Zhang Feng said, and took out all kinds of seeds from the storage bag and got busy.

In a short time, the table in the courtyard was piled with freshly picked apples, bananas, and pears...... Zhang Feng even shouted that he wanted to eat hot pot, and asked a few guards to drag a sheep from the back kitchen of the divine court, some of them got slices of mutton, and some of them cut them into pieces and skewers, and began to barbecue.

The hot pot naturally uses the hot pot base of the spicy demon king hot pot restaurant.

It is also worthy of the housekeeping skills of the Demon Gate, after the hot pot base is put into the pot, there is suddenly a mesmerizing spicy smell spreading, and the rich soup is tumbling under the scorching flame.

Of course, Zhang Feng didn't bother to care if anyone was poisoned.

Anyway, it's not like eating it yourself...... As for Chen Ping'an, he is not afraid that someone will poison him, just kidding, how can people be afraid of people being poisoned?

After Zhang Feng finished all this, he turned his head to Chen Ping'an and smiled brightly: "Brother, sit down! These are all good things!"

Chen Ping'an looked at Zhang Feng's enthusiastic smile blankly, and then looked at the melons and fruits and snacks piled up high on the table, as well as the wine and delicacies.

Then look at the fragrant hot pot and the thin slices of mutton.

Look at the strings of oily mutton skewers in Zhang Feng's hands.

Chen Ping'an swallowed his saliva, his eyes were full of yearning, and he snorted uncontrollably.

But Chen Ping'an always felt that something was wrong and didn't dare to eat it.

Zhang Feng, this kid didn't like to care about his appearance at all just now, why did he suddenly become attentive?

Got the wrong medicine?

"No, you, do you want me to do something for you?" Chen Ping'an looked at Zhang Feng with some suspicion.

Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, and said with a look of grievance: "Brother, how can you say that?"

"What's our relationship?"

"We're brothers!"

"I haven't seen you for so long, is it wrong to be a good treat to you as a younger brother?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head: "No, we haven't seen each other for three days...... The last time I came out, you just threw me a few crooked melons and cracked dates......"

"Brother, aren't we not seen for a day?" Zhang Feng said with a guilty face: "Don't say it, I feel very guilty when I think of what happened last time." ”

"Brother, you come to see your brother from the underworld, and your brother only gave you a few crooked melons and cracked dates. ”

"You say, is this a human thing?"

"Brother, I've grown up, I know I'm wrong, brother, you can eat at ease, it's not enough!"

Zhang Feng looked at Chen Ping'an with a guilty face.

Chen Ping'an's heart was a little loose, and he said that this kid had been insidious and cunning since they first met, and even deceived himself and Yan Jun, but now he ...... Could it be that he really changed his mind?

Could it be that he was originally a simple person, and he blamed him for it?

"You really don't need me to do something for you?" Chen Ping'an was still a little uneasy.

"Brother, it makes me feel so uncomfortable when you say that, am I, Zhang Feng, the kind of person who asks for cards for my brother?" Zhang Feng looked uncomfortable, "Didn't you treat me as a brother?"

"It seems that you were indeed to blame for this mistake before. ”

Chen Ping'an looked at Zhang Feng and was moved.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng, this kid, has already regarded himself as a brother,

It's really moving.

I didn't expect that I was a ghost, but I could still gain the friendship of the yang.

"When you get down there, I'll take you to the bath. Chen Ping'an looked at Zhang Feng movingly, "We don't have much fun below, there is a MC bathroom, and the old brother in it speaks well......"

"Thank you so much this time!!"

Chen Ping'an was too lazy to force something, so he said casually, and then the whole person turned into a demon wind, and directly pounced on the table of melon and fruit snacks, hot pot barbecue!

Grab an apple with one hand, and pour a plate of mutton directly into the spicy soup of the hot pot with the other hand.

Take a bite of an apple.

Crisp and juicy, sweet and sour.

Clip a chopsticks to shabu mutton, roll it into the sesame oil garlic dipping plate, the entrance is spicy and mellow, the garlic paste is greasy and flavorful, and the sesame oil increases the fragrance while neutralizing the spicy taste.

Perfect!

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but let out a long breath.

You can't eat this kind of yang delicacy in the netherworld.

Although the Netherworld also has some living beings and unreincarnated souls living there, they are specially given to grow crops for food.

But the food had no taste at all, and it looked like a batter, and it was full of netherworld energy to sustain the life and movement of these yin spirits.

Don't say spicy.

Not even the taste of batter.

Those plants such as mandala and other flowers are nothing more than some netherworld plants that have grown up by absorbing the netherworld qi, and after being made into food, they are completely purified and concentrated netherworld qi.

The Netherworld Qi has no taste, and "eating" it is like drinking a breath of air, and there is a cold air in it.

That's still cold!

Poor Chen Ping'an has been eating those things since he entered the Netherworld, and he has never eaten a bite of hot rice, let alone tasteful food.

In the Netherworld, don't say that those plants don't smell, not even has a taste.

Of course, the creatures of the Netherworld don't either...... It's an analogy.

If the eighth child goes there, he will definitely feel bored.

But after drinking Meng Po soup, the ghosts don't know what food means, although they know that the food in the yang world is delicious, but they just know, even if they are used to the taste and chewing wax they eat on weekdays.

It's as if you could have endured the darkness if you hadn't seen the light.

That's how everybody came over.

But now, Chen Ping'an is different!

Ever since he had eaten the delicacies of the yang world, he could no longer bear the tasteless ghostly atmosphere, and every day he thought about the steamed buns he had eaten and the tea he had drunk......

Now facing this big table, Chen Ping'an is like a hungry ghost, his mouth is wide open, his tongue is about to drag to the ground, and he is unaware of it, and his two hands are frantically stuffed into his mouth.

"Quick, is the mutton skewer ready!" Chen Ping'an urged.

Zhang Feng handed over a handful of freshly grilled lamb skewers while observing how Chen Ping'an managed to eat without biting the three-foot-long tongue......

Whether it was hot pot barbecue or melon and fruit dim sum, Chen Ping'an ate a few bites of everything and tasted every taste.

Then I took a glass of wine and took a few sips, rinsed my throat, and was ready to do a big job......

The moment he put down the wine glass, Chen Ping'an was stunned.

I saw that the table of eight immortals, which was full just now, was gone, and there was not a single dish, not even the apple core!

Empty.

Even the hot pot in the middle is gone, only a pile of charcoal is crackling and burning!

Chen Ping'an looked at the empty table in a daze, blinking his eyes, and looked confused.

But then, Chen Ping'an came back to his senses.