A group of demons and monsters whose food was stolen were originally quite angry, but when they saw the strange behavior of the Dream Soul Beast, they forgot their anger for a moment and blinked their eyes, looking at him curiously.
...What is he doing? ?
At first, Shen Qiqi wanted to remind Menghun Beast, but when she saw Menghun Beast praying devoutly, she inexplicably felt that the scene was very funny.
Although it was her first time dealing with the Dream Soul Beast, and the process was not very pleasant, she could basically judge that this Mr. Dream was definitely the kind of person who was fearless.
But even such a troublemaker who thinks "I am the best in the world" can become as obedient as a weakling just for a bite of food.
Having a soft spot is very good. At least I know what method to use in the future to quickly and effectively control this Mr. Meng.
Shen Qiqi narrowed her eyes and curled her lips silently, then she crossed her arms and leisurely admired the "Uncle Meng Begging Picture."
He was too pious. When Dream Soul Beast was praying, his body did not move at all, like a sculpture. Even the expression on his face was always pious. If it were not for the occasional breeze from the cliff that lifted up his clothes, Dream Soul Beast at this moment would really look like a picture.
But it's useless, it's useless.
After a devout prayer, the Dream Soul Beast took a careful bite, just like the first time it ate the glutinous rice balls.
puff--
This time I heard a sound.
Hahaha, it turns out that he was eating in the wrong way just now!
The Dream Soul Beast's eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he almost danced with joy. He was about to enjoy the delicious food with relish. However, the next moment, the taste that tasted like chewing wax exploded in his mouth, making him feel so nauseous that his stomach churned and he almost vomited.
He hurriedly spat out all the food in his mouth, stared with his big cow eyes, looked at the pot of cooking wontons, then looked at the pot of cooking dumplings, and thought wildly: It’s not that his way of eating is wrong, could it be the pot?
Yes, that must be it!
The Dream Soul Beast immediately picked up a basket of raw wontons that had just been wrapped and not yet cooked, and poured them all into the pot of cooking dumplings. Then he waved his palm-leaf fan and urged the paper man to light the fire.
"Hurry, hurry, light the fire! Food cooked in this pot is delicious!"
Shen Qiqi, who was watching the excitement with great interest: "..."
She was so startled that she stumbled and nearly fell.
In her two lifetimes, this was the first time she heard that the taste of food was actually related to the pot!
Moreover, she added sugar to the pot for cooking glutinous rice balls, but the wonton filling was salty and fragrant. Using sweet soup to cook salty wontons... is simply a mess and a waste of ingredients!
Shen Qiqi couldn't continue to watch the fun. She hurriedly told the paper figurine to quickly fish out the wontons, then looked at the Dream Soul Beast and said speechlessly, "Whether the food is delicious or not depends on who is in charge of the kitchen. It has nothing to do with the price of the pot... It has nothing to do with whether you say a prayer before the meal or not."
Even if the pot is filled with delicacies from land and sea, the diners at the bottom of the cliff will not be able to taste anything without her hands.
Shen Qiqi accidentally discovered that she had this ability in her previous life: any food she made could be eaten by both the living and the dead.
Although the Dream Soul Beast's sense of taste for eating food from living people was blocked by the Night Wanderer, its sense of taste for eating food from the dead was not affected.
Menghun Beast himself also knew this. After listening to Shen Qiqi's words, he stared at her carefully for a long time, and suddenly realized, "Are you Meng Po?"
There is an old woman standing guard at the Naihe Bridge, who cooks soup for the departing ghosts. Her nickname is Meng Po.
Only the soup cooked by Meng Po herself can be appreciated by ghosts.
The woman in front of me can cook food for the dead. Who else could she be but Meng Po?
If this woman is really Meng Po, then he will never have to suffer the hardship of eating tree roots and bark at the bottom of the cliff again!
The Dream Soul Beast felt that he had discovered the secret, and this time he was really dancing with joy, jumping and leaping with excitement. The entire bottom of the Ten Thousand Demons Cliff was echoed with his laughter.
When the Dream Soul Beast was just a small one, its voice was surprisingly loud. Now that it has grown into such a big lump, its voice is even louder, like thunder, making Shen Qiqi's eardrums buzz.
She covered her ears and thought that the Dream Soul Beast really lived up to the word "dream". Look at its imagination, it's out of this world.
What about Meng Po? Why don’t you say that she is the Emperor of Yedu?
After waiting for the Dream Soul Beast to stop screaming, Shen Qiqi finally corrected it, "I'm not Meng Po, but I can indeed make food suitable for the dead... Why? Maybe it's because I'm Meng Po's clone?"
Who knows.
Anyway, the food she cooks is different from ordinary food.
The Dream Soul Beast didn't particularly care whether she was Meng Po herself or her clone.
In the eyes of Menghun Beast, it doesn’t matter who Shen Qiqi is. What matters is that this woman must cook for him every day!
Especially after he ate a few dishes made by Shen Qiqi, Menghun Beast couldn't wait for the judges to give the scores and decide the winner, and jumped out to announce the result impatiently:
"I declare that I lose this competition!"
He made the final decision, firmly welding himself into the position of loser, and glared fiercely at the judges around him, as if he would never let anyone off if they dared to declare him the winner.
The judges dropped their eyes speechlessly, thinking that we must be crazy to declare you the winner.
It’s good to lose.
After losing to this little bully, someone will take care of him.
Later they would go and beg Miss Shen, asking her to get this little bully away from the bottom of the cliff, so that the residents at the bottom of the cliff could live a comfortable life for a few days.
Especially Old Ancestor Teng. As the only spiritual plant at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Demons Cliff, Old Ancestor Teng’s greatest natural enemy is not the wind and frost, nor the rain and snow, but the Dream Soul Beast that always covets his body and runs over to hug him and take a bite from time to time.
Now he has finally found someone who can control this little bully!
Patriarch Teng quickly echoed loudly, "That's right, in this competition, Miss Shen won and the Dream Soul Beast lost!"
The bet that the Dream Soul Beast had just made was that if it lost, it would be at the mercy of Miss Shen, and Miss Shen had originally gone for the two vines in the Dream Soul Beast's hands.
Judging from the looks of it, Miss Shen should be trying to use those two vines to reshape something else.
He would go talk to Miss Shen later. He had plenty of vine whiskers and could reshape anything she wanted, but the condition was that she must get the Dream Soul Beast out of the Ten Thousand Demons Cliff as soon as possible!
Patriarch Teng was secretly pondering in his heart. After hearing what he said, the Dream Soul Beast nodded repeatedly with satisfaction, and then looked at Shen Qiqi with bright eyes.
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