In the evening of the next day, the inner courtyard of the Netherworld.

Night Shadow gathered all the people Mo Ran wanted to invite, and everyone stood at the door of Mo Ran's room, the door was closed, and they didn't know what Mo Ran was going to do.

"Squeak~ya~" The door rang, and after Mo Ran opened the door, a burst of fragrance came to her nose.

A few girls immediately became energetic, isn't this the kind of fragrance that I have smelled in a restaurant in the world? How did it come out here?

Nightshade and Wind were like they had been struck by lightning, what did they smell? Mo Ran's actions subverted their three views.

This is the underworld, and the ghosts here don't have the habit of eating at all, especially the two of them, who have basically forgotten what eating is for thousands of years.

But the smell hit their nostrils, making their stomachs, which had not eaten for a long time, a little hungry. But what made them curious was that Mo Ran wanted them - what to eat?

Mo Ran stood at a large table in the room and beckoned to everyone.

"Come on, take the handle, you guys help me carry the table out, and then I'll start serving." Mo Ran stood at the table and commanded in an orderly manner.

Ziyan and the others immediately began to carry the table and move the chairs.

Nightshade and Storm didn't seem to come back to their senses, staring blankly at the busy women.

Mo Ran looked at the big table, as if there was almost something, by the way, candlelight dinner, how could there be no candlelight? There was a candlestick in the room to carry out, and after Mo Ran put the candlestick away, he snapped his fingers, and three ghost fires lingered on the candlestick, which instantly illuminated the surroundings.

Everything was arranged, and Mo Ran began to serve the food.

"The first dish - chicken soup stewed with wolfberries. Everyone has been injured before, and this soup is very replenishing! It has a miraculous effect on healing and can nourish the soul! ”

Mo Ran brought a large snow-white porcelain basin with orange-red chicken soup, wolfberries floating on the soup noodles, like bright gems, and pieces of fatty chicken. No, it still wafts out a rich fragrance.

Everyone suddenly seemed to have heard a fantasy, otherwise it would be as if they had seen a neuropathy, and everyone looked at her in a daze.

Yun'er: Will the old injury recur from the mother's concubine? Can I eat it even if I don't have it in the world? Brother Xiaoxin is not there either.

Ziyan: Did the princess suffer some subtle internal injuries?

Ziling: The princess won't be hit on the head, right?

Zixuan: Did the princess have a conflict with His Royal Highness and was stimulated?

Zi Mo: This doesn't look like something in the yang world, how to cook in the underworld?

Tempest: What the hell is this? Can you really eat it? I'd love to try it.

Nightshade: The red drifting thing on the noodle is supposed to be the fruit of a plant. But there are no plants in the underworld. How did this come about? Is it OK to eat?

Yuzhi: The princess's craftsmanship is good, and the shadow king is really a blessing.

"The second course is called the flower chicken."

In the expectant gaze of everyone, Mo Ran took out a saucer, on which was a round stone, and it was constantly steaming.

Everyone agrees that something may be really wrong with the princess. Although there is a saying among the people that ghosts eat mud, the ghosts in the Netherworld Temple have not yet fallen to this point.

Mo Ran looked at everyone's sore expressions and smiled mysteriously. Then with a hammer, knock open the "stone", revealing the yellow-orange burnt chicken skin, which is a more intense fragrance, and now, the gluttonous worms in everyone's stomach have long been hooked.

"Well, I'll serve a bowl of soup first." Hurricane stood up and was eager to try the pot of chicken soup. It's not because he thinks the chicken soup is particularly delicious, it's just because he is particularly seriously injured, and I heard Mo Ran say that chicken soup has a miraculous effect on injuries.

"I'll come, I'll come, Lord Tempest, you sit." Ziling couldn't sit still for a long time, because the Shadow King was there, she was embarrassed to start first, and finally waited until someone wanted to do it.

Ziling took a white porcelain bowl, carefully scooped a spoonful of soup in the soup basin, and specially filled a few more pieces of chicken and wolfberries. Sheng Wan respectfully handed it to Nightshade. Because after all, Nightshade is king. She immediately filled another bowl for Tempest, then everyone with a bowl, and finally her own.

"The third course - steamed fish with wolfberry."

"I was originally going to make sweet and sour carp, but I haven't made any condiments yet, so I can only steam it, at least it has wolfberries, and it's a little sweet." Mo Ran scratched her head and said embarrassedly. There is not even basic salt, and it is really difficult for a cook to cook without salt.

At this time, "Goo~Dong~" Hurricane drank a large mouthful of soup, at first he thought it would be difficult to drink, frowned, and poured a big sip as if he was drinking medicine.

I didn't expect to smack my mouth after drinking it. Hey, it's really delicious, the thick taste of stewed chicken, the sweet taste of wolfberry, drank it into his cold stomach, as if there was a hot breath in his stomach rushing up.

There was still that feeling in that heat that the Qi Gathering Pill gave him. The old wounds on his chest, as well as the damaged meridians, were recovering in a state that was difficult to describe in words. Only he could feel it clearly.

"How?" Everyone asked Hurricane with hopeful eyes.

The wind was sandwiching a piece of chicken into his mouth, his mouth was stuffed and bulging, and others would definitely not be able to hear clearly, so he could only look at everyone and nod his head like pounding garlic.

Uh-huh! Delicious!

"Actually, that's all there are for these three dishes. Everyone picks up chopsticks and eats first. By the way, Yuzhi, I forgot to say it just now, your cultivation is relatively low, you drink less of this soup, I'm afraid it's too supplemental, you can't stand it. But it's okay if you eat food. ”

By the way, it seems that there is still a lack of mood. Mo Ran took out a mobile phone from the bracelet and clicked on an ancient song "Moonlight".

Everyone stopped their chopsticks when they heard the song. The princess had something fresh to show again, and a small golden box could still sing.

"Mother, what is that little box that can sing?"

"It's called a cell phone. It can sing and many other things. ”

"Yun'er wants one too!" Yun'er stared at the phone, her eyes were shining, as if there were small stars flickering inside.

"It's okay to have one, but maybe the new ones won't be able to sing. This is a relic left by my master, and the singing fairy can't find him anymore.

However, the concubine can sing it and put it in the new one for you. "You don't think it's ugly.

"Okay!" Yun'er drank the soup happily, and when she took the first sip, she couldn't stop.

Nightshade originally wanted to maintain the image of a noble and elegant monarch, but after tasting the soup, the wind swept away, and every dish was sandwiched. It's like a person who has lost his sense of taste for many years has regained his sense of taste. The feeling of eating is amazing.

After drinking a bowl of soup and a few bites of food, Mo Ran looked up and found that the dishes on the table had been swept away. The most exaggerated thing is that the wind even chewed and swallowed the fish bones, and Yun'er kept licking the basin, and her face was covered with oil, and her face was shiny. There are also a few girls, except for Yuzhi who eats elegantly, everyone else is stuffed and still chewing.

"Cough~cough~ I want to ask everyone, did you all starve to death when you were alive?" Mo Ran asked incredulously, gobbling up was no longer enough to describe these people.

Everyone laughed wryly, looked at the empty dishes, and became embarrassed.