Meng Po effortlessly placed the pot down, and her nose instantly caught an enticing aroma. She couldn't help but follow the scent and discovered that it was coming from inside the house. "What treasures are you hiding in your house? It smells so good."
Qin Yunie was somewhat bewildered by her words and said in confusion, "You didn't hide anything."
Then it dawned on me that the aroma Meng Po spoke of was probably the smell of the food she had just cooked. "Oh right, it's probably the aroma of my freshly cooked food."
Upon hearing this, Meng Po's beautiful eyes lit up, and she floated directly into the house.
The aroma in the room grew even stronger. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the steaming food on the table. She took a deep breath and said with rapt attention, "This is the smell! It smells so good! I haven't smelled anything like this in so many years."
Meng Po turned to look at Qin Yune, blinked, and asked demurely, "May I eat it?"
Qin Yunie paused for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks."
Having received permission, Meng Po found a seat and prepared to begin her meal.
Her gaze inadvertently fell on an exquisitely crafted food box on the table. "Huh? Is this a magical artifact? Such artifacts are rare in the entire world. I didn't expect you to have one here. It just looks a bit familiar."
Qin Yunie was slightly taken aback when he heard her words. Just as he was about to explain, the bell outside the door rang, and the next second, the King of Hell's servant appeared in the room.
Sensing the ghostly aura, Meng Po frowned slightly, somewhat displeased, and thought to herself, "These little devils are getting more and more unruly. Don't they know their old lady is here?"
Although Meng Po is only on the surface a guardian of the Naihe Bridge, giving Meng Po soup to ghosts to be reincarnated so that they can forget their past lives and start anew.
However, Meng Po holds a very important position in the underworld. Although she looks young and beautiful, she has actually been in the underworld longer than Judge Cui and the others, making her a true senior.
She voluntarily stayed on the Bridge of Helplessness, refusing to be reincarnated.
Before entering the house, the servant saw the pot that Meng Po had placed in the courtyard and knew that Meng Po was there. He quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Meng Po."
Meng Po slightly raised her eyes, looked in the direction of the voice, propped her head up, and asked lazily, "Are you a servant of the King of Hell?"
The servant replied, "Yes, Meng Po."
Upon hearing this, Meng Po had a plan in mind and asked, "Oh? So this food box belongs to King Yama! No wonder it looked so familiar. Are you here to get food for your King Yama?"
"yes."
Meng Po glanced at Qin Yune, who was standing there with a bowl and chopsticks, and said cryptically, "Tsk tsk tsk, King Yama is eating really well."
She waved her hand, "Alright, take it. Don't keep the King of Hell waiting."
The servant quickly stepped forward, put away the food box, bowed, and left the room.
Meng Po sighed deliberately, "I thought you knew I was coming and specially prepared such a big meal for me. It turns out it wasn't made especially for me. I'm so sad."
Qin Yunie: "..."
She looked at Meng Po with a hint of helplessness, knowing that Meng Po was just teasing her. She placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, saying, "This was also made for you."
Meng Po picked up her chopsticks with satisfaction, took a piece of meat, put it in her mouth, and savored it carefully.
Her expression shifted from surprise to satisfaction, and finally to admiration.
"Hmm~ Not bad, not bad at all. I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. No wonder even the picky King Yama likes to eat here. I'm realizing now that Judge Cui was absolutely right this time. If you opened a restaurant in the underworld with these skills, the business would definitely be booming." Meng Po said as she put a few more pieces of food into her bowl.
Seeing that Meng Po liked it, Qin Yune couldn't help but smile and said softly, "If you like it, you can come often in the future."
Meng Po raised her head, looked at Qin Yune, and a smile flashed in her eyes. "You said it yourself, so I won't be polite. I'll come over for meals often from now on."
After saying that, Meng Po continued to enjoy the food in front of her.
"That's outrageous! Not a single ghost told me about this. If I had known earlier, I would have eaten them long ago," Meng Po complained.
After saying that, she seemed to remember something, and looked at Qin Yune with a complicated expression, "Could it be that the person they were talking about last time was you?"
With his mouth full of food, Qin Yunie asked in confusion, "What?"
Meng Po said with a heavy heart, "I overheard some ghost messengers complaining behind my back, saying that my cooking skills were terrible and that my Meng Po soup tasted awful, and that they wanted that restaurant owner to make it. I was so angry that I beat those ghost messengers up, and then I started the journey of improving Meng Po soup, but they still complained about me!"
At this point, Meng Po became furious and said angrily, "It was clearly because they complained that the Meng Po soup tasted bad that I improved it, but what did they do? They not only complained that the Meng Po soup tasted bad, but they also said that I poisoned them! Whenever I look for them, they run away faster than rabbits! They always have a mission or something to do, or some other excuse, and they even made up a story that their partner is about to give birth!"
Qin Yunie's lips twitched: "..."
Just how powerful is this Meng Po soup that it terrifies so many ghost messengers?
If Meng Po was initially skeptical, after tasting Qin Yune's cooking, she had extremely high expectations for Qin Yune's culinary skills.
With a serious expression, she said to Qin Yune, "Little girl, you absolutely have to help me improve the Meng Po soup! I want to impress them! Make them want a second bowl after just one! Make them unable to stop! But humph, no way!"
Qin Yunie felt immense pressure regarding the Meng Po soup that terrified all the ghost messengers: "I... will try my best."
Meng Po: "I have confidence in your cooking skills. If you can make even these dishes so delicious, then Meng Po soup will definitely be a piece of cake."
Qin Yunie hesitated: "Hmm..."
After the meal, Meng Po offered to wash the dishes so that she could think of ways to improve the Meng Po soup.
Qin Yune asked with some doubt, "Are you really sure you can do it?"
Meng Po replied confidently, "No."
"But I can use this."
After she finished speaking, she summoned a small lump of coal, but it was red, a bright red. From a distance, it looked somewhat like a rambutan, but it was even redder and more fuzzy. It had a pair of bright, sparkling eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of pattern between its eyebrows and eyes, but Qin Yune couldn't see it clearly. She just thought it looked very beautiful.
The little red ball of fluff bounced twice on the spot, "Gurgle~"
Qin Yu Nie was immediately captivated, bending down to look the little furball in the eye, her peach blossom eyes shining brightly. "So cute! It's so small, is it really okay? Won't it get dirty?"
Meng Po beckoned, "Little Red, give Sister Xiaoyu one."
Little Red?
This name was chosen quite casually.
However, after the little furball called Xiaohong bounced around a couple of times, it actually grew hands and feet?
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