Meng Shujun was demoted again.

Under his unremitting stubbornness, the Lord Hades was forced to get rid of him, and with the good things he had done recently, he was demoted again in a fit of rage.

Meng Shujun: When I heard what my new job was, I was so close to passing away on the spot.

(a millimeter compared)

Qiansan: When he shamelessly hugged me, I was close to dying on the spot.

(Closer than a hair's length)

What exactly is the new job!

can actually scare the big guy of the underworld to tremble!

Answer: A day with the river as a companion, with the moonlight as a neighbor, and with all things as a friend.

Speaking of human words, it is a Meng Po who boils soup.

Abbreviation: Chef.

Nickname: Dust Forgetner.

Meng Shujun has become the first male Meng Po in the history of the underworld!

To get back to the point, a dignified seven-foot man actually did a job that was only a woman's talent, and if it was spread out, he would be embarrassed. Meng Shujun was ruthless, and under the supervision of the system for free, he still reluctantly ran to make soup.

Meng Po soup, as the name suggests, is the soup boiled by Meng Po, and its function is to make people forget the past and reincarnate with peace of mind.

But Hades made a big mistake.

Meng Shujun's cooking skills still stay at making instant noodles, and they can all make paste.

In the dimly damp kitchenette of Hell, with only a few unextinguished torches on the walls around it, in the center of the hut there was a large black iron pot, and the wood burned brightly below.

Meng Shujun didn't wipe the sweat on his face, guarding a big pot of Meng Po soup and wanted to cry without tears.

How is this soup cooked?

He was holding a copy of "Hell Special Food" in his hand, and there were several stacks of books at his feet, including some "Meng Po Soup Making Encyclopedia", "Reincarnation Must Carry Meng Po Soup", and "Meng Po's Self-cultivation...... And so on brain-dead and useless recipes.

"Put in three bowls of Lethe River water, one or two petals on the other side, three taels of hatred, two taels of death, and five taels of indifference...... Raven Feather ...... Egg...... Finally, squeeze the cream ......" Meng Shujun muttered in his mouth, wearing an old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on his face, holding a book in one hand and throwing something into the pot with the other.

"Cream...... Cream?! ”

What is it!

He suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked at it, he had somehow turned the pages of the book and turned to the tutorial on how to make the little desserts of hell.

Look at what's in your pot again.

Hey~

It's disgusting.

A pot of soup was all turned into a paste, gurgling with green blisters, and a few black feathers floating from time to time, mixed with a lot of melons, fruits and vegetables, like a mass of vomit that had not had time to digest.

And it really has a sour smell.

I don't like it when I see it.

The corners of Meng Shujun's mouth twitched fiercely, he sighed faintly, and wiped two handfuls of sweat on his face with his handfuls of hands.

However, can you drink this pot of soup?

it.

Anyway, it's not that you drink it yourself, and you shouldn't be responsible for drinking the dead ghost, and you should lose money by the dead picker who picks the door.

As he thought so, he suddenly wanted to taste the fruits of his first official cooking. After staying in the world for so long, I always heard people say that they should do it themselves and have enough food and clothing. The rice is made by others in every way, either the taste is light or too salty, and the food made by oneself, even if it is burnt, can still say with a clear conscience: Ah! Delicious in the world!

He really believed in this evil!

Meng Shujun calmly filled a bowl of unknown objects that were barely counted as soup, and his heart was like water to his mouth.

To drink, or not to drink?

Damn, I'm not a fool, drink a pipi shrimp! No matter how you look at it, this soup is a masterpiece of the Die After Eating series!

Forget it, it's better to harm others less.

Meng Shujun sighed and put the bowl down. He didn't want to be on the ground because of food poisoning. Looks like I still need to practice.