NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 388 Who invented the recipe?
Yan Qing touched his pocket. He came out in a hurry and didn't bring his cell phone.
"I sensed something was going on in the underworld, so I left in a hurry. I didn't bring my cell phone, and I had no money."
Feng Jiu could only swing her legs now. She was really tired. If she didn't still have the perseverance she had practiced in the past, she would have sat down no matter what she said.
The King of Hell did not follow him. There were still many things to deal with in the underworld, and he also had hidden clues in the God Realm and wanted to give some instructions.
Finally, after walking for more than half an hour, he finally returned to Yan Qing's house.
Except for a study room, Yan Qing's room was the only one left. Feng Jiu hugged the quilt and made the floor in the living room.
"Hey, hey, you're sleeping there, it's affecting my TV show!"
Ze Zai doesn't need to sleep, so it's normal for him to stay up all night watching dramas, but this woman is a mortal now! Doesn’t it just affect her pursuit of dramas? !
Feng Jiu didn't argue with Ze Zai either.
"Shh, sir, you need to rest now. You can sleep on your own while I sleep on mine."
Ze Zai rolled his eyes.
"I didn't say today, I said in the future, okay, okay, you go to sleep, I will go in and accompany the master."
Ze Zai turned into a stream of light and entered Yan Qing's room.
At this time, Yan Qing was lying calmly on the white bed, with her hands on her lower abdomen, holding a hand gesture, and a green shield wrapped around her.
Seeing this, Ze Zai felt a little distressed. The master was just too kind. Even though she looked expressionless every day, she was actually very thoughtful.
In fact, the master was not like this at first. Ever since he sacrificed himself to the common people, the master has become taciturn and devoted himself to cultivation.
During the second war, Ze Zai swallowed the devil's head, not because he was greedy, but because he knew that his master was determined to die together.
Without thinking, Ze Zai rushed out and swallowed the devil in one gulp, ending up with his body exploding.
Fortunately, her soul was saved by the gods, otherwise, she would have disappeared into the world long ago.
The unicorn fluorescent Shanshan in front of Ze Zai's forehead, and the silver threads penetrated into Yan Qing's body.
Yan Qing's eyebrows moved slightly, but she did not open her eyes.
Ze Zai is usually naughty, but he takes good care of those little things at home. Now she uses her ancient Bai Ze ability to pray for her, and that will satisfy her wishes.
However, a quarter of an hour later, Ze Zai had no intention of stopping. Yan Qing had no choice but to open her eyes and interrupt her casting.
"That's enough. If you don't stop, you will disappear."
At this time, Ze Zai's soul was as pale as a feather. Yan Qing interrupted her spell-casting action, and she passed out. Yan Qing took Ze Zai back into the soul-nurturing bag and kept it well.
After this trip, she had to make more money to buy jade for Zezai. Before, Zezai no longer needed to eat, and all the money in her pocket was given to the master and Han Hong Fund.
I closed my eyes again and was speechless all night.
Feng Jiu opened her eyes and woke up early in the morning. As soon as she got up, she rushed to the kitchen lightly.
Yan Qing woke up with a sweet smell. After she fell asleep, her body would run the healing skills on its own, but the effect in this plane was minimal.
Fengjiu can't cook anything else, but only white porridge, but the porridge is really sweet and delicious.
Seeing Yan Qing walk out of the room, Feng Jiu quickly put out the bowls and chopsticks.
"Sir, I...I don't know how to do anything else, I only know this. Have a drink and see if you feel better?"
After saying that, I felt ashamed again. In order to save her, she had given up all her heart and blood, but she just wanted to make others feel better? Sir, you are not that brainless woman who cried over a bowl of white porridge...
Yan Qing nodded lightly and drank a bowl of white porridge in silence.
"The technique is good. Here is the recipe. You can follow it."
Yan Qing suddenly pulled out two books from the side of the dining table. Feng Jiu took them and took a look, "Hey guys, who invented these recipes? There is no specific cuisine. The main thing is chili peppers."
"Sir, there are so many peppers here. Will eating them be bad for your health?"
"No, eating spicy food in moderation warms the stomach and nourishes the body. It is also good for my four meridians and eight meridians."
Feng Jiu nodded doubtfully as Yan Qing explained.
"Okay...Okay, this is the money to buy groceries..."
"Sir, I will find a job in two days to earn living expenses!"
Yan Qing looked calm and stood up to go back to the room.
"No, you just cook at home and practice during the rest of the time."
"Come to me after you finish shopping."
Yan Qing returned to the room and continued to lie down and close her eyes.
After clearing away the dishes, Fengjiu flipped through the menu first to make sure what she wanted to buy, then went out to buy groceries. Before she left, she saw two hundred dollars suddenly appearing on the dining table.
Yan Qing's cell phone was still sitting quietly on the computer table in the study room, with unread messages ticking all over it.
At noon, Yan Qing woke up with a pungent smell and frowned slightly. This range hood was not working well.
With a wave of his hand, the odor in the room completely disappeared.
After going out, I saw three dishes on the table, vinegared cabbage, boiled pork slices, pan-fried tofu, one meat and two vegetables, not very spicy.
Feng Jiu was undoubtedly very talented in cooking, and Yan Qing couldn't help but eat a bowl of rice.
After Yan Qing finished eating, his fingers floated a little higher on Feng Jiu's forehead. A flash of white light flashed, and Feng Jiu's mind went into a trance.
"This is my training method. You start practicing according to this. You don't have to do anything else except cooking."
The house does not need to be cleaned, and the Juechen technique consumes very little spiritual energy.
Feng Jiu felt the large number of techniques that appeared in her mind and nodded.
"Okay Master."
At 6:30 in the afternoon, Yan Qing sat in front of the computer, picked up the phone, and saw many unread WeChat messages.
"Master, there was a fire three blocks away from you. More than ten people have died. If it's convenient, could you please save them?"
Last night at midnight, when she was in the underworld.
"Master, 25 people have died." At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Ze Zai was healing her injuries.
"Master, 39 people died and 9 were injured. It would be great if you were here."
This was the news from Xu Yuan's company group. Yan Qing pursed her lips slightly. She would not be sad because she failed to save these people. Life and death are determined by fate, and there is reincarnation.
But Yan Qing still sat quietly in the chair, wondering what he was thinking, until at seven o'clock in the evening, Yan Qing clicked on the start button on time.
[Master, why don’t you save them just three blocks away? 】
[Yes, there are only three streets. You should be able to sense it? You should also hear the sound of the fire truck, right? 】
[Really, at such a close distance, so many people died. They say that more capable people can do something. Why didn't you do it this time? 】
[No, what are you talking about? Do you have to save someone if you have the ability? 】
[No moral kidnapping! The master has his own plan! 】
Yan Qing shook his head lightly.