Chapter 381 It’s over! Mengpo’s soup is stinky, she’s in trouble!
Qin Muchen's special plane had just landed from abroad. She returned to Beijing with a pink brocade box in her hand.
At this jewelry auction in Paris, she bought a beautiful pink diamond necklace.
I don’t know if Meng Fuling will like this gift. I will give it to her when I see her later.
Just as I was thinking about how to give the gift, my assistant came running over.
"Third Master!" He looked a little ugly and hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong?" He asked calmly after getting into the car, only to find that he was hesitating.
"Yes, it's Miss Meng!" The assistant took a deep breath: "She's back to the underworld!"
Going to the underworld? Qin Muchen's heart skipped a beat when he heard these words.
The hand holding the brocade box tightened instantly: "What do you mean? What do you mean by going back to the underworld?"
The assistant took out his phone and clicked on the last live broadcast screenshot: "Would you like to take a look for yourself?"
Meng Fuling in the live broadcast room called him, but no one answered, so she used a formation to leave the human world.
She actually collected all eight tears, so she returned to the underworld within the specified time.
Qin Muchen immediately opened his phone and saw three missed calls.
But he was on the plane coming back at that time, and missed the last sight of her at that time.
"Turn around and go to her house!"
The car turned and drove towards Meng Fuling's house. From a distance, I could see that there were no lights on in the house.
Qin Muchen's heart sank again. He got out of the car and looked at the closed door.
I was still thinking that maybe she had come back, but who knew that my last hope was shattered.
He stood at the door for a long time. The Third Master was in a very low mood and his assistant didn't dare to come forward.
He really left without saying a word, and Qin Muchen seemed as if his soul had been taken away.
When he turned around, his foot kicked something.
I picked it up and took a look. It turned out to be Meng Fuling's cell phone.
He even threw his cell phone on the ground, which showed that he really intended to never come back in this life.
"Third Master!" the assistant whispered comfortingly, "Miss Meng has completed her mission and returned. She might be back in a few days."
"How could she possibly bear to leave you? She didn't say goodbye to you, maybe because she was only going back for a few days."
Qin Muchen put away his phone, a smile on his face: "Yeah, maybe he'll be back in a few days!"
After getting in the car, she suddenly covered her chest with her hands, and a sharp pain made her face pale.
This feeling is not your own, but comes from another soul in your body.
Could it be Yinglong? Perhaps he felt the same way as himself that his lover had left.
Nüba is in Meng Fuling's body, and he feels the same reluctance to let her go as he does.
Meng Fuling was in a good mood after making Meng Po soup, and sent the soup directly to the reincarnation office.
In a good mood, she was explaining to the staff of the reincarnation office: "After these soups are made, they can be put into batches at any time."
"In order to meet the diverse taste demands of the market, I added two more flavors."
"One is matcha flavored and the other is pineapple flavored, which definitely suits the tastes of people of all ages."
Looking at the small bottle in front of them, several people said: "Wow, Sister Fuling is really amazing. Her trip to the human world was not in vain."
"That's right, it's been modified into a yogurt shape. It looks much prettier than the previous medicine bottle."
"Life is hard enough, so stop taking medicine and drink more yogurt!"
After Meng Fuling finished her instructions, she went back to rest happily.
She asked for three days of annual leave and planned to go shopping at the Ferryman Supermarket during these three days.
The refrigerator in her house is empty, and she has to live a good life even if she is alone.
After buying a lot of ingredients, Meng Fuling returned to her residence with bags and started preparing dinner.
I haven’t eaten hot pot for a long time, so I specially prepared a small self-heating hot pot for one person.
I was eating hot pot while watching TV series, but as I ate, I felt that the food didn’t taste very good.
The food is clearly the same as in the human world, but I am not as happy as when I eat it with Jinyu.
Putting down her chopsticks, she flipped through the channels aimlessly, feeling completely bored.
I habitually picked up my phone and planned to open the live broadcast app, but found that this software was not on my phone.
Now that she couldn’t broadcast live in the underworld, Meng Fuling simply lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
She had a very boring time these past two days. Although it was her vacation, all she did was sleep and eat.
She felt uncomfortable with being so idle all of a sudden. After finally washing up, she planned to go for a walk and catch up with her colleagues.
"Ding-ling-ling!" The phone suddenly rang.
When she saw the caller, she became nervous. It was her boss calling.
She quickly answered the phone: "Hello, boss!"
"Meng Fuling!" The voice on the other end of the phone was cold: "Go to the Reincarnation Office immediately!"
"What?" Before she could even ask clearly, the call was hung up.
It's over! As long as the boss opens his mouth, the fewer words he uses, the bigger the problem becomes.
She just counted and there were only ten words in total. It was likely that something big had happened.
Meng Fuling felt a little uneasy, so she quickly put on her clothes and went to the Reincarnation Office.
At this time, several employees in the Rebirth Office had gloomy expressions, and a large pile of yogurt was placed on the table in front of them.
"What's wrong?" She saw that the atmosphere was not right.
A staff member picked up the yogurt and said, "Sister Fuling, there's something wrong with your Mengpo soup."
"What?" Why was there something wrong with the Meng Po soup she had just made?
"Try it yourself!" They directly stuffed a bottle into her hands and tried to avoid it.
Meng Fuling took the Meng Po soup in confusion, inserted the straw, took a sip, and immediately frowned.
"Why does it stink?" She was almost suffocated by the smell.
"Are you sure this is the Mengpo soup I made?" She looked at everyone with a puzzled expression.
They all nodded in unison: "Yes, it's the pot of soup you sent over."
Meng Fuling picked up several more bottles and took a few sips. The taste was just as stinky.
"The technical department delivered the new product this morning, so we thought of organizing a tasting event."
"This morning, we selected 100 ghosts to try the flavor. Not only was it smelly, but it also had no effect."
"Look, all the ghosts who drank the wine and couldn't forget their past are here. If you don't believe me, why not ask them yourself?"
Meng Fuling turned her head and found a group of ghosts standing in the office, all of them covering their noses.
"Brother Ghost Messenger, please don't give us this stinky yogurt. I'd rather take medicine!"
"Yeah, this smell is even worse than my great-grandmother's stinky feet. I'd rather die than suffer this."
"Hey, isn't this the master of metaphysics Meng Fuling? What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you in the underworld."
Meng Fuling was already devastated to see fans at this time: "This shouldn't be the case!"
She clearly made this Mengpo soup according to the standard requirements, so why is it smelly and ineffective?
At that time, she also saw the colorful colors and fragrance with her own eyes, which proved that the Mengpo soup was successful.
To find out what went wrong, she hurried to the technology laboratory.
"Oh, Sister Meng, you're here!" The staff wearing gas masks saw her.
"Your Mengpo soup suddenly became smelly, just like a poison gas bomb. Go check it out yourself."
As they spoke, a group of people ran outside, not forgetting to give her a gas mask.
"Be careful, this thing is a biological weapon, pour it out quickly!"
Meng Fuling put on a gas mask and went to check. Black smoke was coming out of the big iron pot.
The smell was almost filling the entire underworld. She was confused: "What's going on? Why is my soup smelling bad?"
It's over! She was going to be the first Meng Po in the underworld who couldn't make Meng Po soup.
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