The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Several people sat around the round table, Meng Qinglang poured wine for the old men, and heard old man Feng introduce loudly: "This is the niece of the old Zhang family, a gourmet reporter, who came here to taste my little Meng's cooking. Not an outsider, give me praise to death!"

Old man Zhao gave Zhang Xiaofeng a thumbs up: "Good vision, our Xiaomeng's craftsmanship is absolutely outstanding!"

"That's right, I've never eaten anything better than Xiaomeng's in my whole life!"

There was a lot of fun at the dinner table, and there was a trend of praising Meng Qinglang.

Meng Qinglang smiled: "Oh, they came here for the fried chicken at Uncle Feng's house, and I did what Uncle Feng said."

Old Man Feng took a sip of his wine, his face flushed with pride.

The old man Zhang immediately turned to Zhang Xiaofeng and said, "We, Xiaomeng, are just modest. It's better for men to be modest. Like what you young people said, there is no...no big...yes, machismo."

This is still the heart of being a matchmaker.

The corners of Zhang Xiaofeng's mouth were raised upwards, and his smile was slightly forced.

Meng Qinglang glanced at her: "The food is getting cold."

"Yes, eat quickly, my saliva is dripping down."

"Oh, look at how promising you are."

A few old men rushed to pick up their favorite food, Muying tugged at Meng Qinglang's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, I want that." His arms were short and he couldn't reach it.

Meng Qinglang gave him Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, and conveniently picked up a fish that was far away and put it in his bowl: "Replenish your brain, so you won't fail the next time."

"..."

Zhang Xiaofeng looked at Meng Qinglang's eyes shining, what a man, handsome, handsome, handsome, and so gentle to his younger brother, the dishes smelled delicious, tasted...

Zhang Xiaofeng swallowed, no, she is a professional social animal, she should not be fascinated by beauty, she must bear in mind the leader's explanation, this time she is here to write!Difference!Review!of!

Their editor-in-chief once said that in order to be competitive in news, they must focus on hot spots, keep up with the timeliness, and be unique and hot. As a non-professional, unknown chef with no restaurant, bad reviews are the most suitable His hot spot!

One year of social animal experience told her that everything the leader said was right, and the tasks had to be completed with quality and quantity guaranteed!

Zhang Xiaofeng held the chopsticks and muttered silently: The food is unpalatable, unpalatable, unpalatable, unpalatable, unpalatable, super unpalatable! !

OK!

Meng Qinglang bit his ribs and glanced at Zhang Xiaofeng. This girl is talking, don't be another bug...

Look at this cola chicken wing, it's black and red, it's tempting to look at... Zhang Xiaofeng shook his head, this color is not girly at all!Bad review!

Smell this fragrance again, the sweetness of cola and the meaty aroma of chicken wings penetrate into the tip of the nose, complementing each other... No, there is nothing new at all!Bad review!

She took a bite...

Several old men watched her silently. Old man Feng looked at old man Zhang, raised his eyebrows and signaled with his eyes: Your niece is really professional, and you have to follow the procedure to eat chicken wings.

Old man Zhang raised his eyebrows triumphantly: That's not true, or if you call it a food reporter, people have to rinse their mouths before eating the next dish!

The old man Zhao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It's amazing."

Old man Li raised his eyebrows worriedly: No wonder he is so thin, can this be enough to eat?You can't grab food from others.

Old man Zhang raised his eyebrows in disgust: Oh, what age is this, who is still grabbing food.

Old man Li raised his eyebrows angrily: If you don't grab the food, why are you putting so many ribs in your bowl!

Zhang Xiaofeng finally bit it down, and the sweet gravy spread in his mouth, look, it's not that bad... No, she is a professional social animal, a social animal that will never fight against the leader, a social animal that lights up and opens its eyes A social animal with nonsense skills!

Zhang Xiaofeng was overwhelmed.

Uncle Zhang took a bite of mung bean cake and asked her with a smile, "How is it?"

Zhang Xiaofeng immediately gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious!" She sat up straight with difficulty, picked up a piece of mung bean cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

This fresh sweetness is the feeling of love.

By the way, what is her mission?A bad review of [-] words?

"Uncle Feng, hey, can you give me some of this mung bean cake and give it to our colleagues to try."

"Okay, he steamed so much for you."

Meng Qinglang: "..." No.

Zhang Xiaofeng glanced at Meng Qinglang shyly. Such a man is handsome, handsome, and handsome, and his cooking is delicious... If she hadn't had a boyfriend, she would definitely have shamelessly pursued him.

From today onwards, she unilaterally announced that this is her male god!By the way, her male god doesn't think she's gluttonous... She just thinks it would be more convincing to let the editor-in-chief taste the delicious food in person, crying, it's so difficult to be a down-to-earth food reporter.

Meng Qinglang had class in the afternoon and left after dinner. At night, he asked for leave on the grounds of "taking care of his younger brother". When old man Feng fell asleep, he lifted the manhole cover in the backyard again, revealing a bunch of ghost heads.

As an excellent progressive student, Muying had to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony the next day, so she went to bed early. Meng Qinglang said while holding the medicine: "Come out, start today, seal the well."

A few ghosts floated out slowly, Meng Qinglang stretched his head to look at the bottom of the well, it was still pitch black.

"My lord, what is this? It smells strange." A certain ghost stared at the mortar in his hand.

"The other shore flower, do you want to eat it?"

