Chapter 162 Meow meow meow
As promised, the first pot of seafood porridge was tasted by the servants of the Jian family villa.
Jian Yunlan served a bowl of porridge to everyone, and of course gave one bowl each to Taotie and Niutou. As for Hu Danggui... she had not come back today. No one knew what she had encountered in the nursery and she missed it regretfully.
The rich aroma of seafood porridge filled the entire Jian family villa.
After a while, the whole room was filled with exclamations of praise.
"Ahhhh, what a delicious bowl of seafood porridge. It's so delicious that my tongue almost falls off!"
"The porridge base is so dense and smooth, and every mouthful of it is infused with the fat and flavor of various seafood. It's so delicious..."
"I will die with no regrets if I can drink such delicious porridge QAQ"
"Master, Master, I miss you so much, Master. I want to work for you all my life--" The housekeeper rushed over and hugged Jian Yunlan's thighs, although they were ruthlessly separated by Taotie.
Jian Yun felt both amused and confused.
He also served himself a bowl of porridge, walked aside and drank it slowly. While drinking, he looked at the smiling faces in the villa. For some reason, he felt warm in his heart.
A muffled voice came from Taotie's ears:
"Human, are you happy?"
After a moment of silence, Jian Yunlan admitted: "I'm very happy."
It’s been a long time since I last felt the feeling of cooking delicious food with everyone in the lively atmosphere of the Jian family villa. I have to say, looking at everyone's happy faces, Jian Yunlan herself felt happy from the bottom of her heart.
Taotie didn't say anything.
After a long while, Taotie whispered, "I am very happy too."
Jian Yunlan was startled, and looked sideways -
Taotie still had that arrogant expression on his face, and his dark golden eyes looked at him, but there was a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly rose.
Taotie smiled.
You know what, she looks pretty when she smiles.
“…”
Nine o'clock in the evening.
With everyone's help, Jian Yunlan loaded two large buckets of porridge onto the tricycle, and Taotie, who had turned into a dog, also jumped onto the back seat of the tricycle.
"Master, you must be careful in the apocalyptic plane," the housekeeper and servants warned tearfully, "If there is any danger, teleport back immediately. Don't be stubborn, okay?"
Jian Yunlan nodded.
Everyone followed behind reluctantly, waking up with their noses constantly - unfortunately, because the porridge bucket was well insulated and sealed, no matter how hard they tried to breathe, they could not smell any trace of the porridge fragrance.
Jian Yunlan wanted to laugh again. Mainly because everyone’s expressions were so funny.
Jian Yunlan got on the tricycle, the engine started, and it gradually accelerated and drove forward, shouting out those words:
“Set up the stall!”
It has been a long time since I last felt the feeling of setting up a stall in the Jian family villa.
As the tricycle drove out of the gate, the surrounding scene changed rapidly.
The breeze and bright moon in the Jian family villa gradually faded away. The further they rode, the colder the air became. The sky also changed from the originally peaceful night sky to a deep crimson color. From time to time, faint roars could be heard, as if a disaster was about to happen.
It started snowing again.
There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and with the blood-red sky, the entire doomsday plane looked cold and full of dangers.
...Fortunately, the tricycle provided by the Kitchen God System unfolded its barrier, the small lanterns lit up, and after the translucent curtains were lowered, the tricycle was wrapped in an invisible warm small space.
Riding forward in such a small space, Jian Yunlan not only did not feel cold, but instead felt a kind of warm comfort, as if she was in a carriage.
Jian Yunlan began to daydream while riding.
Glancing at the two large porridge buckets, Jian Yunlan suddenly felt a little worried:
...If we cook so much porridge, will we not be able to sell it all?
After all, normally no one would come to the Death Desert, and today the sky had turned blood red for some reason, making it look even more dangerous, so certainly no one would be willing to come.
He set up the stall for several hours yesterday and only served three diners in total. Although each of them bought eight or nine bowls of porridge, there were only three people after all.
It will take at least dozens of people to sell these two big buckets of porridge today... It would be a waste if they can't be sold out.
But the porridge is already cooked, and there is no point in thinking about it now.
...At this time, Jian Yunlan didn't know what kind of horrible butterfly effect the brother and sister Wang Rong and Wang Tao, who they had entertained last night, had caused in the Oriental Base.
"Alas." Jian Yunlan shook his head, calmed down, and began to pray, "As long as there is a customer, it will be fine. As long as there is a customer, the porridge will not be cooked in vain...!"
Theoretically, Jian Yunlan can set up a stall anywhere.
Because he had made an appointment with the last customer from yesterday, he would set up his stall at the same place today. Jian Yunlan was afraid that the customer would be disappointed, so he specially marked the location where he had set up his stall last night.
Soon, he arrived at the destination where he set up his stall yesterday.
——In front of me is a white university, thick snow and a vast blood-red sky.
A cold wind blew.
Looking around, there was not a single person in sight.
Perhaps because she had anticipated it in advance, Jian Yunlan was a little disappointed but not too upset.
Jian Yunlan stopped the tricycle, lit a charcoal fire, opened the extended table, and began to prepare to set up the stall.
