The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Meng Qinglang shook his head, and added the last "Wangchuan Flower" to the casserole. The rich aroma seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and it bloomed instantly.

Meng Qinglang had a momentary blank mind. When he woke up and put the cooked Wang Chuan into the system, he turned his head and saw a translucent ghost, wearing a black gold-patterned tunic, long hair shawl, and a golden chest. Armor, holding an unsheathed long knife, wearing half of a black mask, with only one eye exposed, when looking at people, it seems to be with eternal anger, like a popular boss who ran out of the middle school.

[Beep—found the ghost king? ? ? ,grade? ? ? , as soon as possible, you can get a maximum lifespan of 999 years~]

The new Ghost King, Meng Qinglang was alert for a moment, and unconsciously took half a step back.

He took half a step back, and the Ghost King took a step forward, looking down at him, with a cold voice: "You called me?"

Meng Qinglang frowned: "Who are you?"

The ghost king narrowed his eyes: "Oh, I don't know that this king dares to call out at will, how brave."

He seemed angry or joking, Meng Qinglang lowered his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "Maybe, I was not careful... Anyway, I'm sorry, you can go."

The ghost king put down his arms, and the long knife he held tightly made an anxious sound. He seemed to suppress his anger, his eyes as cold as a deep pool stared at him tightly, and his voice was low: "Come as soon as you are called, and go as soon as you are called." , is it easy for you to be my king?"

"Boy Meng, why is it so fragrant? What did you just say?"

Meng Qinglang stretched his head and shouted towards the yard: "It's nothing, the food will be ready in a while."

His chin was suddenly pinched by cold fingers, and Meng Qinglang's head was forcibly snapped back. In front of him was the magnified black mask of the ghost king, and the only thing he could see, his eyes as black as a deep pool, seemed to be suppressing some kind of excitement: " The king is talking to you."

The cold Yin Qi swept across Meng Qinglang's body, tightly wrapping Meng Qinglang, every inch of his skin could feel his breath, as if he wanted to invade inwardly, the two were so close that Meng Qinglang could almost touch him. Meng Qinglang's fingers trembled when he misunderstood the cold breath he exhaled.

He is different from Sheng You.

Oppressive, cold, intimidating, and dangerous, Meng Qinglang stepped back slightly to ease the close distance, and clenched his fists tightly to prevent his fingers from revealing his fear. It was not because of the aura of this ghost king, but because of the hidden energy in him. , Huge, irritable like magma, seems to go crazy if not careful, this is the first time Meng Qinglang feels the danger of being destroyed.

He stood still and did not move. Meng Qinglang took a small step back tentatively. He clearly saw that his brows were frowning, so he did not move again: "Say."

The ghost king glanced at the kitchen and looked at Meng Qinglang: "Since I summoned this king, I must make an offering, and I will definitely come tonight when I am ugly. If there is no offering..." He lifted Meng Qinglang's chin, and approached Meng Qinglang with a masked face. Qing Lang stared at his lips with a hoarse voice, "I have no choice but to eat you."

Rubbing his fingertips upwards from his chin, he barely stopped on Meng Qinglang's slightly shallow lips, dangerously probing, his eyes showed some dissatisfaction, he let go of his hands and turned around: "Don't forget."

In a villa in City B, Xi Yan was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed.Soon, Shen Ru saw his lord slowly opened his eyes, with undisguised excitement in his eyes: "Hehehehe..."

Not a sneer.

Shen Ru suddenly heard him call his name, with expectation and slight worry in his voice.

"Shen Ru, tell me...what do men eat to replenish their blood?"

"Men?" Shen Ru frowned, "Shouldn't men nourish the kidneys?"

Xi Yan's eyes lit up: "Yes, I also need to nourish my kidneys and blood, so go and find a recipe for me. By the way, what is He Yanzhou doing recently?"

"It seems that I have accepted a drama, a few small variety shows, I guess I want to make some money while the popularity is still there."

Xi Yan narrowed his eyes: "It's good to make money, help him get some resources, it's better to be too busy to sleep."

Shen Ru poured him a cup of hot brown sugar water: "Yes, my lord, I heard that women drink this when they are short of blood, try it."

In the kitchen, Meng Qinglang was holding the phone, his fingertips hovering over the screen, hesitating, and the contacts on the phone showed Sheng You.

The phone call was just because there was an extra ghost by his side, but he remembered that Sheng You wanted to eat him at first, and Meng Qinglang suddenly had the feeling that he had turned into the meat of a Tang monk.

Meng Qinglang turned off his phone, and asked the scary ghost to inquire among the low-level ghosts, maybe there was news about this ghost king.

Meng Qinglang rubbed his chin, feeling warmer, and went out with the food.

Uncle Han raised his head to look at him, and looked at him carefully: "Are you tired? Your face is so pale?"

Meng Qinglang smiled: "It's nothing, I've always been like this."

Old man Feng squinted his presbyopic eyes for a while, but didn't see any difference from usual, so he said, "Your Uncle Han is not an outsider, these few dishes are enough, let's take a break," and then turned to Uncle Han Said, "This kid is originally dark. After living here for a few days, he looks as if he has been put on powder. He is getting whiter every day. He is almost eighteen years old."

