After hearing this story, Meng Qingyin felt mixed emotions.
She didn't expect that when she asked Qin Feng to research the magic equipment, it actually helped her make a decision to a certain extent.
No matter what Qin Feng chooses, it will go against the wishes of another deceased person.
Qingfeng comforted him, "Master, what Afeng is doing now is to make her happy. I believe she has already made up her mind."
Meng Qingyin thought for a moment and asked, "That Ming Qing...why did she encourage you to enter the Demon Tower?"
Qing Feng shook his head: "Who knows? After Chen Sha died, she also disappeared, and we lost all news of her."
She added, "Master, regarding the matters concerning the more enchanted equipment, please give Afeng some more time. She has just taken that step and needs time to digest it."
Meng Qingyin nodded.
Yes, no matter what Qin Feng chooses, he can't have the best of both worlds.
But since she chose to forge magical equipment, it means that she is very clear about it in her mind.
The rest is up to time.
"Okay, then ask Sister Feng when she's free, and I'll host a banquet for her! And I definitely won't appear in front of her that day!" Meng Qingyin said solemnly.
At the beginning, she was planning to use the treat to persuade Qin Feng to help her forge more magical equipment.
But after hearing about their past, she changed her mind.
If Qin Feng doesn't want to see her, then she won't appear in front of her.
Qingfeng immediately sent a message to Qin Feng.
After a moment, she looked up and said to Meng Qingyin, "A Feng said she will be free tomorrow."
Meng Qingyin made an "OK" gesture and said, "Then let's set it for tomorrow night. I'll start looking for chefs of various cuisines right now!"
Qing Feng smiled and said, "Do you need my help? I mean, my cooking skills are pretty good. If you're too busy, I can help cook a few dishes."
Meng Qingyin smiled and said, "No, you will be my guest tomorrow too. You will be responsible for accompanying Sister Feng to eat and drink well."
Qingfeng pretended to be jealous: "It turns out that I am benefiting from Afeng's help."
Meng Qingyin chuckled twice: "No, no, you will always be my eldest disciple."
Qingfeng was puzzled: "What is the eldest disciple?"
Meng Qingyin didn't explain the joke to her, "It means that no one can replace your position in my heart."
Qingfeng's eyes suddenly widened, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes: "Master, you...you shouldn't have any ideas about me."
Meng Qingyin's face was filled with black lines: "I should be the one to persuade you to give up this presumptuous idea!"
Qing Feng heaved a sigh of relief, "I was so scared, luckily it wasn't what I thought."
Having said that, she still ran away.
Meng Qingyin curled the corners of her mouth, speechless.
A moment later, she went to the chat area and asked, "Are there any chefs who can take over the banquet? If there are any, please call me!"
As soon as this news came out, Meng Qingyin's private chat suddenly exploded with all kinds of self-recommendations.
Meng Qingyin took a quick look and saw Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Anhui cuisine, etc., almost all eight major cuisines, and there were even chefs who were good at cooking foreign dishes.
In addition to recommending themselves, the most common question they asked was the price. Some also asked whether they brought their own ingredients or she prepared them, whether they would trade the finished dishes to her or use some other transaction method.
There were even some players who asked her if she wanted pre-made dishes.
Meng Qingyin created a group, and then did a preliminary screening, adding some players who looked normal to the group.
Even after the initial screening, there were more than 30 people in the group.
Meng Meng: "@All members, I will provide the ingredients. The reward is 1 gold coin. You need to teleport to my side to cook. If you don't accept it, you can leave the group."
The ingredients must be provided by her for food safety reasons.
If someone with ill intentions poisoned the food given to her in exchange, she would offend Qin Feng.
As for everyone coming to her to cook, it was for the same reason.
She would only feel at ease if the entire process was carried out under her supervision.
Otherwise, if something goes wrong in any link, she will regret it.
Chef Li (Inheritor of Sichuan Cuisine): "@Meng Meng, are you going to provide the teleportation card or do we need to do it ourselves?"
Meng Meng: "I'll go out."
Thanks to the existence of the Magic Tower Shop, various props that were rarely seen before can be bought as long as you have money.
The price of the teleportation card was nothing to her, so she just paid for it.
Jiangnan: "But if we go to your place...is our safety guaranteed? You won't kill people to steal supplies, right?"
Qingzi: "Haha, you're being a bit overly worried. Would Mr. Meng Meng be interested in our little tricks?"
Meng Meng: "If you feel uneasy, you can leave the group. I won't force you."
Now that the servers have just been merged, it is natural for players to be suspicious and distrustful of each other.
Soon, many people left the group.
Meng Meng: "It's like this. I only need two chefs for each cuisine. Everyone can post the cuisine they are good at."
Soon, players posted what they were good at.
How to kill time: "@Meng Meng, do you want a Western chef?"
Meng Meng: "Okay, is there anyone else who is a Western food chef?"
Zhou Xuanran: "Me too."
Meng Meng: "Okay, then the Western meal is for you two."
Later, she hired chefs of other cuisines, including those who were good at Chinese cuisine, as well as Western cuisine and other foreign dishes.
Finally, 26 people were selected.
Meng Qingyin asked them to write a list, clearly stating the dishes to be made tomorrow, as well as the various ingredients and seasonings needed, and then began to prepare the ingredients.
She also specifically asked Qingfeng about Qin Feng's taste preferences, but all she got was a sentence "Afeng doesn't have any particular taste preferences", and the matter ended there.
It depends on which chef’s dish can conquer Qin Feng’s stomach tomorrow.
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"Brother Liang, I'm selected!" A skinny man said respectfully to Wang Xiaoliang.
Wang Xiaoliang narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, follow my instructions tomorrow."
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