The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The customer is God. The key is that these two plants have a lot of juice, which can be used several times after dilution. Meng Qinglang endured the pain and spent nearly a thousand, and then mashed it by hand and added it to the well water to soak in the jar.

The transparent well water was quickly dyed green, and Meng Qinglang diluted the two palm-sized grasses into [-]ml according to the instructions, and added a small cup of water stingily, and it took three minutes to make more than a dozen cups of orange juice. one.

The cost was too high, and Meng Qinglang felt a little heartbroken, and he gave out "3000 yuan" to heal his wounds by meditating.

Meng Qinglang attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared, not because of his appearance, but because of the things in his hands. As he approached, the air seemed to be cooler.

"What's this? Chilled orange juice?"

Meng Qinglang put it on the small wooden table. Old man Feng took a glass first, and narrowed his eyes after taking a sip: "When did you get the ice water? If you add some wine, everything will work!"

"What kind of wine do you drink during the day?" Meng Qinglang was not satisfied with him.

This drink is the most popular among girls. The little girls from the self-tour group couldn't wait to pick up a cup and took a sip. The cool but not ice-cold feeling ran across the throat, and the temperature of the whole body dropped rapidly from the inside out. The anxiety caused by the heat quickly subsided, and the aroma of orange juice seemed to be infinitely magnified. The tip of the tongue focused not on the sweet and sour, but the orange fragrance that spread in the mouth. After swallowing, there was still a faint aftertaste of sweetness, not orange juice. The taste is like the sweetness of water itself.

The little girl from the self-guided tour group widened her eyes in amazement: "Wow, it's delicious! What's added to it? It's so cool and fragrant."

"I added some grass juice." Meng Qinglang also took a cup, which was indeed cooling off the heat, but he still couldn't eat too much food because of his stomach that had been nourished for a long time, let alone drink too much if it was cold.

"Grass juice?" Probably the secret recipe, the little girl didn't ask much, she drank happily, and suggested sincerely, "Brother Meng, do you want to open a cold drink shop, and it's okay to only do takeaway, such a good thing can't Drinking it every day is simply the biggest loss in life, God, I am willing to move to City B just for your cold drink!"

Doing food delivery is also a way to make money, especially now that he has settled down more than before. Although old man Feng didn't sell him a house, he didn't mean to drive him away, but a cold drink... a cup costs about [-] or so. The cost will increase in the future, and it is unknown whether these two grasses will be out of print, so Meng Qinglang thinks it is better not to buy them easily.

However, the mung bean cake business can be started. The only special material needed is water from the Samsara Pond. Meng Qinglang went back to the kitchen and read the production instructions again. After waiting for others to leave, he dragged old man Feng into the kitchen.

Meng Qinglang rubbed his arms and pointed to the bean flour in the bowl: "Hecheng noodles."

"What?" Old Man Feng looked vigilant, "I can't do work with my old arms and legs."

To put it bluntly, he is lazy. Since he came, old man Feng can never move his fingers without moving his hands.

Meng Qinglang took off his apron and put it on for him: "Muying likes to eat mung bean cakes. I have to go to class. If it's too late, you can make them for him."

"Okay, what are you doing?" The only person who can please old man Feng is Muying.

Meng Qinglang told him the steps, and old man Feng asked him face to face: "Is this the secret recipe?"

"Yes, don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry, your uncle's mouth can't be hidden from ghosts."

"..."

30 seconds later.

"I said you can't add optical ingredients to the noodles?"

"No."

The mung bean cake was made very quickly. Meng Qinglang looked at the pot, waiting for Old Man Feng to pick up Muying and come back from school, and it happened to come out of the pot.

The three gathered together in the kitchen, Muying sniffled: "Didn't my brother make this?"

Old Man Feng also said, "Why isn't it so fragrant?"

The three of them tasted a piece each, and old man Feng frowned: "Strange, it tastes delicious, but I always feel that something is missing."

Of course it would be different without divine power, so Muying ate a piece in two bites: "Grandpa Feng's cooking is also delicious."

Old man Feng immediately embraced Mu Yingle and said, "Grandpa will cook for you from now on!"

Meng Qinglang silently looked away, his teeth sore.There wasn't much steamed in this pot, so he reserved a few for Manager Liu to come and taste it tomorrow, if they are willing to buy such a recipe.

In the early morning of the next day, before Manager Liu came, a middle-aged Mediterranean man with two hands of gift boxes came. As soon as he entered the door, he cheerfully yelled at Old Man Feng: "Teacher, I'm here to see you!"

Meng Qinglang was brushing his teeth in the bathroom sleepily, when he heard the noise, he moved his face to the window and looked out. So old man Feng is the teacher?

"Hey, it's Xiao Han, why is a busy person coming here when he has time?" Old Man Feng said politely, his buttocks stuck to the saddle and he didn't move.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to see the teacher."

"Fart, I haven't seen you for half a year."

"I really don't blame me. The bureau is busy. It's not because of the serial criminal recently. There are more than a dozen suspects just staring at them. You have to monitor and check the information one by one to see if any of them are suspicious. The workload is very high. too big."

"Did you catch it?"

"No, I did catch a few perverts," Han Haidi frowned, "Although some of them were not to be arrested, they did commit crimes, but our people couldn't catch them. One time they chased them into an alley. He disappeared out of thin air, tell me, is there any magical power in this world?"

Old man Feng fanned his fan and drank tea: "Ask some magicians."

Meng Qinglang rinsed his mouth with water, and when he came out, he only heard the last sentence.

