Conquer a Mountain And Become The Great King

Chapter 11: Is this really just white rice porridge?

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"Boy, what is this? A bed?" At this time, Mr. Zhao was already lying on the sofa and closed his eyes comfortably.

"This is the sofa, for resting."

"You really know how to enjoy it. I have never slept on something so comfortable in my whole life." Mr. Zhao no longer wanted to get up and said while lying down.

"Ah! Brother Su, is this me?"

"Well, it's you, that's a mirror."

Mu Xiaoxiao would look at everything she saw curiously for a long time. At this time, she had already wandered to the bathroom. There was a mirror nailed to the wall facing the door. She saw herself in the mirror at a glance.

Many supplies in the other world are only at the level of ancient times. They don't want to enjoy them, so the mirrors are all bronze mirrors, the beds are all wooden beds, and many things are not made fine enough.

"Wow, that's amazing!" It's a girl's nature to love beauty. Mu Xiaoxiao was already focused on it and looked at herself carefully in front of the mirror.

Su Yu saw one of them lying down and the other looking in the mirror. He smiled slightly and walked to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

They say they are preparing dinner, but in fact there is only one thing - rice porridge.

Turn on the stove, pour the water and rice into the pot, and just wait.

"Boy, is this all you plan to prepare for dinner?" Mr. Zhao opened his eyes slightly and couldn't help but ask as he saw that Su Yu only scooped up a few handfuls of rice and poured it into the pot without any other action.

This is too cold. Do you know how to respect the elderly

"Mr. Zhao, I only have this rice here. If you want to have dinner, a bowl of porridge requires a medium-grade spiritual stone."

"What?" Mr. Zhao jumped up from the sofa, thinking that he heard wrongly, and asked in disbelief.

I think that he is a great alchemist. No matter where he goes, anyone who wants to treat him to dinner can go around Dongzhou. Now this guy actually charges for a bowl of porridge. The most important thing is that he actually wants a middle-grade meal. Spiritual stone!

Of course, mid-grade spiritual stones were nothing to him, but it was frustrating. The most expensive bowl of rice porridge only had three low-grade spiritual stones. Well, to think that he, a great alchemist, would be slaughtered by a junior.

"One bowl of porridge and one medium-grade spiritual stone." Su Yu still said.

"Ha! Don't worry, kid, I don't care if I don't want to eat your porridge!" Mr. Zhao sneered. If he hadn't still been thinking about his apprentice, he would have just walked away!

"Brother Su, wouldn't a bowl of porridge and a medium-grade spiritual stone be too expensive?" Mu Xiaoxiao said in a low voice. She thought Mr. Zhao was a good person and didn't want the relationship to get too tense.

"It's okay, my porridge is different." Su Yu said confidently.

In fact, he didn't want to charge unless he had to, but now he is extremely short of funds. After the elixir master examination, he only has 599 gold coins left. Now that Mu Xiaoxiao is here, he will definitely need an extra bed, that is Another five hundred gold coins were spent, leaving only ninety-nine gold coins (ninety-nine low-grade spiritual stones).

Mr. Zhao is an alchemy sage and has a lot of money, so Su Yuzai feels at ease with him.

"It's different? I want to see what's different!" Mr. Zhao snorted. Although Su Yu and Mu Xiaoxiao deliberately suppressed their voices, with Mr. Zhao's martial arts skills, they could naturally hear it clearly.

As the white smoke floated from the pot, the whole house began to be filled with the fragrance of rice porridge. The smoke was different from ordinary smoke. It did not dissipate directly when it floated into the air. Instead, it naughtyly appeared in front of Mr. Zhao. Rolling around, the aroma alone made Mr. Zhao's taste buds explode, and his tongue danced in his mouth unconsciously.

"Mr. Zhao, do you really not want to eat?" Su Yu asked deliberately.

"Hmph" was met with a cold snort from Mr. Zhao. He didn't dare to open his mouth to speak now, for fear that saliva would flow out. With his cultivation level, food was no longer a necessity, but at this moment he felt a long-lost hunger. .

"Wow, it smells so good..." Mu Xiaoxiao shouted, inhaling the aroma of the porridge.

"Xiaoxiao, try it." Su Yu filled a bowl for Mu Xiaoxiao.

The white porcelain plate is engraved with exquisite flower carvings, and is filled with thick porridge juice. There are pearl-like round rice grains floating in the porridge juice. These rice grains match the porridge juice and reflect the sparkling light.

"Glowing white rice porridge..." Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the rice porridge in her hand in amazement and couldn't bear to swallow it.

Mr. Zhao swallowed furiously on the side, but in order to maintain his dignity, he endured it with great perseverance, but kept glancing at Su Yu.

But when he saw Su Yu walking towards him with a bowl of porridge, he immediately raised his head proudly, feeling proud in his heart. This boy finally knew how powerful his reputation was and was ready to taste it for himself. I must refuse righteously first. , and then reluctantly tasted it.

Finally, Su Yu brought the porridge to Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao finally couldn't hold it back. He narrowed his eyes and coughed lightly, "Since you invite me to taste it sincerely, I will reluctantly take a bite."

But the next moment, Mr. Zhao's outstretched hand froze, because Su Yu's footsteps did not stop in front of him, but ignored him and walked straight to Maomao who was lying in his nest.

"woo woo woo woo… "

Maomao excitedly circled around Su Yu's feet, raised his forelimbs, and kept beating towards Su Yu.

"Don't worry, I won't miss you."

Then, under Zhao Laoyuan's glare, he placed the bowl of porridge with rich aroma in front of Maomao.

Seeing Maomao happily eating, Su Yu touched its soft hair and chuckled.

Mr. Zhao was struck by lightning and insulted! This is a naked insult!

He was a dignified alchemy sage. His beard stood on end with anger, his face turned blue and white, his whole body trembled, his finger pointed at Su Yu, and his lips trembled and he could not speak.

"Eh? Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Su Yu looked at Mr. Zhao pretending to be confused.

"snort"

Mr. Zhao snorted coldly again, waved his hand, closed his eyes and raised his head, his momentum could not be lost!

"Wow, it's delicious! This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten, bar none!" Mu Xiaoxiao made an extremely exaggerated voice, followed by the sound of continuously immersing himself in drinking porridge.

Is it such an exaggeration? It’s fake! You must be trying to seduce me!

Mr. Zhao swallowed hard and turned his head, only to see Maomao facing him, also frantically drinking porridge. Then he seemed to feel something. He raised his head and glanced at Mr. Zhao. He immediately felt a threat and hugged him with his paws. Holding the bowl, he bared his teeth at him, shook his body, turned his head, buttocks facing Mr. Zhao, and continued to drink porridge.

What does this mean, are you afraid that I will steal your porridge? Would I want anything from a dog? My uncle can't bear it, but my aunt can't!

I was actually despised by a dog! Mr. Zhao only felt an unknown fire burning fiercely in his chest. This breath must come out! I want to taste what this porridge tastes like. Even if it is really delicious, I will definitely criticize it as useless!

"Give me a bowl!" Mr. Zhao pretended to be disdainful and said, his voice becoming hoarse due to suppression.

Su Yu looked at Mr. Zhao's flushed face and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, not afraid that you wouldn't take the bait...

(End of chapter)