Many low-cultivation recruits looked at each other in doubt, were they dazzled?

Or is it that the sun is coming out in the west, and those who usually have high official ranks will not work if they don't work, and they will definitely not rush to do it like now.

Today is spectacular, the higher the cultivation and the higher the official rank, the harder he will work. Even if you want to show it to the movie king, you have to find the right angle. The movie king turned his back and went to work, and he couldn't see it at all, who else did he work so hard to show it?

Mo Ran's side.

"Didn't you say that there are so many things in sour plum soup?" At first, Night Shadow thought that the sour plum soup was a soup made from sour plums, but when he saw the mountains of materials piled up in Moran, he estimated that he was wrong.

"Poof, do you think sour plum soup is just a material called sour plum? Sour plum soup is actually a pot of soup made by combining many kinds of things together. Mo Ran sneered.

Tempest looked at the two of them as he spoke, a little sullen, and he felt as if he was superfluous. Or maybe I'm a light bulb and have to work silently.

An hour later, some of the soldiers with lower cultivation levels collapsed one after another. Yeyin hurriedly asked someone to carry him to his side.

Mo Ran had already made the iced sour plum soup and chilled watermelon, and was waiting for the first batch of exhausted personnel to come here to be guinea pigs.

Because the sour plum soup and watermelon are both new, no one has ever tasted them. The underworld has experienced this catastrophe and has not had time to study the direction of new plant applications. (Speak human words!) That is, there is no effort to cook, and I am not in the mood to eat after cooking.

A half-shocked soldier was carried softly in front of Nightshade, who turned his head to look at Mora, as if waiting for her to give him a hint.

"Break open his mouth, pour some sour plum soup, and see how it goes." Mo Ran said decisively.

Swift Wind picked up a bowl of sour plum soup and walked over to Nightshade, who saw that Nightshade had already broken the soldier's mouth, and quickly poured the bowl of sour plum soup into the soldier's mouth.

Mo Ran: It's time to witness the miracle!

A bowl of sour plum soup was in his stomach, and the soldier, who was still in a state of shock before, suddenly opened his eyes and kept smashing his mouth, the previous tired feeling was swept away, and the whole person bounced up as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Mo Ran: Wake up, wake up, the sour plum soup is really amazing.

Hurricane: I was half-dead just now, but a bowl of soup can make the whole person energetic again, which is too exaggerated.

Nightshade: This soup should be boiled a little more and stored as a strategic material. Anyway, there should be these seeds in the warehouse! Thankfully, I just wrote down the cooking process! Just thinking about it makes me want to snicker. New recipe – sour plum soup gets √.

Hurricane looked at Night Shadow's excited expression, and a trace of panic flashed in his heart, his expression couldn't be that he was going to learn to make sour plum soup, right?

Wait, his royal white mouse, it's me. Don't! Nightshade's cooking skills are really not complimentary. I'd better study hard, my craft is always better than his. Blastwind hurriedly recalled the previous cooking process of Mo Ran, and did not let go of any details.

"The little one took the liberty to ask the Shadow King, I don't know what I just gave the little one to drink? The little one fainted just now, and I didn't taste it clearly, can I still ask for another bowl? The soldier licked his lips and stared at the bowls of brown sour plum soup on the table.

Mo Ran looked at his pitiful appearance, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit in "Journey to the West".

"Of course, to make up for what you didn't taste just now. Just drink another bowl. Mo Ran watched as his saliva was about to run to the ground.

The soldier picked up a bowl of sour plum soup with trembling hands, smelling the sweet and sour taste, and saliva couldn't help but flow out of the corners of his mouth. He quickly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, looked at Mo Ran and then at the sour plum soup, and knew that Mo Ran motioned for him to drink, so he picked up the bowl and began to drink.

When he drank the sweet and sour iced sour plum soup, the whole person felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head on a hot day, and his heart was cold. The sweet and sour soup constantly captivated his taste buds. Refreshing! His mind was blank at this time, and only the sour plum soup in front of him was left.

He was reluctant to finish the sour plum soup so quickly, and drank it slowly one by one, but he couldn't stop at all, so soon the bowl of sour plum soup bottomed out.

He turned the bowl upside down, and used his tongue to catch the sour plum soup that dripped down.

The soldiers on the construction site over there, one by one, are holding the small soldiers beside the Reflection King before, you can see it! Gave him something to drink, it seemed to be delicious. One by one, they stretched their necks out to look at the old elder, only hating why they weren't giraffes.

The little soldier finished drinking the sour plum soup, and his eyes kept glancing at the chilled watermelon next to the sour plum soup.

"Don't look at it, you've run out of opportunities. You go back and tell the others that everyone only has one chance and can only choose one type of food at a time. Don't be too greedy. Mo Ran said to the soldier with a smile on her face.

Xiao Bing's heart tightened, did the princess mean that he was greedy? So he hurriedly saluted and withdrew.

Those on the construction site saw this little soldier come over in good spirits, and they came to ask him about the situation here. He repeated the words of the princess before, and those people remembered a rough idea, that is, to choose one of the two.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Mo Ran patted the big green watermelons and cut them with a knife.

After cutting it, you can see the bright red flesh of the melon, and there is not a single seed in it. Before I could eat it, I smelled a faint fragrance.

You take a bite, your lips and tongue are stained with bright red juice at the same time, sweet and relished, so that people love to eat more and more, the frozen watermelon is even sweeter, more delicious than the freshly picked, cold and cold, it is really a good fruit to relieve the heat in summer.

Not long after, the second group of tired soldiers was ushered in on Mo Ran's side. There were three of them, and one of them didn't like to eat sour, he liked to eat sweet. When he smelled the sour plum soup, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he hesitated to end up with the sour plum soup, which looked like a hot potato in his hand.

Mo Ran also saw his discomfort and guessed that he didn't like sour plum soup.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like sour plum soup, there is watermelon next to it. It's just that you can only choose one of the two. Mo Ran reminded.

The soldier reflexively put the sour plum soup back in place as if his hands had been burned by the sour plum soup. He walked straight to the watermelon pulp on the table over there, as red as blood.

When he took a bite of the watermelon, the sweet and sandy taste, the sweet and cold juice, instantly exploded on the tip of his tongue. It's so delicious, is this a fairy fruit? He was so excited that he burst into tears.

The other two companions finally came back to their senses in the delicious sour plum soup, and they were incomprehensible to see that he actually gave up such a delicious sour plum soup and chose watermelon.