Chapter 380 Mengpo Soup is Successfully Made, Merit Completed
The air here is fresh, after all, Meng Fuling has lived here for more than three hundred years.
In a good mood, she walked towards home. She hadn't been back for several months.
The last time she hurried back was for work, and now she was walking with big strides.
"Oh, Sister Meng is back?" Several ghost messengers at the city gate greeted her when they saw her.
"You came back this time to complete your work assignment, right? This time it was finally completed on time."
"Yes, we are all following your live broadcast now. We just saw it."
Meng Fuling nodded: "Yes, I came back after completing the mission."
There were still a few hours before the deadline of midnight, so she returned to her house first.
Building 11, the single apartment for civil servants in the underworld, is the new house she bought with a loan 88 years ago.
Her apartment, she is finally back!
She would never have felt this way before. After being away from the human world for a few months, she actually felt excited as if she had found something she had lost.
Unit 1, Room 703, after pressing the combination lock, the door finally opened.
The white loft studio apartment has a living room, kitchen and bathroom on the first floor.
The second floor is where she and I live. The rooms on the upper floors are made of transparent glass and have good lighting.
"Ah!" She collapsed directly on the sofa. There was no place like home, no place better than her own.
I was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower, but I found that the apartment had no electricity or water because I hadn't been back for three months.
When she opened the refrigerator, she found that the frozen food she had put in there had gone bad and was emitting a foul odor.
She quickly paid the bill online, and she would clean up the house once the water and electricity were connected.
Finally, at night, I curled up on the sofa, watched TV series and ate instant noodles.
"What kind of channels are these?" She frowned and switched channels. "Underworld TV is really lame."
"Talking about the laws and customs of the underworld every day is really meaningless."
"The ancient costume dramas I watched with Jinyu are still better!" As she said this, she felt that the instant noodles were no longer fragrant.
My house is obviously not big, but it feels particularly empty.
She touched her bag and realized that she didn't bring her cell phone with her.
Could it be that it was lost when I just returned to the underworld? Meng Fuling found the previous spare phone from the drawer.
The Apple computer she had paid a deposit for was no longer available, so she was thinking of buying another one to try.
I opened my phone and logged into my work account in the underworld, and was instantly bombarded with various text messages.
The first thing that came to mind was the boss's urging: Report to me before 12 o'clock tonight, otherwise...
I didn’t dare to watch the rest of the video, after all, it was obvious to everyone that his boss had a bad temper.
After glancing at the time, she quickly wiped away her eight tears, changed into her work clothes, and prepared to report for work.
The schedules in the underworld are different from those in the human world, and are basically the opposite.
So this is the time when department heads at all levels come to report on their work, and they all have to come at this time every month.
When Meng Fuling arrived, she saw a long queue in the corridor that stretched as far as the eye could see.
"Hey, you're back?" The person standing in line in front is the Buddha in charge of the Eighteen Palaces.
He was wearing a black haute couture suit and looked like a cool-looking boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
The short silver-white hair makes him look like a rebellious teenager, and this is his true appearance.
Futu seems to be an unkind person, and he is indeed cold and aloof and not easy to mess with.
"Yes, Eighteenth Palace!" Meng Fuling nodded: "How is the boss feeling today?"
Fu Tu pursed his lips after listening to this: "Guess!"
Well, it does not look good, otherwise he, who usually doesn't attend meetings, would come.
The door to the conference room swung open, and the two elder brothers, Bai and Hei, stood respectfully at the door. "Please come in, everyone."
More than 20 department heads showed that they had prepared themselves mentally, and then entered the meeting room with trepidation.
In the multi-functional conference room, a woman was sitting on the boss chair in the middle.
She had delicate short hair, gold-framed glasses, and was wearing a light-colored women's suit with her legs crossed.
He held his chin with one hand and looked at the people who came in, with a powerful aura of a superior.
Her red lips pursed slightly as her eyes scanned the people who were taking their seats.
Just one look from him frightened the twenty or so people present so much that they dared not say a word.
Meng Fuling quickly found the most inconspicuous seat and sat down. Usually she would avoid such meetings if possible.
After all, this boss can destroy a conference room if he gets angry!
Poruo, the greatest ruler of the underworld.
No one knows who she is, only that she has been there since the establishment of the underworld.
To Meng Fuling, who is only over 300 years old, she must be at least ten times older than her.
Director Sun, who was sitting next to him, saw Meng Fuling and asked, "Xiao Meng, you're back?"
"Hmm!" Meng Fuling lowered her voice: "What's going on with the boss today?"
"Something happened yesterday!" Director Sun muttered. "The prison system that holds the prisoners malfunctioned."
"More than twenty ghost officials died at once, and three SSS-level evil ghosts escaped!"
"The technical department is doomed today. Look, Lao Wang and the others are almost pissing themselves!"
Meng Fuling looked at the director of the technical department opposite, and sure enough, he was wiping his sweat non-stop.
It had the worst luck, as it encountered the boss who was angry as soon as it came back.
As a small working social animal, he doesn't want to be implicated by this incident.
"Hmm?" The person's eyes suddenly fell to the corner, and she raised her finger and pointed over: "You?"
Everyone's eyes turned to her, and Meng Fuling raised her head belatedly.
Noticing her boss pointing at her, she quickly stood up from her chair.
She looked at him coldly, "Just do what you need to do. Don't you know what your mission is?"
Meng Fuling quickly turned around and left. After all, she still had to make Meng Po soup.
"Yes!" She hurriedly left the meeting room, not knowing whether this could be considered as escaping a disaster.
After coming out, it felt relieved, but its other colleagues might be in trouble.
"Crash!" As I walked into the corridor, I saw the door to the conference room was broken.
A ball of fire came out from inside, and the scene was terrifying just by looking at it.
Her boss's temper is getting worse and worse, the conference room is broken down, and the engineering department is going to be in trouble too.
Meng Fuling left the conference room and went straight to the laboratory.
After putting on the lab suit and disinfecting the body, he entered the laboratory.
The laboratory here has not been upgraded for decades and is filled with antiques and bottles and jars.
But there is no way, because the tools used by previous Meng Po to make Meng Po soup are all here.
She had stayed here for more than half a year without making any soup. During that time, she wished she could live here every day.
A large pot and a large iron ladle are the tools for making soup? Can you believe it? It's actually such an ancient instrument.
Meng Fuling pinched her fingers and lit the firewood under the iron pot. In order to make Meng Po soup, she had to use the Nine Nether True Fire.
This is a necessary skill for every Mengpo. After all, this is why she was chosen as Mengpo.
The fire was glowing blue, and Meng Fuling opened the bottle and put her tears into the pot one by one.
"One drop of fresh tears, two cents of old tears, three parts of bitter tears, four cups of regretful tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, and seven feet of parting tears."
Seven tears were put in, and the eighth one was Meng Po's sad tear.
She took out Sanqi's sad tears and dropped them into the pot. In an instant, the soup in the pot changed color.
It changed from white to colorful, and the colors floated back and forth in the soup.
Looking at the colorful soup, Meng Fuling smiled excitedly: "Great, Mengpo Soup is ready."
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