The Ghost Chef

Chapter 105: The gourd baby who recognizes the thief as the father

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The growth rate of the trumpet seven kills is amazing. Although Lori Xi can't reach the ability of turning into a elder sister with lightning and thunder, it didn't last a while-when I brought them out of the prison, they were still peas and arrived at Yixiangyuan. He became a half-year-old boy when he was born, and learned to speak without a teacher. He opened his mouth and shouted at me that I was hungry.

Women’s resistance to cute things is always low. At first, Ren Xiaoyan asked me for forgiveness for them. Seeing that I was upgraded to the father of the seven kills, she immediately claimed to be the mother of the seven kills and vowed to take care of her. The seven kills led to the right path, and the maternal love was in a mess. When the seven godsons asked for a request, they immediately asked their subordinates to cook and led the seven bear children to the kitchen downstairs...

Jiang Long and the others watched Ren Xiaoyan leave until the sound of footsteps on the stairs completely disappeared before turning her head, complaining with lingering fears: "You took too much risk-if you didn't rub you or kill you, I can I guarantee you are dead."

Professor Yang immediately became a little bit embarrassed and said, "I was careless..."

Jiang Long waved his hand: "It has nothing to do with your carelessness. The main reason is that they are too fast to guard against!"

I calmly analyzed the situation and decided to put myself on the moral high ground before saying, "Do you think I want to do it for everyone? To be honest, since these seven bear kids are magic weapons, then we must be in our own hands. —Don’t think about ruining things. If you ruin the snake spirits, you can’t count on them, but isn’t it good for us?”

Professor Yang suddenly praised: "Look, I guessed it right? The adults' morality is really admirable!"

Old Jiang Long, the dead girl stared at me suspiciously: "How do I think you made a temporary apostasy because of your wife's request?"

"Uh, no such thing, definitely no such thing!" I babbled casually, and quickly turned the topic off: "Now that the siege is solved, what should we do next?"

"The next step should be to deal with the snake spirit!" Jiang Long said arrogantly: "Since the Seven Kills have already been obtained, then you don't need the Ninth Trio to gather together, you can deal with it only when the Seven Kills grow up."

"Then everything returns to normal?" I eagerly said: "Can I go home too?"

Jianglong scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "After killing the snake essence, Ma Liang can be resurrected, but I have to talk about other... ahem, I think you still have to ask whoever asked you last time, my side... ahem, say it really. The words are not very clear."

"Han Meimei?" I suddenly remembered: "Yes, why is there no news from her?"

After I came to the legendary world, although I roughly understood the current situation, I also learned from the mouths of Han Meimei and Jiang Long Lao Dao until the outline of the matter-it was nothing more than to separate the confused and mixed legendary world, and the bridge to the bridge and the road to return did not come together. The key point of these worlds lies in the snake spirit. This sudden light turns the beauty in Ma Liang's pen into an ugly monster, and then the ugly monster paints the skin to kill people, and then hooks up the scorpion to occupy the mountain as the king, relying on the magical brush to fight the gourd. Seven brothers...

According to the simplest principle, no matter who the light is, since it wants the snake spirit to travel through various worlds and make waves with the magic pen, then I just need to grab the magic pen and give it to Ma Liang, right... That’s right, this Was it necessary to turn the zombie version into a live version before

I hurriedly asked Jiang Long, "What do you think about something: Ma Liang is now a zombie, can we make him alive?"

Jiang Long thought for a while, and asked instead: "Can't zombies use magic pens?"

"Who knows this?" I was a little mad: "But the world of Ma Liang, the magic pen, is going to be restored. Do you think Ma Liang can be a zombie? At least he has to be a living person!"

Recently, they have gotten closer to me, and they probably know a lot of things so little, not completely ignorant, so at this moment Professor Yang immediately put forward his personal opinion: "Master is reasonable."

Jiang Long was displeased: "Can you praise him every time, even though he is a master, he doesn't know everything, right?"

Professor Yang laughed hard and didn’t answer anything about it. Jiang Long glared at him as if he hadn’t seen it, so that Jiang Long said a few more words and lost interest. He could only turn his face to me and said, "This is the matter. I think..."

"How?" I was a little nervous: "Is it wrong?"

Jiang Long shook his head: "... What I said is so true, I was wrong!"

Professor Yang was dumbfounded, and went straight to Jianglong for a moment: "Hey, is there a difference between the two of us?"

"No," Jianglong fake model thought for a moment before answering: "I can tell you very responsibly, the basic meaning is similar."

Professor Yang stomped his feet and frantically: "Then you said me just now?"

"Can it be the same?" Jiang Long said with disdain: "You have no bottom line to cater to the master, and I agree after careful consideration-you pick up a dollar from the ground, you pick it up if others donate it, and you pick it up if others don't pay attention. , This is very different, you must not confuse it!"

"Huh?" Professor Yang began to feel dizzy: "I'm not confused, just a little dizzy..."

We are sorting out the problem. At this moment, Ren Xiaoyan's voice suddenly came up from downstairs: "Hey, are you hungry? We have cooked a lot of Lantern Festival, so if you want to eat it, come down together!"

I put on my shoes and started running down. Professor Yang no longer fainted. He opened his eyes and smiled at the back of my ass. Only Jiang Long was the old man who shouted hard to call us: "Don't go, you guys, who will help me? "

Neither of us cares about him...

