The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

When it was almost noon, Feng Jun walked slowly to the kitchen.

"Brother Meng...can I learn to cook from you?"

"Ah? Why." Meng Qinglang tried hard to hide the disgust in his voice.

Feng Jun still recognized it, and glanced at his mouth slightly: "My grandfather wants to eat braised pork, let me learn how to do it from you."

"Oh, no, your grandpa's menu today is shredded potatoes with vinegar, fried pork slices with broccoli, and seaweed pork rib soup."

Feng Jun was elated: "Okay! I'll tell grandpa right now."

1 minute later.

"Brother Meng... Grandpa wants to drink my stewed pork rib soup..."

Meng Qinglang glanced at the casserole on the stove: "Go, keep an eye on it."

"Oh." Feng Jun moved a ponytail and sat in front of the casserole, and asked Meng Qinglang later, "Brother Meng, what should I do?"

The kitchen at Old Man Feng's house has natural gas, and there is no need to burn firewood. Meng Qinglang looked around and said, "Go and clean the dishes and sweep the floor." After speaking, he went back to cooking.

Feng Jun glared at Meng Qinglang's back, he came to learn how to make soup...

Meng Qinglang turned around, and Feng Jun sat obediently for an instant.

"By the way, I bought a pineapple, you go peel it and soak it."

"Okay Brother Meng!"

Feng Jun went to cut the pineapple, and thoughtfully picked up a small bowl of ice and put it in Meng Qinglang's hand: "Brother Meng, it's so sweet."

Meng Qinglang stuffed a piece into his mouth, it was quite sweet, and he liked it a little.

Feng Jun continued to squat on the horse, the pot was dancing in Meng Qinglang's hands, Feng Jun straightened up slightly, staring at Meng Qinglang's hand, the aura scattered in the air condensed into blue stars, gradually converging into the pot, By the way, he remembered...Meng Ge belonged to the "Danmen"?

I heard that Danmen is the sect most familiar with spiritual power among Taoists. They are famous for making good use of spiritual power. Even if they can't learn other people's secret books, if they get along well, let Meng Ge teach him how to use spiritual power in a more detailed way. Bar……

Meng Qinglang turned around occasionally to adjust the heat of the soup pot, turned around, um... wait, Meng Qinglang pretended to watch the pot and turned around again, sneaking a glance at Feng Jun.

Those bright eyes, the obedient and stiff sitting posture, the red cheeks, and the longing expression are absolutely——something you're imagining.

Meng Qinglang turned around indifferently and waved the cooking spoon. This age...is normal. When he was 20 years old...he always remembered the past with Xi Yan...

It is estimated that he just left and was not used to it at that time. Anyone who has been around for more than ten years will always have a follower. Once separated, he will feel uncomfortable. Like now, he will not think of Xi Yan.

He didn't think about it, just complained.

"Brother Meng, I'll serve the plate!"

Meng Qinglang watched as Feng Jun snatched the dishes he had just served, ran away in a hurry, and then ran back, and brought the casserole to the table. In the hot summer, he was so busy that he was sweating, and those who didn't know thought the dishes were he did.

At the dinner table, Old Man Feng took a sip of the soup, glanced at Meng Qinglang, and said to Feng Jun, "I told you to cook the soup for Brother Meng, why did Boy Meng cook it?"

Feng Jun was sour, and said aggrievedly: "I helped!"

Meng Qinglang nodded: "Yes, I helped. After seeing the fire, I packed up my things and cut the pineapple. Not bad."

Old man Feng nodded: "Learn more from your brother Meng in everything, Qinglang, you two are classmates, and you should take care of each other."

Meng Qinglang agreed casually.

Old Man Feng nodded, satisfied. Feng Jun felt rebellious, and he didn't want to follow Meng Qinglang anymore. Once he pouted, Old Man Feng knew what he was thinking, and drove him to help Meng Qinglang again in the afternoon.

The well in the backyard was not covered because of what Master Yunzhen said. Seeing that old man Feng hadn't talked about selling the house, Meng Qinglang often strolled by the well to show his status as a "destined person".

Now that the identity of the "Danmen" has been exposed, and Feng Jun is a member of the Taoist school, Meng Qinglang thought that there is no need to let those buggers hide, and they should all come to work for him, so one ghost and one capsule, Meng Qinglang Lang gave the coordinates again, asking them to send ghosts to reincarnate and buggers to die. Looking at the slowly growing energy in the system, Meng Qinglang felt refreshed from the inside.

"Brother Meng...this...is raised by you?"

Meng Qinglang's bedroom has gradually become a place where the ghosts report their work. There is a small notebook on the table, with a writing brush down, to record the work of each ghost. When reincarnated, it will be calculated as salary and benefits.

After finishing the last stroke, he waited for the characters to disappear and the paper to turn white again, before answering Feng Jun: "No." Non-editor ghosts have no fixed salary, "They don't need to be fed or raised."

Feng Jun was in awe. It was the first time I heard that someone who could drive ghosts regardless of merit or spiritual power, and those ghosts respected him.

How is this possible, it is unreasonable.

Seeing his "secretary" in a daze, Meng Qinglang suddenly missed He Yanzhou, he was so competent, he did everything for him, all he had to do was put on a cape and pose next to him, and now he was trying to make money for him.

[Your bank card account ending in 3718 has a transfer income of RMB 5, and your account balance is...]