"Forget it."

After all the medicines were mixed, they stuck to the bottom of the container, they were gray and not very attractive to look at. Meng Qinglang took out the "Instructions for Making Qingxin Pills" and looked at it. The last step said, blending the pills with spiritual power.

Meng Qinglang has only used violence, but making balls should be... maybe... just fine.

He put on the gloves provided by the system, squeezed the medicine paste in the mortar, put it in the palm of his hand, and started rubbing.

"Wow, it's divine power."

"It feels so warm."

As if they were afraid of disturbing Meng Qinglang, the ghosts whispered in ghostly language, watching closely the faint red light emanating from Meng Qinglang's body.

Meng Qinglang didn't have any special feelings, but felt... the balls seemed a bit laborious to rub?

The pitch-black pill gradually turned red, and then became translucent. A yellow and green ribbon floated in the center of the ball, and the clear fragrance quickly drifted away.

The faint fragrance, not too strong, made people unable to ignore it. Meng Qinglang only felt that his heart was extremely peaceful, and he lifted the ball to match the painting on the instruction manual. That's right, it was the style of glass marbles.

"This is... Divine Pill?!"

"Master Meng can make alchemy!"

"Doesn't alchemy require fire?"

"I don't know... After all, it's divine power, so it's okay."

"Nonsense, why do you think Meng Shen is firmly seated at the top of the popularity list in the underworld? Is cooking good? No, not only cooking, but also alchemy!"

"What kind of pill is this, I really want to eat it..."

"Didn't your lord say that Bi'anhua made it...then let's forget it..."

"I said... this should be the last god pill in the world, right? After all... the gods are gone."

While they were whispering, Meng Qinglang checked the instructions again, confirmed that the "Qingxin Pill" was successful, and threw the "last magic pill" into the well, making a "plop", Meng Qinglang stuck his head out Look to the bottom.

Waves of dark well water emerged from the center, and the aroma of "Qingxin Pills" began to spread in the air. The hot summer air became cool. Meng Qinglang suddenly felt that if there were cheap materials, squeeze a " "Pseudo Qingxin Pill" seems to be a good way to cool off the heat.

Meng Qinglang stood by the well and waited for a long time, until the fragrance dissipated before lifting the stone slab to cover it back. Suddenly, he realized that something was missing in the well, and turned around to ask the group of ghosts, "Are you still going in?"

The ghosts looked at each other in dismay: "No...no need..." After all, it was the well with the Bianhua God Pill...

Meng Qinglang nodded: "I think so, it would be bad if the reincarnation pool draws you and sends you to be ten-uplets."

"..."

Meng Qinglang covered the manhole and yawned, washed his hands and went back to bed. For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely tired, feeling as if his body had been hollowed out...

The samsara pool needs seven kinds of "soup", and the interval between inputs should not exceed three days. After Meng Qinglang bought the "Instructions for Making Wangqing Water" and the raw materials, his savings was reduced by another 400 million. Before he had time to mourn for the lost money, Meng Qinglang Lang saw that the instruction manual was marked with big red letters—requirements: Hell soup god Meng Jun made it himself.

Hehe, that's great, he doesn't even know where the underworld is heading, so where can he find God Tang?

Some materials are... very expensive. Meng Qinglang didn't dare to do it for a while, so he used the method of procrastination. In the past few days, he went to class honestly. By the way, he asked the ghost he met, "Hey, do you know Tang God Mengjun?"

His tone was very friendly, and he didn't show any intention of sending ghosts to reincarnate, but all the ghosts caught by him looked at him in horror, and stammered: "Meng... Meng Jun is the most beautiful in the underworld. god!"

"Meng Jun's mana is boundless!"

"Meng Jun is mighty and domineering!"

"Meng Jun is my idol!"

"Meng Jun...is a pure man!"

Not at all useful, but very flattering.

Generally, the person who can win the "people's hearts" like this is either a wise king or a tyrant. Looking at the panicked expressions of the ghosts when they spoke, Meng Qinglang felt that the possibility of a tyrant was more likely. It had been a day and a half since he devoted himself to "pure heart". Hesitating whether to look for Meng Jun again, and considering the time of a class, Meng Qinglang decided to go back to his old business and set up a stall in the night market.

Night market stalls have strong mobility and high profits, which is very suitable for people like him who travel to one place every three or two days.

Meng Qinglang has earned a lot of living expenses by setting up a stall in the past few years, and now he spends money like water. If his "forgetfulness" is useless, there will be additional expenses. After deliberation, Meng Qinglang decided to return to his old business , Take the spare time and earn a little bit.

On this day, he was searching for good products to sell in the wholesale market, when he received a call from Old Man Feng.

"Boy Meng, come back quickly, there are guests at home, and they say they are here to see you."

Someone looking for him?

There are ghosts looking for him, but people... for some reason, a familiar person flashed across Meng Qinglang's mind. He put down the small bracelet in his hand, straightened his waist and asked tentatively, "Who?"

"Several people said they came after reading your news."

Then guessed wrong, Meng Qinglang was a little disappointed: "News?"

"Last time, the one written by Xiaofeng." After a while, Old Man Feng seemed to have walked outside. The cicadas in the courtyard were a bit noisy, and Old Man Feng's voice on the phone suddenly became much quieter. Looks rich."

rich!

The author has something to say: The collection is frozen by my beauty again, and I am tired. It is so difficult to be a beautiful girl~