"Haha, that's teacher, you know how to support people."

Old man Feng was waiting for him to praise himself, and said proudly, "Of course."

It was Saturday, and Muying had a small farm event. She left with a lunch box in the morning and came back in the afternoon. Only Old Man Feng and the others ate. Uncle Han chatted with Old Man Feng, and then with Meng Qinglang. There was no silence after the meal, and the three of them became acquainted. When Uncle Han left, Meng Qinglang suddenly realized that Uncle Han had asked him a lot about him, but he didn't even know what Uncle Han's job was.

"Master, what is Uncle Han's job?"

Old man Feng waved his fan and went back to the house: "I work in a government department."

No wonder he has rich social experience.

It was just an acquaintance of old man Feng, and Meng Qinglang didn't inquire further.

In the afternoon, Manager Liu came with a smiley gift box from Rong Dingzhai. Meng Qinglang took out two prepared mung bean cakes for him to taste: "Do you see any difference?"

Manager Liu was stunned for a moment. He came here with the contract, thinking that it would be enough to sign and pay today to get the prescription, but he was also happy to taste Meng Qinglang's craftsmanship, so he picked up a piece and ate it in his mouth. He frowned.

The sweetness is moderate, soft and delicious, but... after eating the cake made by Meng Qinglang himself, I always feel that this cake is not bad, it's not bad, but it's not as amazing as expected, it seems that something is missing, it's missing ... the feeling of the essence of the soul, making it ordinary.

"This... is the prescription changed?"

Meng Qinglang shook his head: "It's just a change of people." And water.

Meng Qinglang thought about it. With Rong Dingzhai's daily sales volume, it was inconvenient to use the well water from the Samsara Pond, and he didn't want people to notice the difference in the well water. Old man Feng never sold him the house. If there are means, it would be bad to force him to sell the house.

"I watched Uncle Feng make this. There is no problem with every step. If I use Rong Dingzhai's chef, the taste will be similar."

Anyone who really studies cooking knows that the same recipe may have different tastes from different chefs. Even if the ingredients are accurate to the milligram, similar tastes will be different in the mouths of gourmets.

Indeed, there is not much difference in the taste of mung bean cake, but it feels very different.

Manager Liu suddenly felt lucky: "I wonder if Mr. Meng would like to work in our Rongdingzhai? You just need to make some special pastries every day." The more Manager Liu talked, the more he felt that his method was good, and he said excitedly, " Half-day work, two-week break, monthly salary... I may need to discuss it with the company, five figures are guaranteed, you should have a special certificate, right?"

"……No."

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and Manager Liu smiled: "Well... if you don't have a certificate... your strength is here. I believe the company values ​​ability more."

Meng Qinglang was not ready for official work at first, so he poured a cup of tea for him, and declined politely: "Thank you for your kindness, I still have to go to school, maybe there is no way to coordinate the time, if you are satisfied with the taste, we can cooperate, if It doesn't matter if you don't feel it meets your expectations."

"Ms. Meng is still a student?"

Old man Feng interjected, shaking his fan, "That's right, it's from Jinghua University."

As if he had a gold-lettered signboard, Manager Liu looked at him differently: "So it's like this, but studies are more important." Manager Liu lowered his head and thought for a while before continuing, "I have two plans for this visit. , if it is the current taste, the price of the buyout may need to be renegotiated, as for the share, we have discussed the price we can give before, look... 10% of the net profit, are you satisfied?"

This was higher than Meng Qinglang expected, after all... Although he hadn't tasted much pastries on the market, he felt that they were not very competitive.

"I have a request, maybe... I would like to find time to do some pastry delivery once in a while."

Manager Liu frowned. They wanted to use Meng Qinglang's "reminiscence" in the gourmet magazine as a gimmick. Compared with Meng Qinglang's "work", their mung bean cake will obviously be compared. From the profit of a certain type of product, the value of brand building is higher. If people think of "remembrance of fakes" when talking about "Rongdingzhai", it is hard to say whether it will have a bad impact.

Manager Liu thought for a while before saying: "In this way, we can sign a cooperation agreement. Rong Dingzhai will charge 5% of the consignment fee. We will cover all the packaging and sales of the products. Labels such as Meng indicate cooperation between the two companies, but in fact we divide profits and responsibilities.”

After a pause, Manager Liu added another sentence: "We still take the risk of quality for food products. I hope you can have a surplus for us to sample and test each time. It's not that you don't believe Mr. Meng's character. As a company Overall, we have responsibilities to bear, and the consignment fee of 5% is not too high.”

What Manager Liu said has some truth, and Meng Qinglang also understands that the things that Rong Dingzhai buys home are printed with Rong Dingzhai's trademark. It's also troublesome, the platform will also charge fees, and he is really worried about whether he can sell it only by relying on that food weekly. The brand of Yourong Dingzhai is different, and 5% is really not much.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 Zhaoliu;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

19 bottles of Zhaoliu;

wow~