After hastily ending his shopping trip, Anjou exited the space-time supermarket, and then found that there was a pile of things in the center of Jun Mowen's office. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The item I just bought in the Time and Space Supermarket has been delivered?

Anjou exclaimed: "So fast! The cooked food clearly says that it will be made after the order is placed, and it will take time for the store to stock up, right?"

"As long as the artifact can be delivered to any place and any time through the space-time channel across the universe within the heavens and all worlds, even if it takes a year for the store to prepare the goods, we can receive them now. ”

Jun Mo asked, while turning out a bamboo box from various boxes, opening it and handing it to Anjou.

"Salt-baked phoenix birds in the Splendid World Fude Building, it tastes good, it is more tender than chicken, you pad your stomach first. ”

Anru took the opened bamboo box, looked at the grapefruit and lotus leaf balls inside, and then looked at Jun Mo who was unpacking, and put the bamboo box aside: "I'm not so hungry, I'll help, I can still do things like washing vegetables." ”

"Go back. Jun Mowen waved his hand, and an invisible energy pushed An Ru to the sofa next to him, and said seriously: "You don't need help, you can eat if you want to eat, and if you don't eat, sit and watch." ”

Anru saw that his tone was quite serious, not polite, and said embarrassedly: "Then I'm really waiting to eat ready-made?"

Jun Mowen nodded, and threw the disassembled bag into the trash can, and he didn't know how a small trash can could hold so many things, and it wasn't full at all.

Anjou held the bamboo box and peeled off the lotus leaf ball, and the heat came out, and at the same time, there was an enticing fragrance that made the saliva secretion faster.

There is a golden chicken weighing one or two catties squatting on the green lotus leaf, but if you look closely, this chicken has a slender head and a slender mouth. It has a crest of fleshy flowers on its head, particularly well-developed wings, and thinner feet than ordinary chicks, but sharp claws.

Anjou jumped up and rushed to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then ran back with another gust of wind, without using chopsticks, she directly tore off a wing with her hand, and couldn't wait to bite it.

Delicate and fragrant, it melts almost in the mouth and contains a lot of aura.

The aura exploded on the tip of her tongue, and Anru couldn't help but shut up, so as not to lose the aura, and when the aura slid down the esophagus with the bird's meat, she sighed: "It's so delicious, is the phoenix a phoenix?"

Jun Mowen had just turned on the fire and cooked the hot pot soup base, and at this time, he was processing fresh meat with ice blades at the cooking table, and he didn't raise his head: "It's just a gimmick, the phoenix is an immortal species, even if it is a descendant with thin blood, it can't be served to the table by a first-level civilization." ”

"Are we a first-level civilization?" Anjou quickly finished eating a wing, licked his fingers, and tore a thigh: "In the secret behind the spiritual code, how can you call yourself a third-level civilization?"

"Civilization depends on the whole, spirituality is only a small group in the blue small world, even if their individual strength has reached the level of a third-level civilization, but the average life expectancy of ordinary people is less than 100, science and technology are backward, and the people have not yet been able to leave the home planet to live, but they have just escaped from the ignorant primary civilization......" Jun Mowen disposed of the fresh meat, pickled and frozen, and then began to wash the vegetables: "The evaluation of this world by the space-time supermarket is a first-level civilization, and the registration form of the heavens and all worlds of the cosmic court is also a first-level civilization. ”

"So what we just saw was just a first-class civilization commodity?" Anru finished gnawing on the bird's legs, her appetite was full, and her stomach was even hungrier, so she simply held the whole phoenix bird together with the lotus leaf and started gnawing.

"Well, after entering the space-time supermarket, it defaults to the civilization level of the current world. Jun Mo asked that the hot pot was boiling, so he put in a few foods that needed to be boiled for a long time to make it more flavorful, and then processed the cleaned vegetables to just the size of the mouth.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Anru looked at Jun Mowen, who looked like a good man at home, and hesitated to open the door, but Jun Mowen didn't care about the image and said, "Come in." ”

The metal door opened, and Junzi Rulan and the head demon monkey of the game department walked in one after another.

"My lord, we ......"

When the gentleman Rulan spoke, she instantly silenced when she saw the situation in the room, her face was blue and red, and the demon monkey couldn't help but have the hair on his whole body standing up, and his tail was even more fried into a stick.

Dazzled, right?

It must be dazzling!

How could a noble and mysterious adult be chopping vegetables, while the 'Winter Solstice' who was born as a weak mortal was sitting on the sidelines eating chicken?!

Jun Mo asked and saw that they didn't follow up for a long time, so he swept over with horizontal eyes: "If you have something, just say it." ”

"No, it's fine. The gentleman stammered.

The demon monkey screamed in a thin voice, and said stupidly: "My lord, I haven't eaten for three years, can I stay......"

Jun Mo asked lightly, "I don't think you will have to eat for the next thirty years." ”

"Oops, I seem to have forgotten to turn off my computer. The demon monkey jumped up, dragged Junzi Rulan and ran back, and said as he ran: "By the way, the new game art team wants to ask the winter solstice teacher to be a consultant......

The door slammed shut, blocking out the sound behind it.

Anru threw the phoenix bird into the trash can, and hesitated whether to go directly to the water left over from Jun Mowen's washing of vegetables to wash his hands, but thinking about the other party's cleanliness, he finally bypassed Jun Mowen to go to the bathroom.

"What do you think?"

Anru came out after washing his hands, and heard Jun Mo ask a clueless question.

"What thoughts?"

Jun Mo asked to clean up the table, put the dishes and chopsticks, and said, "Art consultant." ”

"I can't. Anjou was modest, staring at the milky soup pot that was tumbling, thinking that it would be nice to add some chili peppers, but let alone adding chili peppers to the soup, even the prepared dipping sauce was completely unspicy.

"Your mind painting is not a beginner, but it is better than those employees in the art team. Jun Mowen handed the dipping sauce plate to Anjou: "If you have time, you can try it, the working group staff will become one of the characters in the game to distribute tasks, which can increase the number of believers." ”

"Then I'll try. Anjou was as good as a stream, and as a result, he dipped in sauce, picked up chopsticks, and sat back and waited to eat.

The craftsmanship of the male god, even if there is no chili pepper, it is very delicious!

Don't talk when eating, because talking will cause the loss of aura in the dish, Anjou asked the system to store all the aura that she can't absorb temporarily, and then slowly digest it when she is free.

Jun Mowen only processed a third of the ingredients, and put away the rest, but these were enough to feed Anjou, he poured the rest into the pot and ate it himself, and then moved his fingers to let the spiritual power clean up the mess.

Anjou was full of food and drink and didn't want to move, so she picked up her phone and unfolded it into a computer and turned on the virtual drawing mode.

The computer becomes a desk, the drawing panel turns into white paper, and there are 24 paint grids in the upper two rows, one row is 12 kinds of conventional Chinese painting paints, and the other row is 12 kinds of ink with different shades, and the appearance of the pressure pen has also become a brush that can change the size and hardness.