Conquer the game world with food

Advanced intensive care unit.

After Wei Xuesong hung up the video call with Qiu Liming, he reached out to pick up the photo frame on the bedside table.

The photo in the frame was of a girl who looked about ten years old.

"Qiqi, Dad will see you again soon." Wei Xuesong's eyes were full of love, and he reached out and touched the girl's photo and muttered to himself.

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Hell.

Naihe Bridge.

After Meng Po drank five bowls of high-grade clear soup in a row, even a fool could see that she just wanted to drink soup!

It's all excuses if there is less forgetfulness under the grass, and if you can't taste it!

However, although Chu Lingyang was full of complaints in his heart, it was not easy to show it on the surface. After all, this is his home court, isn't it?

Granny Meng drank five bowls of high-grade clear soup in a row, but she still felt that it was not enough: "The taste of your soup is not bad, but the amount of forget you care grass is not very good."

"..." Chu Lingyang looked at her with a smile, yes, everything you said was right.

Black and white Wuchang on the side had already seen that Po Meng just wanted to drink soup, and there was something wrong with the dosage of forgetyoucao, which made them think that Chu Lingyang had stabbed the basket.

Both of them had cold faces, looking at Po Meng speechlessly, can they not be scary?There are fewer forgetful grasses, don't you know how big this matter is?This can also be used as a joke...

Po Meng didn't know what they were thinking, even if she knew they were afraid, she didn't care at all.

After all, she has been a scattered official of the Heavenly Court since ancient times. Later, because of pity for the world and being dragged down by the past, she came to the underworld to make Mengpo soup by the Naihe Bridge, so that the world can forget their feelings and relieve their worries.

She is much older than the two petty officials, black and white impermanence.

Moreover, there are many people in the positions of black and white impermanence in the underworld, and each of the Ten Temples of Yan has a black and white impermanence, but her Po Meng is the only one in the entire underworld!

"You didn't make this pot of soup well enough, so the effect is not good, so I'll take the soup away, and you can make another pot!" Pom Meng said to Chu Lingyang.

"..." Chu Lingyang looked at her in a daze, is that okay? ? !

Black and White Impermanence also looked at Po Meng in a daze.

"But I..." Chu Lingyang wanted to protest, but Meng Po immediately stared at him coldly, "What? Do you have an opinion? If these ghosts drink Meng Po's soup that doesn't work well, if something goes wrong after reincarnation, what can you do?" Are you responsible? Can’t you? So, this problematic Meng Po soup can’t stay here, you have to make another pot. This involves the reincarnation of many ghosts, which is very important, do you understand?”

"..." Chu Lingyang stared blankly at her, you really make sense!

"By the way, the next pot will use so much Wangyoucao, I will divide the amount for you. Don't make any mistakes this time." Meng Po reached out and took a handful of Wangyoucao and put it in Chu Lingyang's hand.

Chu Lingyang looked at the Wangyoucao in his hand, that's how much Wangyoucao I planted just now!

"I just used..." Chu Lingyang wanted to argue, but Meng Po once again looked at him with a godlike expression, "I said that you just played less, but you just did not. Am I Meng Po or are you Meng Po? ? I’ve been making Mengpo soup here for thousands of years. Is this the first time you’re making it today?”

As she was talking, Po Meng probably felt a little embarrassed herself, so she patted Chu Lingyang's hand holding Wangyoucao: "Young man, don't be too persistent."

"..." Chu Lingyang tried his best to force a smile, you are Po Meng, you are right.

"Okay, that's it! You do it well, I'll take this pot of soup first."

After finishing speaking, Po Meng waved her hand and took away the soup and pot.

Chu Lingyang just wanted to say, how can I make Meng Po soup without a pot, and in the next second, a new big pot appeared on the stove out of thin air.

Po Meng still didn't forget to turn around and tell him: "Young man, do it well!"

Mo Yiming and Luo Cheng watched the whole process from the sidelines, and couldn't help but look at each other. Is there such an operation?

"Meng Po, please wait a moment."

Black and White Wuchang immediately chased after him.

"Grandma Meng, can't you drink this soup by yourself?" Hei Wuchang asked.

"Who said I can't drink?!" Granny Meng glanced at them.

"I've planted Wangyoucao now, isn't it bad for you to drink so much? What if you become a fool?" Hei Wuchang continued.

"I have the antidote, Nessence Herb doesn't work for me." Granny Meng said nonchalantly, and then looked at Black and White Wuchang, "But you are right, there is Nessence Herb in this soup, ordinary people can't drink it. "

Black and white impermanence nodded.

"So you can't drink it, lest you become a fool." Meng Po continued.

"Don't you have an antidote?" Bai Wuchang said hastily.