A light lit up on the snow.
The charcoal fire in the stove has been lit, and a warm breeze blows through the curtain, bringing with it the aroma of warm porridge and blowing out.
Jian Yunlan put on her down jacket, stood in front of the tricycle, and began to look around expectantly.
...Even the cloaked diner who vowed yesterday that he would come didn't show up.
Is it because the weather is too bad? Or is the other party tripped up by something?
Just as Jian Yunlan was immersed in his own thoughts, at this moment, the snow under his feet suddenly shook.
The big silver dog twitched its ears, rushed over and sniffed the ground, then barked twice in an unhappy tone: "Woof! Woof!"
Jian Yunlan: “???”
Jian Yunlan was surprised and quickly took two steps back.
The next second, something incredible happened before his eyes——
The snow where he had just stood gradually bulged upwards, as if some creature buried under the snow had suddenly woken up.
The bulge grew higher and larger, and then...
“Crash!”
A figure emerged from the snow.
It was a tall and thin figure wearing a cloak. Having just emerged from the snow, his head, shoulders, body...his entire body was covered with snow.
The man brushed off the snowflakes on his body and took off his cloak, revealing a clean and beautiful face underneath the cloak.
Snowflakes fell on the young man's eyelashes.
He curved his eyes at Jian Yunlan and smiled gently, his voice gentle but still a little aggrieved:
"Boss Jian, you're here! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Yesterday, Jian Yunlan said that he would come to set up the stall the next day, but he did not specify what time, so the meteorite that occupied Mu Dongsheng's body came more than ten hours ago, for fear of missing the opening of the porridge shop.
In the meantime, Mu Dongsheng and Yunwen fought for the use of the body several times. Fortunately, Mu Dongsheng won in the end.
There is no other reason.
——Last night, Yunwen, who had been crying all night because she couldn't have porridge, was exhausted and finally lost her guard, allowing Mu Dongsheng to regain control of her body at the last moment.
“…”
Jian Yunlan looked at Mu Dongsheng, then looked at the human-shaped snow cave under his feet.
How long have I been waiting for?!
.
To be honest, Mu Dongsheng really waited for a long time.
Push the time forward a little.
Last night, Yunwen, who was extremely disappointed and sad because he didn't get to drink the porridge, had a big tantrum in the Desert of Death. The entire sky and desert responded to the wrath of top-level pollutants, crimson dyed the sky red, and cracks appeared on the wasteland.
It was not until dawn that Yunwen, who had vented his anger, calmed down again and felt tired.
Yunwen pulled up his cloak and walked slowly towards the direction where the Jiandan Porridge Shop had set up its stall last night according to his memory.
——Wherever the meteorite kiss passed, a blood-stained road was formed.
It was blood with all sorts of low-level contaminants.
Mutated bats, human-faced spiders, ten-eyed vines... All these pollutants that had been entrenched in the Death Desert for many years hid themselves at the first opportunity. Some burrowed into the ground, and some hid deep in the clouds.
But even so, when the Meteoric Kiss passed by, it didn't even do anything, but they exploded instantly, without even a wail left, and turned into pieces of blood mist.
In fact, it is easy to understand if you think about it carefully.
As a top-level pollutant, Meteorite Kiss can almost rewrite the rules of the entire world. When His emotions were stable and calm, the entire Death Desert naturally became peaceful.
But when He fell into extreme despair and sorrow, the excessive emotional entropy alone affected the entire wasteland and became the scythe of the god of death wielding over the heads of all pollutants.
When Meteorkiss cried, the whole earth howled along with his tears.
In this way, Yunwen occupied Mu Dongsheng's body and walked slowly forward.
...In fact, just as dawn was breaking, just before Yunwen arrived at the location of the simple porridge shop, His footsteps suddenly stopped.
He looked around and saw the blood mist and the dirty sky and earth, as well as all kinds of polluted flesh and blood rotting all around him.
Yunwen frowned and murmured:
"It's so dirty... so dirty, so dirty, so dirty, so dirty, so dirty, it's an eyesore, so dirty, so dirty, so dirty..."
In my memory, that small porridge shop with a firelight should be clean and tidy, warm and soft, and have the most delicious hot porridge in the world.
Mr. Jian, the owner of the porridge shop, should also like cleanliness, right?
Pollutant Yunwen fell into a very human contemplation:
——It’s so dirty around here. What if Boss Jian doesn’t like it and decides not to set up the porridge stall?
Under the cloak, the densely packed lips of meteoric kisses grew larger in panic. On the other half of her beautiful face, her brows were deeply furrowed.
“…”
After thinking for a moment, Yunwen waved his hand gently.
Then, a long and heavy snow began to fall.
Before moving forward, Yunwen hesitated for a moment, then pulled up the brim of his cloak and lowered it a little to cover the half of his face that belonged to the pollutant.
"Ugly," Yunwen muttered, "dirty."
He pulled the brim of his hat down deeply, then hunched his back, curled up into a small ball, and sat down at the place where the porridge stall was set up yesterday.
…In the endless snow, Yunwen was waiting for Boss Jian to set up his stall.
While waiting, I fell asleep.
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