Fu Ye, the boss of Fenghuitang, even sneered at Fu Zi's things that the dogs didn't eat, but some people ate them. The middle-aged man smelled the smell, stretched out his chopsticks and flipped the rice a few times, and was immediately attracted by it.

"This, why is this rice so elastic, jumping back and forth between the lips and teeth."

The middle-aged man put a chopstick of rice in his mouth and chewed it a few times, with a subtle expression. He sandwiched a little side dish to eat with rice, and the two became one, you have me, I have you. The side dish is not a cold dish made by Fu Hua, but Fu Zi selects the young leaves of the moon and a half vegetables, it does not have too much modification, it is mainly natural, and it is very refreshing.

After eating the rice, he was a little thirsty, just a bowl of tea liquid to solve, the middle-aged man took a sip and found that the taste was not like the ordinary tea soup, which was more fragrant and smooth, but not sticky/greasy. "What kind of tea is this?"

"It's not tea, it's water." Fu Zi took out a bag of things and showed it to the middle-aged man, "This is the water after the peel is soaked, the lips and teeth are fragrant, refreshing and not dry, the fruit of Vientiane is inedible, but the peel is a good medicine, which can calm the mind." You are a stranger, you should not be accustomed to our climate, you are bored with your temper, and this soup hopes to restore your peace of mind. ”

The middle-aged man was surprised that the other party could see it so thoroughly, his temperament was not violent originally, but the climate in his hometown was a little different from here, and it was difficult to adapt for a while, plus his bloodline, depression would bring bad luck, and the middle-aged man did not mean to hurt Fu Hua.

He thought that Fu Hua brought him over just so that he could witness a fair game, but when he saw that the other party had no ingredients, he knew that there must be something wrong in the middle. Although the middle-aged man stepped into Fuzhou for the first time, his friends talked to him a lot about Fuzhou, the competition was fair, just and open, and the natural ingredients should be the same, but there was nothing in Da Dong's back basket.

Don't look at the middle-aged man's gentle appearance, he is the fierce general of the strong clan, Qiuqiu, and he came to the Fu Continent just by chance, and he decided to go by throwing stones. Qiu Qiu missed her beloved daughter a few days ago, and her mood was not very good, so she used her work to numb herself, and the patriarch couldn't stand it, so she ordered Qiu Qiu to go out for a walk, and she couldn't come back until she adjusted her mentality.

Qiu Qiu looked up at Fu Zi, "Your craftsmanship is not ordinary, it doesn't look like a black." ”

In Fuzhou, the class is distinguished by color/black. Fu Zi smiled indifferently, he is indeed neither black nor red He is Fu Zi, a dietitian. In his time, the monarch did not set colors/distinctions, but looked at names. Orthodox therapists will have their own clothes, and the monarch will ask the best embroiderers to show them their names. Back then, when talking about dietitians, one name would be mentioned, and that was him, Fu Zi.

These are all fleeting things, and they have long been a thing of the past, so let's not talk about them.

"The craftsmanship is clumsy, just a mouthful of food." Fu Zi replied modestly.

"Are you interested in coming to me, including food and accommodation, and annual leave to go home to visit relatives?" Qiu Qiu liked the craftsmanship of the young man in front of him, and it happened that his cook there went back to his hometown to take care of the children, and the kitchen was short of people.

"Hey, you dare to dig into the wall in front of me." Bai Li rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, Hei Shu immediately stopped it, of course, Bai Li asked Hei Shu to stop it.

Hei Shu hugged Bai Li in his arms, "If you have something to say, what kind of system will it become." ”

--Little Black, I asked you to pretend to stop me instead of hugging me, are you eating tofu?

Hei Shu is to take the opportunity to eat tofu, and the body of the meat has a unique flavor. What Fu Zi saw when he looked back was Hei Shu hugging 'Da Dong', and then smiled crookedly. Da Dong, who was hidden in the depths of his body, gradually began to recover, and he saw Hei Shu holding 'himself' from Fu Zi's perspective, how to look at it

It's awkward.

Qiu Qiu didn't care, how a dead fat man could compare to the general of his Hercules.

"Brother, did you agree?" Bai Li suddenly cried out in grief, "Have you forgotten what your father and mother told us before she died?" Before we become dietitians, our brothers must not be separated, otherwise the sky will thunder. ”

At this time, the clear sky suddenly began to thunder, boom ~ boom ~ "It's thundering, it's raining, go home and collect your clothes."

"Don't make a fool of yourself, there's no rain at all, it's just thunder, what are you afraid of."

"I can't figure out who won this game."

"Stupid, of course Da Dong won. Da Dong, you are so powerful, I worship you, and you will be my Xiaoyu's idol in the future. ”

"Son, son, wake up, wake up, come on, surround me and surround them, and even bully my Hua'er, then don't want to get out of this place alive." Fu Jiang gently patted Fu Hua, who was already unconscious, and saw that he was covered with vegetable stains and a bulging belly, and the old father cried out loud, "We have returned to the hall from generation to generation, Hua'er, you must hold on, I don't want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person!" ”

A group of people suddenly appeared, and they surrounded Bai Li, Hei Shu and others. Qiu Qiu has also seen the world, but he doesn't know why the turn is so fast, he didn't have a bitter persuasion, and the other party has not been moved by him and agreed, can he wait for a while.