On the Jinghua campus, Meng Qinglang was smoking a cigarette, indifferently looking at the number displayed on the phone, and less than 30 seconds had passed.

Look, he earned another 500 million.

[Your bank card account ending in 3718 paid 4 to Anxi Group, and your account balance is...]

Look, the black-hearted system...

Meng Qinglang picked up the phone: "Zhouzhou? I'm still filming, it's been so hard... Well, let's take a break after filming, I found a way to make money... So much work... Breaking the contract is not acceptable... It's hard work ...By the way, are you in City B? Then I'll take out some homemade juice for you...Give me the address...Okay."

What a dedicated and good secretary.

Wages are wages, for such dedicated employees, a boss without extra benefits is a stingy boss!The takeaway shop is open.

Meng Qinglang quickly contacted the food delivery platform, the riders were too expensive, and they were not in demand, so Feng Jun somehow became the delivery man of "Meng's".

Feng Jun rode the small pink electric car with the word "Meng" bought by Meng Qinglang with "a lot of money" and galloped in the sun, wondering about his situation. He didn't have a prejudice against food delivery, but... Isn't this his purpose?It is said that there are still people buying ten mung bean cakes for 50 yuan. I have to sigh that there are still many rich people.

Master said, they can't make too much money in this line of business, it hurts morality, he probably has to buy lottery tickets to get rich, B city movie city... it should be here, Brother Meng also knows big stars, that's amazing.

Feng Jun "" entered the studio and stopped under a certain building, and saw a young man running over: "Did Brother Meng send it?"

"Correct."

"Just give it to me. You need a certificate to enter."

"Okay, this is the scene where "Come and Chase Me" was recorded."

"Haha, yes, it seems to be the audience. This time, Brother Zhou is the guest of honor. Remember to watch it next Friday."

"Okay, watch it on time," Feng Jun skillfully picked up the goods, two glasses of orange juice, five boxes of mung bean cakes, probably for him to share with everyone, Feng Jun checked the number and handed it to him, "Have a good meal, give me a good review Yo."

"I didn't place an order..."

Forgot it was from Brother Meng.

"Then... welcome to taste."

This is the last order he sent. In fact, "Meng's" has just opened, not many people know about it, the price is expensive, and it is still sold in limited quantities, so there are not many orders to send throughout the day, only his master's Yunshui There are many contemplations and it is far away, so it took a little time. It stands to reason that takeaways from this distance are not given away, but who told him that it was his master.

"came back."

When Feng Jun returned to the courtyard, Meng Qinglang was sitting in the courtyard with old man Feng, drinking fruit juice with a fan, old man Feng's juice, Meng Qinglang's plain water, watching...why are you so idle, why are you so idle? ... Annoying, he quit!

"Be tired, drink some juice, I'll chill it for you."

Feng Jun was thirsty, so he decided to finish his drink first before complaining!

The entrance is cold and refreshing, the fruit juice mixed with some kind of fresh grass flavor spreads in the mouth, passes through the esophagus and enters the body, the whole person is stripped from the dryness, and then a cool spiritual power slowly circulates in his body.

It is the tranquility that can only be felt when one enters concentration during practice.

Feng Jun looked at the juice in surprise. Is this... the medicinal power of Danmen?If you drink a cup before every practice, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

Seeing that he was drinking so fast, Old Man Feng said worriedly: "There's still more, just save a glass for Muying, if he gets sick from drinking too much, drink it slowly, don't catch a cold."

Feng Jun nodded and looked at the glasses of fruit juice on the table. It was nothing to deliver a courier. He wanted to hug Brother Meng's thigh tightly.

Meng Qinglang continued to open the reincarnation pool in the past few days, and saved six more "reincarnation pool limited lottery tickets". He always felt that in this kind of lottery, the chances of getting good things were better if he drew several times in a row or drew one by one in a row.

Taking advantage of the sunshine and being idle, Meng Qinglang clicked on the system to draw a lottery.

Taking a deep breath and saying "Meng Shenjun Blessing" silently, when the whole person calmed down, his eyes were fixed on the only white ball in the lottery machine. Although it was only a vegetable grower, it was a big prize anyway. Meng Qinglang prayed again " Blessed by Meng Shenjun, I clicked on the lottery system and drew——

[Fireworks are splashing, congratulations on getting the "Samsara Pond Osmanthus Cake Making Key Points". 】

"..."

Pump again.

[Fireworks splashing, congratulations on getting the "Samsara Pool Cookie Making Essentials". 】

Pump it!

[Fireworks splashing, congratulations on getting the "Samsara Pool Fruit Cream Cake Making Key Points". 】

[Fireworks are splashing, congratulations on getting the "Key Points for Making Brown Sugar Pudding in Samsara Pool". 】

[Fireworks are splashing, congratulations on getting the "Key Points for Making Porridge in Samsara Pool". 】

What the hell is gruel? !

Meng Qinglang now feels that Meng Shenjun is definitely a scam!

All right, he doesn't ask anyone else, he just asks him to bless himself, I can win!

Puff—a small white ball rolled out, and Meng Qinglang's eyes went straight.

[Boom~ Fireworks are splashing, congratulations on winning the mysterious prize - "Samsara Pool Planting Base". 】

The author has something to say: Meng Qinglang: It is still useful to worship yourself (Meng Shenjun, who deceives people)