We squatted happily in the kitchen to eat the Lantern Festival. While eating, we watched while eating the Lantern Festival. The two chefs were sweating profusely. At first, I didn’t pay attention to the rate of the Lantern Festival. The lord himself came down to eat supper and was excited. Now that I know it, this is absolutely tiring. These seven boys eat the same amount of food as seven dragons and seven pigs. The big one is very big. It is simply called Qilong pig. NS!

If you make a rough calculation according to the measurement method of modern society, each of them has eaten at least 20 catties of rice and 20 or 30 cages of Xiaolongbao, but there is no intention to stop at all, let alone the cook who is tired of cooking. , I and Ren Xiaoyan and others looked tired.

Ren Xiaoyan murmured: "Why do you eat too much? How miserable if this is really our children!"

"That's," I nodded: "Even if we can feed the elderly, marrying a wife will be a big problem in the future — you know, don't you know, now the gift of getting married and getting married has increased!"

Ren Xiaoyan hurriedly agreed: "Yes, I heard that the money cannot be collected, and the documents are only downloaded this year!" She sighed long: "Fortunately, our family still has some wealth, or we really can't live!"

"What's wrong with having a family background? You can't make it if you have so many ingredients!" I retorted: "Just cooking noodles can make you tired, let alone three meals a day!"

"That won't!" Ren Xiaoyan shook her head: "If it were ours, it would be better to solve it."

"Eat your own restaurant?" I laughed, "Then let's stop doing business."

"NO, NO, NO..." Ren Xiaoyan stretched out her root finger and shook her head: "I remember that there was a web article called "The Reappearance of Gods and Ghosts". This was the case when the protagonist raised a brave, and later the gluttonous rice bowl also lived in his house. —The protagonist is a 100% slacker, do you know how he did it?"

"How to do it?" My interest was raised in an instant: Pai Xiu and glutinous rice glutinous rice are both the masters of overeating. He didn't even say how to raise them and even raise them twice at a time. Doesn't this mean death? However, many of the authors of the Internet are the masters who have a lot of thoughts. Who knows if there will be any whimsical ideas that will make people's eyes shine

"Two ways, first, call takeaway..."

"It costs money, it's better to eat a restaurant!"

"I also think that, so I used the second type-instant noodles, which doesn't cost much for a bathtub!"

"This method is good, this method is good, I will use it in the future..." I excitedly said: "I will look back at it too-who wrote this book?"

"An infamous author named Liuyun Feidu, who wants to write without writing, must be cool and cool. If he weren't handsome, the readers would have run out!"

"Uh… "

After a day and night of fierce fighting, our siege of ** finally came to an end. So fortunately, the ending was still happy. With wisdom and the power of the masses, I defeated the vegetative legion, and harvested the magic weapon of the second fairy in the mountain. I also confirmed it with Ren Xiaoyan. Relationship-as long as you get rid of the chaos and return to modern times, everything will be fine!

It's just that I can be regarded as a taste of the chaos of the legendary world, that is, I, who don't read the Internet, have died early.

At this time, our supper has come to an end. Simply put, we ordinary people are full. The seven killers have gradually slowed down, and they are still growing. Now with the naked eye, they have begun to stand under the wall and order the vegetative army. It’s almost time for me to use a sentence describing people to say, “I have a young girl in my family,” and a sentence to describe plants is “**Like that, you just pick it up and watch it yourself.

Finally they were full, and I started to meet with everyone officially and mobilize before the war...

I first dragged down the seven killers who were crawling all over me, and told them seriously: "Stand in the order of height, godfather is going to talk!"

The Seven Killing Calabash Baby didn't care about me at all, and then landed and followed another slut crawling on me, like a group of cats, my poker face that was finally stretched immediately vented: "Don't go, don't go, oh, I can't stand it... Come down, you are going to crush me to death, right..."

Ren Xiaoyan, Jiang Long and others were all happy, and she also gave me a trick by the way: "Do you have to change your words, godfather is easy to cause ambiguity."

"What do you say?" I struggled and shouted, "You can't be called a father, right?"

Ren Xiaoyan's eyes turned grunting: "Called a foster father! That's how it is called in costume dramas."

I yelled impatiently: "Children come down, the foster father has something to say!" In the end, I still ignored me...

Just when my prestige was about to collapse, I suddenly screamed: "Come down, who won't come down and will have no food tomorrow!"

The seven-killed gourd baby slid down from me, stood in a row honestly, staring at me, and now I can see it thoroughly-don’t say it, it’s exactly the same as in the cartoon, stand. The first one is the boss, then the second, then the third...

I followed the look of the leader in this movie and walked two circles with my hands on my back. I turned my head and cleared my throat and said, "Children, today is the day when you grew up in Chéng Rén. Congratulations to your foster father!"

The seven-killed gourd baby moved in a sensation, and instantly rushed over and crawled all over my body-Ren Xiaoyan laughed and leaned forward and backward unsupportively: "How about you still preaching? Why bother, I'm sure, you have never mixed up with the student union in school!"

I was so messed up, there is no time to deal with this matter, so I just admit it: "You have the ability, come on, come on!"

"I'll come!" Ren Xiaoyan snorted, shook her three times provocatively, ignoring the seven kills at all, and directly gave orders to the two fat cooks: "Come on, fill up the bowl!"

As soon as the bowl fills up, the seven-killed gourd baby instantly rushed down and hugged and started eating, regretting that my intestines were all green—hey, how did I forget about this, wasn’t I very sharp when I dealt with Simon? Are you alive when you are old

Is it true that the old saying goes: The IQ of a man in love is equal to a pig? Damn it, it's a tragedy! (End of this chapter)