that there are ghosts in the market, and there are many fakes, counterfeit goods, and artifacts of unknown origin;

The second is that the "ghost market" is open from early in the morning to before dawn, and it will disperse as soon as the sky is brightened, like the morning fog blown by the wind.

Hou Chen struggled to push the small electric donkey, bumping and bumping on the bluestone road, looking for the house numbers under various old eaves.

Okay, here we are, number 38.

Looking up, Hou Chen found that No. 38 was an antique shop.

Generally speaking, this kind of shop will have a strange smell because of the old goods stored for a long time.

However, the shop was clean and tidy, and a whole wall was covered by neat rows of small gold boxes, and there was a small brass handle on the top of each box, half-moon-shaped, which was really lovely.

A small incense burner was lit on the counter next to the gate, and it was emitting a pleasant fragrance faintly, wafting across the room.

The owner of the store is a young man, he looks like an otaku at first glance, with heavy dark circles like panda eyes, when Hou Chen went, he was wearing a headset to play games.

Putting the takeaway lunch box on the counter, Houchen lowered his head to check the takeaway list, and said loudly, "Jin Yan? Did you order sweet and sour pork ribs and squirrel mandarin fish? I'm from Hu's restaurant, and the dishes and rice have already been given to you." You delivered."

After waiting for 2 minutes, the shopkeeper was still playing the game, and he didn't even give him a look, let alone respond.

Forget it, he remembered that Lao Hu had specially told him not to offend this customer, anyway, this was the last stop of today's food delivery, so it's okay to stay a little longer.

He wandered around the shop, huh?Approaching the counter, as if emanating from the rows of little gold caskets of many different flavors?

"Pu'er enters the throat, slightly bitter, agarwood enters the nose, tranquil..." He looked at those small gold boxes, thinking about the smell inside, and said softly unconsciously.

"What were you talking about just now? Say it again." The shopkeeper suddenly took off his headset and looked back at him in surprise.

"I mean, your takeaway has been delivered." Hou Chen was a little puzzled.

"Not this one, the next one, the one you whispered just now." The shopkeeper said impatiently.

"Oh, I guess you have a spice shop here."

"Yes, yes, you continue."

"I don't know much about spices. I studied medicine with my master in the valley. I knew how to make medicinal materials, and I ran around in the mountains all year round, so I am very sensitive to the smell of plants and animals. I can smell this is magnolia, The one on the right is basil, the one on the left is rosemary..."

After listening to what Hou Chen said, the shop owner nodded in satisfaction, waved to him, and signaled him to sit down.

After Houchen sat down, the shopkeeper handed over a thin-leaf brand, dark brown and smelling like tangerine peel: "This is a fragrance brand, a handmade accessory with spices. I have 20 ingredients like this fragrance brand here. There are many kinds, which are prepared by blending different face powders according to the order of proportion, kneading them, blending them into mud, pressing them with molds, and drying them in the shade.”

The shop owner smiled pleasantly, "When I was a child, I really liked playing with incense. I often hid in the apse and played alone, watching wisps of smoke rise into the sky... I am a spice shop, as long as anyone in this world can say I have all the spices with names here."

Now he looks refined, like the cold otaku who played games with headphones and was two different people.

"Modern urbanites don't know incense, unlike us before. Even in the Yongli period, during times of war, there were still many big families who wanted to burn incense when they met with distinguished guests.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the incense used in morning and evening is different.After eating spicy food, people would make tea with cloves and sweet-scented osmanthus, and they would use small stoves to burn incense and lavender on weekdays. The faint aroma is better than the current perfume. "It is rare for the shop owner to meet someone who understands fragrance, so he excitedly opened up the chatterbox.

Houchen thought to himself: This is really a big monster. According to what he said, he should have lived for hundreds of years.

The shop owner stood up again, walked to the box of takeaway on the counter, leaned over to the outside of the takeaway lunch box, and smelled it: "Well, the taste of this dish today is not bad, please make a special trip. In the future, if you have any troubles, you can come to the safety management office on the first floor of the Demon Management Bureau to find me, and I will work there."

After bidding farewell to the shop owner, he returned to Hu's restaurant.

As soon as he entered the door, Lao Hu leaned over: "Did you deliver it to No. 38? He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Hou Chen looked at the tense old Hu, feeling baffled—"No. I'll deliver food to him, why would he make things difficult for me?"

"Then what did he tell you?"

"That shop is a spice shop. He told me about spices for a long time. He also said that today's dishes taste good."

"That's fine, that's fine."

...Why is Suan Ni so friendly to Hou Chen?Is this young man born with a good life?

Lao Hu took a look at Houchen, but he didn't understand the mystery, so he turned around and went to work.

Um?What does Lao Hu mean?

After dinner, he returns to his room to practice typing (he just bought a second-hand laptop).

At this time, Hu Rongrong opened the door and came in.

"You didn't knock on the door again. How many times have you said it. Miss, please respect my privacy."

Hou Chen frowned while speaking to Hu Rongrong with the accent he had just learned from TV dramas.

Hu Rongrong laughed at him unceremoniously, "Where did you read these messy dialogues. It's still private. Haha."

The fox demon is used to observing words and expressions, and after getting along with her during this period of time, she gradually came to know that Houchen is still that simple-minded person who doesn't understand anything except for his superb medical skills.

"Let's not talk about that. By the way, Rongrong, do you know the owner of the shop at No. 38 Qingping Lane? His attitude today, and your father's attitude today are quite problematic." Hou Chen wanted to find out about today from Hu Rongrong. Strange guest encountered.

Hu Rongrong exclaimed repeatedly, "Shop No. 38, Qingping Lane? My God. Did you deliver food to him today? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"Why did he do something to me? What could he do to me?"

"This...you don't feel it? All the monsters in our area are afraid of him."

"Who is he? Why are you afraid of him? Is he a very powerful monster?"

"Oops. I thought you knew! I won't let Dad ask you to deliver him food again."

Hu Rongrong paused for a moment, "He is Suanni, Longzi, who works in the Demon Management Bureau, and is the right-hand man of the golden-winged roc. He likes to swallow smoke most on weekdays. He is very picky about the taste and has a bad temper.

If you mess with him today, he'll eat you.Last time I was busy in the store, Aunt Liang's son helped us deliver food to him, but he almost ate it, and was so scared that he came back and lay down for several days. "

"Oh. He is Suan Ni. Where is the Demon Control Bureau?" Hou Chen was a little curious.

"The Monster Management Bureau is the management bureau of our demon world, responsible for all the affairs of the demon clan, and it is divided into four departments.

The Security Management Office is responsible for guarding the safety of the demon world;

The Outreach Department is responsible for the diplomacy between the monster race, the human race, and the god race;

The Group Propaganda Office is in charge of education and helps us little monsters improve their skills for making a living; as for the Monster Affairs Office, it handles all kinds of legal procedures for the little monsters to live in the human world. "Hu Rongrong tried to explain in detail.

"By the way, when I'm free in a few days, I'll take you to the Monster Affairs Office to apply for a temporary residence permit. In this way, you are not an illegal resident, and you can stay with us for a long time." Hu Rongrong approached Houchen, sweet and tired smiling.

He took a step back calmly, skillfully avoiding Hu Rongrong's face, pretending not to understand her teasing.

"I'm leaving. It's so boring!" Hu Rongrong gave him a blank look, turned and walked out the door.

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"Where should I put my perfume?"

"Where I want to be kissed."