"Yes! I have the antidote, so I can only drink it. Hey, it's a pity, you can't drink such a delicious soup." Meng Po shook her head and sighed.

"..." Black and White Wuchang looked at her speechlessly.

"Didn't you just say that delicacies from mountains and seas are just passing by?" Bai Wuchang said.

"That's right! That's why you don't have to be attached. I forgot after drinking it. You are too easy to be attached to these things, which is not good." Meng Po said earnestly.

"Okay, that's it! Let's go, don't disturb me to drink soup." Granny Meng put away her smile and issued an order to evict the guests.

"Meng Po..." Hei Wuchang still wanted to speak, but Meng Po turned her head and glanced at him, "If you really want to drink Meng Po soup, I will make it for you another day."

"Is the soup you made drinkable?" Bai Wuchang muttered in a low voice.

Po Meng's ears were sharp, and she heard his thoughts all at once, and looked at him: "Why, do you have a problem with the soup I made?!"

"...No, I have no objection, please!" Hei Wuchang hurriedly smoothed things over.

Although Meng Po is also under Yan Jun's control, she is not at the same level as them, and she still has to respect everything.

"Take care of him, so as not to cause trouble." Po Meng nodded Chu Lingyang under the wooden shed not far away with her chin.

"Meng Po, is this your job?" Bai Wuchang looked at her speechlessly.

"Didn't you say that Yan Jun asked him to help me? Isn't he helping to make Mengpo soup now? I am doing things in full compliance with Yan Jun's will."

After Meng Po finished speaking, she directed the soup pot to leave on her own.

She didn't want to see the two dead ghosts of black and white impermanence wandering in front of her, so she wanted to find a secluded place to enjoy delicious food.

"Meng Po, isn't this bad?" Hei Wuchang yelled at Po Meng's back in a daze.

"There's too much nonsense, go and watch him quickly, lest you make a mistake, it's not good for Yan Jun to blame you!" Granny Meng walked forward holding the soup pot without looking back.

"But……"

Hei Wuchang wanted to continue persuading them, but Meng Po simply used magic to dodge away from them.

After Meng Po left, Bai Wuchang thought for a while, looked back at Chu Lingyang, saw that he was already making another pot of Meng Po soup, and said to Hei Wuchang: "The right master is still here, we want to try it Why go to Meng Po to taste this Meng Po soup."

"Did you dare to drink the Mengpo soup with forget you grass without the antidote?" Hei Wuchang turned his head and gave him a helpless look.

"Wait!" Bai Wu saw that Chu Lingyang was about to pour forgetyou grass into the soup pot, so he hurriedly shouted.

Chu Lingyang couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and looked at Bai Wuchang suspiciously.

Bai Wuchang moved extremely fast, one second he was still far away, and the next second he was already in front of him.

"Don't plant the forgetfulness grass yet!" Bai Wuchang said to Chu Lingyang.

"Why?" Chu Lingyang frowned slightly.

Mo Yiming and Luo Cheng also looked at Bai Wuchang with the same puzzled face.

"..." Bai Wuchang was silent for a while, and said somewhat unnaturally, "We, we have to taste your soup, take a look, take a look..."

Luo Cheng who was on the side took up the conversation: "Check the dosage of Wangyoucao, is it right?"

"Yes, that's right, we have to see if the dosage of Wangyoucao is right, after all, it is related to the reincarnation of these ghosts, it is very important!" Bai Wuchang directly used Meng Po's lines for his own use, and said That's called a catchphrase.

"Get two bowls of soup first for us to taste." Bai Wuchang continued.

Luo Cheng looked at him, and couldn't help but joked: "This is not forgetting the grass, what are you trying?"

"..." Bai Wuchang's expression froze suddenly.

After a long while, he gave Luo Cheng a cold look: "When will you, a mere mortal, be allowed to intervene?"

"I'm the judge." Luo Cheng shook the judge's pen in his hand.

"...Even if you have a judge's pen, you are not an official judge. Without Yan Jun's will, you are just a mortal!" Bai Wuchang said coldly.

"Cut!" Luo Cheng turned his head away disdainfully.

Seeing Luo Cheng's bad attitude, Bai Wuchang's expression changed, and he was stopped by Hei Wuchang just as he was about to get angry.

"Okay, okay, if you are not sure, you will be a colleague in the future, so don't hurt your friendship." Hei Wuchang said.

Then, he forced a smile on his face, and said to Chu Lingyang: "My brothers are very interested in this soup, I wonder if you can let us taste it?"

After all, he is black and impermanent, it's okay not to smile, but this smile is even more permeating.

"Okay, okay." Chu Lingyang twitched his eyebrows subconsciously, and immediately scooped up two bowls of high-grade clear soup for him.

