Love in Meng Po (Chapter 1)

I'm Meng Po, and I don't want to do it. I just told Yan what I think. He said with a dark face, "This place is a radish and a pit. What should I do if you don't do it? "

"What are you going to do, not I should consider! I don't want to do it, I just don't want to do it! " Others have been doing this for years and decades, and I have been doing this for thousands of years. Every day is to cook soup and feed rice. I really don't want to do it. I have no motivation. Looking at the Lord of the underworld in front of me, all my thoughts are faded!

"I can give you a long vacation." Yan pulled his face longer than the horse's face and made up his mind. That look is like how much the long vacation has given me.

I am not tired of staring at this face for thousands of years, but I don't want to look at it for another day.

"The length of the holiday doesn't matter, I just don't want to do it." Tauren said that my eyes are the most charming, but I have been lazy in the shadows for thousands of years. Am I really attractive? Then why does Yan always turn a blind eye?

"If you don't do this, you are a wandering soul, or are you going to be reborn to suffer from reincarnation?" Hate iron not to produce, and complain bitterly. In his mind, I should always be there, and the reason why I have always been there is that I have nowhere to go.

I raised Diane's eyebrows and pointed at it. "The Duke of Shutong Palace asked me to help with some court affairs." I felt a little sorry to see him a little yellow and black. Personnel scheduling in this hell needed his approval 1000 years ago, but after 1000 years, especially after I worked for 1230 years, I can ask for a transfer. If you want to hire me for other positions, you just need to win my consent.

Even so, seeing his aloof back, my heart is sour. Just be sour. Bear with it. Better than seeing him every day.

"Ah, there is a plan? ! I have found my next home. what can I say? ! "It pains me to see his stiff body and stiff neck.

"Black impermanence, since people have already found another job, let her go!"

The black impermanence that has been standing on one side to reduce the sense of existence is in a dilemma. "Meng Po, Yan said just now, you can't really go like this. You know, you didn't get the job. I thought you were ill for a few days, and the soup on the horse's face was the same prescription, although the dead forgot their previous lives. " Black impermanence recalls that time. At first, hell was full of Yin Qi and heavy moisture. Although the rancid smell and fishy smell of Forgotten River are unpleasant, they are still fresh after being neutralized by the turbid Yuan in the river. Boy, this group of dead people pulled out those foul air and bad luck, which was called a sour taste, and it took a whole year to finish. That smell ... "Black impermanence sticks out his tongue, which can't grow any longer, and he feels sick when he talks.

"I will teach the horse face before I leave, don't worry!" My voice dropped, and when I saw that Yan didn't mean to turn around, I stopped staying and turned away.

When passing by Naihe Bridge, I seem to see myself thousands of years ago.

"Miss Meng, in the future, you will cook soup for the dead here. All the dead who go into the underworld must drink a bowl of soup and forget the past before they can be reborn. "

"That is to say, they must have soup before they can be allowed to cross the bridge. The prince has a recipe for how to cook this soup. " Black and white impermanence pointed to the booth by the bridge, and the instruction was broken.

I followed timidly, but I didn't remember who I was, where I came from, and why I took over such a hellish position! So that someone later asked me, "Meng Po, where are you from?" I always say, "I'm here, born and raised."

When I first met the Prince of Yan, he and the judge had a fierce argument over the book of life and death. It should be said that he scolded the judge fiercely, and it is normal to stand in front of him.

As soon as Niutou saw me, he greeted me and asked me in a silly voice, "Are you the new Miss Meng? ! "

"Wow, Miss Meng is really beautiful. This place finally has a girl ..." Ma's face is also very friendly.

I just haven't seen the world, and I have been stunned for a long time when I saw such a cow's head and horse's face. They are weirder than black and white impermanence.

"Bullshit, horse face, open your horse eyes and see, I am not a girl?" A charming drink interrupted my fear. Looking back, I almost fainted. The contrast is too big. Voice is a delicate woman. As you can see, it's also a woman, just with copper teeth, cheekbones like gray iron, and a pair of black and red eyes wrapped in white fog.

"Are you a girl?" Ma asked her seriously, only to see that her eyes were red as if they were about to gush out, and she was shivering a little. She compromised and said, "Well, you are indeed a girl!" "

The witch suppressed the blazing fire. "I don't argue with you. I'm listening to new people today, so let's meet them. " Then he flew in front of me, his dry fingers teasing my chin and studying up and down. "Little girl, my name is hag. What's your name? "

"Me? They all call me Miss Meng, and I don't know my name. "

"Well, if you forget to be a good person, you have to tell a story about a celebrity. Once in the sewer, the past and the past will rest in peace. " Hag touches my hair in a different way, just like my sister touches my sister. "Little sister, if anyone dares to bully you, just tell me ... my sister will support you."

I nodded calmly, feeling a little strange.

"Hell so few people, love it? Who can bully her? " The bull's head stared at the big eyes and returned to the hag.

"Shut up!" Yan made a noise, and the temple was unusually quiet. It seems that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard. Some of them seem to be afraid of him, but I don't feel anything. I looked at him straight, dressed in black gold thread, with a dark face, thick eyebrows and thick lips, and a nose like a peak. He sat behind the desk, and the judge on the side sat at the desk like a little scholar.

"Are you the new Miss Meng?" Black eyes like a whirlpool, I just nodded, not afraid, just want to keep looking at him.

"This is the formula of forgetful Sichuan soup. Go down and practice more and go to work tomorrow. " After seeing me, there was no response. He waved testily and said, "Go down!"

And the judge who kept silent, his eyes were full of worry when he saw me. Yes, I'm worried. I just don't know if it's because of me or anything.

I am like an emotionless puppet, holding the recipe and answering with a straight face, and then going back to my arranged residence to study Forget Sichuan Decoction.

The main material of Forgotten Sichuan Soup is Forgotten Sichuan River, plus some worry-free flowers, ghost bones and ghost bones in the backyard of the underworld, all of which are more than 100 years old. These are common things in the underworld, and the cooking time must be controlled well, because the turbidity of the Forgotten River is too heavy, which requires not only worry-free flowers, but also ghost bone neutralization, as well as devil's fire refining. Only when the turbid gas is boiled away by the hot air will the soup be emitted.

I only cooked two pots, and I basically got the gist. I am also a little surprised at this, because my natural sensitivity to heat and ingredients always gives me a strong sense of familiarity, but I can't grasp the basics.

Next, I stayed at the booth every day, cooking soup for the dead. I integrated a set of actions such as running water, dark fire, glass pot and copper spoon into me. Because of its graceful movements, ghosts always deliberately stay for a while and watch for a thousand years.