"The nephew of one of our captains is also among the suspects, haha, unfortunately I was not there at the time, so I didn't see his expression."

"That's a good relationship, easy to watch." Old man Feng responded casually, seeing Meng Qinglang coming out, he introduced, "This is your Uncle Han."

Meng Qinglang yelled, and old man Feng immediately said, "I'll add some dishes for your uncle Han at noon."

"..."

Old man Feng finished commanding others, then turned to Uncle Han and said, "Have you seen that "Mr. Kitchen"? He was the guest last week, and the last issue of "Looking at Food with the Eye of a Needle" was written by their editor-in-chief himself. The page praises this kid."

"That's a big deal."

Old man Feng had a proud face, and those who didn't know thought he was the one on the show.

Meng Qinglang went out to buy vegetables with a basket, and Uncle Han watched him leave before turning to chat with old man Feng: "I have paid a lot of attention to food recently, and these two are the top media in the industry, with such good craftsmanship Man, where did you find this?"

"Isn't this the last time? I suddenly had a heart attack. I don't know who called the police. The people from your search team came and insisted that he was arrested on purpose. He was locked up for two days. If it wasn't for that... Sheng I don’t even know what kind of celebrity came to see me, so I quickly asked someone to fish him out, he came to see me, and I became acquainted after a few visits.”

"Haha, that's still an acquaintance."

"You said, why are you meddling in other people's police affairs? The interrogation room of the search team is easy to enter?"

"After all, it's the old chief. They probably heard that you transferred it to our team."

Old man Feng shook his hand with his fan: "I have been retired for more than 20 years, and now I am a stinky old man."

Uncle Han smiled: "You are still young, teacher, I came this time because the case at hand is too difficult, and I haven't caught anyone after almost two years. Can you... can you come out of the mountain again and help me?" I?"

Old man Feng took a sip of tea calmly: "I have retired for 20 years, and I have long forgotten the old tricks. In the words of Meng Xiaozi, I am too lazy to be lazy. I just wait for a few years. , Eat something delicious, just wait until it is buried in the ground, let me see what good things you brought me."

This is not going to be said anymore.

"By the way, don't tell Boy Meng that I used to do this."

"Then what's the matter? The search team isn't ashamed?"

Old man Feng slapped him on the back: "Your team arrested a child of his, and you still expect him to have a good impression of you? Don't make me run out of food, and I still expect to eat a few more good meals before being buried."

Uncle Han slapped his fan away, and stood up awkwardly: "Why are you always buried in the ground, is it fun to curse yourself when you have nothing to do?" He picked up the gift box and rushed into the house angrily.

Old man Feng's buttocks were still stuck to the horse tie in the yard, and he never forgot to scold: "You're showing your true nature, right? I haven't seen you in half a year, and you look like a human being, and you're still naive. Let me tell you that if you don't change your temper, your subordinates will definitely Scolding you behind your back."

A voice came from far away in the living room: "Curse as soon as you scold! A leader who doesn't scold is not a good leader!"

"Are you saying I'm not a good leader?"

"Come on, no one in the team said you were picky at the time, even the Chu team thought you didn't order meat for the hot pot."

Old man Feng paused his hand shaking the fan, and the room fell into a moment of silence. After a while, Uncle Han said, "Your room is quite neatly organized."

"Boy Meng cleaned it." Old man Feng replied, but his tone was a bit dull.

When Meng Qinglang came back, Uncle Han had just sat back in the yard, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward. Meng Qinglang only glanced between the two of them, and dropped a bunch of vegetables: "It's dealt with."

Old man Feng picked up the potatoes and peeled them without saying anything. Meng Qinglang confirmed that something must have happened, but he was not interested in exploring.

Seeing that the time was up, and Meng Jun didn't know if he was in the sky or in the cracks of the ground, Meng Qinglang gave up and decided to do it himself.

Wangqing water is the juice extracted from ten kinds of flowers and fruits. Meng Qinglang instinctively felt that if the juicer is used, the failure rate is 100%, so he chose the most conservative method and used the system equipment manually.

The system has not given a manual juicer, so he can only slowly pestle, then filter, and then boil.

The "Wangqingcao" juice was boiling in the casserole. Meng Qinglang put in the ingredients one by one. The faint aroma began to waft, like the smell of lilies, and it was lighter. It smelled very warm, and the ease after calm made people drowsy .

Meng Qinglang was drowsy, his body swayed slightly, his center of gravity was unstable, as if he was in a boat, like three years ago, only one kiss was missing.

On the ground floor of a certain villa in City B, the basement that was originally used as an entertainment room was very formally decorated. Several black sofas were placed in the corners. In the center of the hall was a long oval table. The difference is that the ghost in the center looks more like a human, and the ghost that is farther away from Xi Yan has missing arms and broken legs.

"My lord, Sheng Wang's human faith is currently 7.4% higher than ours. The godhead has not yet come to the world, and we have time to catch up."

"My lord, compared to the long filming cycle of film and television dramas and relying on the works to attract fans, I suggest that we take a few variety shows, and the funny ones are the best."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

"We can cooperate with female celebrities, and the other party has some accidents, and we adults and gentlemen help each other. According to the current statistics, such people are more popular."

Obviously, this is Xi Yan's operation team.

Shen Ru, who was sitting next to him, pushed his glasses and asked tentatively, "My lord, what do you mean?"

Xi Yan stood up suddenly: "You discuss, I have something."

If he heard correctly, the voice that suddenly sounded in his head just now was——

[Order: Meng Shenjun preaches, hurry up. 】

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