"Thank you." Hei Wuchang took the soup bowl and said.

Although this Hei Wuchang was a ghost, he seemed to be easy to get along with, but Bai Wuchang was completely different. He had a face of ice all the way, and Chu Lingyang wanted to give her a chin.

"You guys have a bowl too!" Chu Lingyang said to Mo Yiming and Luo Cheng.

"Okay! If it wasn't for the forget-sorrow grass in the previous pot, I would have wanted to drink it a long time ago." Luo Cheng said with a smile.

Black and White Wuchang drank Chu Lingyang's soup, as the saying goes, "eating people with short mouths", so they stopped paying too much attention to Mo Yiming and Luo Cheng.

Mo Yiming and Luo Cheng took the soup bowls that Chu Lingyang handed over, and drank one by one.

This pot of high-grade clear soup was full of ingredients, and it was cooked by Chu Lingyang using the Lie Huo Jue to precisely control the heat. The taste was much more delicious than the clear soup that had been boiled for more than ten hours in real life.

"Tsk, it would be great if there were some noodles in this soup." Luo Cheng said with emotion.

"Well, this clear soup must taste good when paired with Yangzhou Yangchun noodles! Egg noodles are topped with scallion oil." Mo Yiming nodded.

The black and white impermanence listened to it, and their eyes couldn't help showing yearning.

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Granny Meng took the pot of high-grade clear soup all the way to the pavilion in the apse garden of Suying Palace, the shrine of the tenth hall, the shrine of the King of Hades and the Wheel of Kings, which is closest to Naihe Bridge.

Because this is where the temple is located, there are fewer visits by ghost soldiers and ghosts, and no one comes to bother you. It is the best place to enjoy delicious food.

She sat down in the gazebo, and with a wave of her hand, she transformed the pot of clear soup and placed it on the stone table in the pavilion.

Smelling the delicious fragrance of the clear soup in the pot, she couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect that kid to have such a skill, this soup is really delicious."

She couldn't wait to conjure up a soup bowl, scooped up a bowl full of clear soup and enjoyed it.

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In Suying Palace.

After finishing dealing with the reincarnated ghosts sent by the front nine halls, the king of the wheel is planning to take a rest in the back hall.

As soon as he walked into the apse, he smelled a faint fragrance, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment. It's not time for meal yet, how could there be the smell of food.

He was puzzled, and took advantage of the scent all the way from the apse to the back garden.

The closer he got to the back garden, the stronger the scent became, which made him salivate.

The King of Wheels came to the back garden, walked around in the garden, and saw an old woman in a pavilion under the north wall.

There seemed to be a big cauldron on the stone table in the pavilion, and the old woman seemed to be eating something...

Who is this, dare to hide in my Suying Palace and steal food?

The Wheel-Running King immediately approached and took a closer look, isn't this Po Meng?

"Meng Po, why don't you sell Meng Po's soup by the Naihe Bridge, and come to my Suying Palace?" Zhuanlun Wang was very puzzled.

When Po Meng saw that it was the Wheel-Turning King, she hurriedly got up to meet him.

"Greetings to Lord Yan." Granny Meng bowed.

King Zhuanlun nodded, motioned her to get up and talk, and looked at the pot of clear soup on the stone table: "What is this? Mengpo soup?"

"Yes." Granny Meng replied.

"Then why is the taste of this soup different from the past, and it smells so delicious?" Zhuanlun Wang continued to ask.

"Oh, that's because..."

Meng Po immediately reported to Zhuanlun King that Chu Lingyang was punished by King Qin Guang to go to Naihe Bridge to make Meng Po soup.

"So that's the case." Zhuan Lun Wang nodded, looking at the pot of clear soup, "It must be extraordinary for this mortal to be able to alarm King Qin Guang."

Zhuanlun Wang seemed to be very interested in the pot of high-grade clear soup made by Chu Lingyang: "Meng Po, can you let me taste your soup?"

"This..." Meng Po was taken aback, and the King of Wheels was also interested in this clear soup.

"Huh?" The Wheel-Turning King looked at Po Meng.

"Of course, Lord Yan please." Granny Meng hurriedly scooped up a bowl of clear soup and handed it to King Zhuanlun.

The King of Wheels took a sip of the clear soup, but did not speak.

He took another sip of the clear soup, but still didn't speak.

But three or two mouthfuls, a bowl of clear soup is enough.

"This soup is not bad." Zhuanlun Wang nodded.

When Po Meng heard this, she smiled.

"Let me take the rest back! Let my subordinates taste it too." Said the Wheel-Turning King.

"...!" Granny Meng stared at him in a daze after hearing this.

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