"Son, wake up, wake up~" Fu Jiang shook Fu Hua's body vigorously, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

Qiu Qiu said coldly: "He's not dead, but he's dying." ”

Fu Jiang didn't want to accept this fateful arrangement, he roared: "What are you talking about, my son is still alive, he is not dead." ”

Qiu Qiu frowned, because he didn't know it clearly enough, "I know, but he's really dying, because of you." ”

"You killed my son, and I want you to pay for your life." The master of the Fenghui Hall suddenly turned black, his eyes turned red, and his five claws were dark, which was obviously a characteristic of demonization.

Bai Li, who was surrounded, spoke: "This big brother, you are a demon!" ”

"I'm not." Fu Jiang denied it.

"But you have the breath of demons on your body, and your son is not dead, he just ate too much and held on, and you have to say that he is dead, do you want to blame us for this."

Fu Jiang put down Fu Hua's body and dodged in front of Nai Baili, "Children who know too much will kill themselves, are you sure you still need to know?" ”

"You mean death!" Fu Zi is accustomed to the life of the underworld, and death is actually the same thing, he was a famous chef in the world, and he is still a chef after his death, and he has not changed. Some people also say that the cook is an executioner, and the knife falls in his hand, and the living creature cannot escape in front of him, and finally becomes a meal on the plate.

Death, perhaps touched Da Dong's heart, he actually broke free from the shackles and forced back the initiative of his body. "Hey, what happened to me?"

Immediately afterwards, he fainted again, and Fu Zi took back the main control. Fu Zi thinks that it is better not to provoke Bai Li, otherwise he doesn't know how he died, and he died unjustly.

Hei Shu observed that the eyes of the crowd outside the venue also turned red, and the palms of their hands turned black, which was all demonization, but they were mortal bodies, how to say that demonization is demonization, there must be a reason.

The reason for Bai Li to tell Hei Shu that most of the residents here have eaten the food of Fenghuitang, and the reason for the demonization naturally appears in the food, and the people of Fenghuitang added the juice of Emerald Orchid to their meals to control their minds.

"The sins of the world must have cause and effect. I have no intention of meeting cause and effect, but fate has made us acquainted, and it seems that God is at fault. Bai Li suddenly spoke silently and stared at Qiu Qiu carefully, "Dead old man, are you having fun?" ”

Hei Shu was stunned, wasn't the man in front of him the Qiu Qiu of the Hercules Clan? Why Bai Li thinks that he is the creator god, they don't seem to have anything to do with each other.

In the next moment, the middle-aged man changed his painting style and became a little naughty, "Good daughter, I was discovered by you." ”

Bai Li: "If it weren't for you, I can't imagine anyone who would be so boring to follow me. ”

Restored Creator: "When are you?" ”

Bai Li: "Start by entering this continent. ”

Creation God: "Little black man, don't you help me talk, so help me save some face." ”

Heishu: "We are not married yet, and you have nothing to do with me. ”

The God of Creation was surprised, in the past, Hei Shu loved to stick to Bai Li, but now he can still have his own ideas, it seems that the children have grown up.

Fu Zi: What should I say, or keep silent.

Fu Jiang was angry, why did they start talking to themselves, could it be that they didn't know that they were about to die. "If you are willing to submit to our demon clan, you will naturally not lose your benefits."

Bai Li: "Good! What are the benefits? ”

Black: "Don't interrupt him. ”

Bai Li stretched out his hand and motioned for Fu Jiang to continue.

"Are you not afraid? I'm a demon, you will taste life in the hands of the demon race, if you can kneel down and beg for mercy from me, I am willing to let you go. Now that his identity has been exposed, Fu Jiang does not pretend to be kind.

Fu Zi is concerned about these innocent people, "Is there a way to restore them?" ”

Fu Jiang took out the small porcelain bottle in his arms, "I have the antidote, but I won't give it." ”

Heshu: "Your son's life is gone!" ”

Fu Jiang smiled: "What do you say?" ”

"Isn't your kid blind, looking back at the chapter, I fed him the food he made himself, so naturally he was poisoned." The creator god explained with a smile.

Fu Jiang laughed: "You really think that he is my son, I don't have this bastard child, even if it is my own, if I don't have him, I will have another one." ”

Bai Li applauded, "You can actually have children, the demon clan is really talented." ”

"Who gives birth?" Fu Jiang scolded angrily.

"It's you, you said you had another one." Bai Li likes to pick words.

The corners of Kuroshu's mouth were hooked, but he still tried to maintain a calm mask, "Wordplay." ”

Genesis is pleased: "My baby is smart, and he likes to entertain himself. ”

"That's not a compliment." Fu Zi was puzzled.

Creator God: "Your child is as smart as mine, take it out and compare it." ”

Fu Zi was lost: "I don't have children. ”

Creator: "Then shut up and listen to me." ”

Who would have thought that this man was the dignified creator god, and he appeared in such a low-key world, thanks to Bai Li. In the past, the appearance of the God of Creation always had to have its own rose effect, but after being educated by Bai Li, it was changed to a thunderstorm, and then he was lectured by Bai Li, and he was changed countless times before he was persuaded to keep a low profile.