Meng Po followed Qian Guang out of the hut.
"It's you who can make soup?" She raised her head and looked at Wuqi, who was a head taller than her.
"You look pretty good. I'm in need of a helper. Why don't you follow me?"
Meng Po looked at Wuqi with lustful eyes.
Qian Guang helplessly held his forehead with his hand, stretched out a hand and pulled Meng Po's apron.
"What are you doing!" Meng Po slapped his hand away.
"I'm so tired of making soup every day. As the King of Hell, can't you be considerate of me?"
Qianguang rolled his eyes fiercely.
Don't think I don't know why you've been here so long.
Anyone who has passed by here, as long as they are good-looking, has been teased by Meng Po.
Wuqi dodged Meng Po's hand and stood behind Jiang Yuanxi with a cold face.
Qianguang pulled Mengpo over.
"Don't embarrass yourself! It's not him!"
Meng Po came back to her senses: "What, who is that?"
She turned around and saw there was another one.
"This one looks pretty good, though."
"It's not him either!"
Meng Po glanced at him and said, "Don't tell me that person is you?" She looked at Qian Guang with suspicion and disdain.
"It's me."
Jiang Yuanxi sighed softly and spoke.
Meng Po lowered her head and saw a small carrot head that was less than half a person's height.
"You," a strange look flashed across her beautiful face.
"Just her?!!!"
Meng Po raised her voice and said, "Is this a girl who is sent to make fire?"
Qianguang gave her a wink, meaning that she should be more low-key.
But Meng Po didn't notice it at all.
She thought Qianguang had invited a god to her, but it turned out to be just a fire-making girl.
There was something wrong with Mengpo's soup these days, and Mengpo was already very angry. Today, Qianguang came and caused such a scene, which made Mengpo even more furious.
"Qianguang, you're using a child to amuse me?"
Qian Guang: "...No, she is really a distinguished guest."
Meng Po sneered and said, "Well, today we will compete in making soup. If she makes it better than me, I will let her handle this matter."
Qianguang was about to persuade her.
"Okay, I promise."
Qian Guang looked at the two of them.
Well, I can’t afford to offend anyone.
An hour later, two bowls of soup were placed on the table.
One bowl was fresh and fragrant, the other bowl was as black as ink, emitting an unknown smell.
Wushang retreated, pinching his nose and taking a step back.
"Princess, you." Jiang Yuanxi glanced at her.
"It's pretty unique, haha."
Seeing this, Meng Po raised her head proudly.
"Girl, admit defeat," she leaned on the table casually, "I, Meng Po, have been making soup in Huangquan for so many years, and no one has ever said that my soup is not delicious."
She glanced at the bowl of black stuff in front of Jiang Yuanxi and pinched her nose in disgust.
Jiang Yuanxi sat on the stool obediently.
"You'll know after you ask someone to try it."
The two men's eyes fell on the three people in front of them.
Wushang: "Well, I am practicing and not eating."
"I, I have something to do outside, so I'll be out for a while." Qianguang left in a hurry.
Finally, the two of them looked at Wuqi.
"Come on!" Meng Po swung the spoon, "If you dare to run, I'll break your legs!"
Wuqi sat down, picked up one of the bowls and began to taste it.
After a moment.
"This bowl is delicious."
He pointed at the bowl of black stuff in front of Jiang Yuanxi.
The two people peeking at the door silently gave Wuqi a thumbs up.
Meng Po: "How is that possible!"
"Come here, both of you!"
She stared at the two people who were peeking.
In the end, Wushang and Qianguang could not escape the poison of the black soup.
This is not a good soup at all, it is clearly a poisonous soup that can kill people.
Wushang's admiration for the God increased even more.
How on earth did the God Lord drink this stuff with such an expressionless face just now?
Before the two of them could open their mouths to taste the food, two people suddenly rushed in from outside the door.
“I can’t stand it anymore!”
"Give me a bowl of Mengpo soup!"
"Give me a bowl!"
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, picked up the soup and drank it.
The four of them had no time to stop it.
After drinking the soup cooked by Meng Po, the people immediately sat on the ground and cried bitterly.
"Yue Niang doesn't love me, she doesn't love me, yet I have been chasing her for three lifetimes, three lifetimes!"
The smile on Meng Po's face froze.
Apparently, her new and improved soup still had no effect.
Qian Guang looked at her.
"Don't blame yourself. This is not your fault."
In the past, Meng Po soup could indeed make people forget everything.
Seeing so many people suffering, Qianguang knew that Meng Po was under a lot of pressure.
"Hey, where am I?" Another person stood there looking around.
Meng Po looked up.
"You, don't remember anything?"
The man turned and looked at Meng Po.
"What a beautiful girl, is there anything I should remember?"
Seeing this, the other person rushed over and drank the remaining soup.
Then I remembered nothing.
Everyone turned and stared at Jiang Yuanxi.
But she was seen holding the soup cooked by Meng Po and drinking it with relish.
"Little kid, how did you make this soup?" Meng Po asked Jiang Yuanxi softly, completely losing her previous arrogance.
Jiang Yuanxi swallowed a mouthful of the fresh soup.
"That's how you make it." She gestured casually.
How could she know, the same thing, why Meng Po's brew is so delicious, hers...
It’s hard to put it into words.
Meng Po knelt down in front of Jiang Yuanxi with a plop.
"Please, teach me this method."
Jiang Yuanxi took a step back, obviously not expecting her to do this.
In front of several people, Jiang Yuanxi repeated her method of making soup.
Half an hour later, Meng Po stood by the Naihe Bridge holding a bowl of soup.
The gentle beauty just now instantly turned into a shrew at the village entrance.
"Come on, come on, put the soup in!"
None of the ghosts raised their heads.
"What's the use? Drinking will only make us more miserable."
They drank a lot these days, but it didn't help at all.
Instead, it reminds them of their previous days as dogs.
There were so many ghosts standing by the Naihe Bridge, but no one was willing to drink.
Meng Po looked at the soup in front of her with disappointment.
At this time, the two people who had just rushed in walked out.
"Where am I?"
"Ah! Ghost!"
The two hugged each other and screamed.
Seeing this, the other ghosts all came over.
"Brother Qiu, don't you recognize me?"
"Brother Qiu? Who is that?"
I don't even remember it.
The ghosts who reacted rushed to the Naihe Bridge.
"I want to drink, give it to me, give it to me!"
Meng Po knocked hard on the large bowl of soup with a spoon.
"Everyone, get in line!"
Looking at the people who finished drinking and then became confused, Jiang Yuanxi himself was stunned.
Her black soup actually works!
But only she knew that it was a pot of soup with burnt medicinal herbs.
Meng Po and these people couldn't see it? ! ! !
Soon, there were many confused people holding their soup bowls and retching beside the Naihe Bridge.
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