After getting the true story of the old man in the dining room, Jiumu finally rekindled the fire in the stove hall, and this time he barely managed to pass the test.

Next, under the guidance of Wushuang, the stomped black chicken was blanched in the pot and sifted up.

I also selected ginseng, angelica, rehman, atractylodes, ginger, red dates, etc., and put them together with the blanched black chicken, three scoops of water, two salts, cover the pot and simmer, and switch it over high heat and low heat.

Finally, stumbling to make a bowl of soup.

Although the things used are the same, I always feel unsatisfactory, but I am a little embarrassed to call it "ten perfect tonic soup", but think about this hot bowl of soup, but it is not easy to get it by yourself, but I am also full of joy.

Jiu Mu looked at Wushuang with a grateful face and said, "Today, thanks to the mortal senior brother, Xiao Jiu is not grateful. With that, he carefully packed the soup into the soup.

Wushuang still had a smile on his face and said, "As long as Xiao Jiu is happy." ”

With that, the two men left the dining room one after the other.

Seeing the two of them leave one after another, the guys in the dining room were like plagues, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't leave, I'm afraid the dining room will be demolished. The young man looked at the backs of the two departing and said.

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Wushuang saw her carrying this soup, and even walking was ten times more careful than usual, and her heart became more and more cold.

Seeing that he had arrived at the gate of Zelan Xiaozhu, Wushuang said, "Xiao Jiu, I'll send you here." ”

"Won't Senior Brother Wushuang meet Uncle Xiao with me?"

Wushuang shook his head, "No." ”

She went to offer soup to Uncle Xiao with such sincerity, just thinking about that scene, she felt unhappy for a while, why did she bother to see it with her own eyes?

"Alright then, Senior Brother Mortal, please do it. ”

After saying that, the two said goodbye here and walked in the opposite direction.

Jiu Mu happily walked to the door of the elegant room with this Ten Perfection Tonic Soup, knocked on the bamboo door that was open on one side, and called softly, "Little uncle." ”

There was no response for a while.

There is no one in the elegant room, I haven't seen the little uncle out of the door of the elegant room for a few days, and today I am looking for him but he is not there, I don't know where the little uncle ran away at this time?

Even the annoying Yuhe is gone.

Sure enough, when Cao Cao was said, Cao Cao arrived.

Just as Jiumu was about to leave the private room, he saw that Yuhe holding a bamboo flute and walking into Zelan Xiaozhu with light steps.

Instead of bumping into each other's eyes, he felt disgusted with each other from a distance, Jiu Mu just wanted to turn around and go back to the Lan Room, thinking that it would not be too late to serve the Ten Perfect Tonic Soup when Uncle Xiao came back.

At that moment, Yu He pretended to pinch her throat and stopped her, "Yo, little ninth girl, why did you have to leave just now?

Jiumu Yunxiang felt spicy when she looked at her more, so she casually prevaricated, "I came to this elegant room, of course, to find Uncle Xiao, and it is difficult to find idle people." ”

When Yuhe heard her say that she was such an idle person, he was very unhappy.

But before he could argue with her, he suddenly covered his mouth and laughed, "Little Ninth Girl, did she just come out of the Land Temple?" Seeing that she was filthy and like a mud monkey, it really made people laugh.

After laughing, he didn't forget to point to the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup in Jiumu's hand and said, "Could it be that the old man of the land gave you a cup of soup when he left?" After speaking, he laughed endlessly.

Jiumu then remembered that he had obtained this record from the dining room, and he had not had time to wash his face and change his clothes, so embarrassed and happened to be looked at by Yuhe like this, it was really unlucky.

Jiumu gave her a blank look, "What are you smiling at?" I don't think you'll be proud for a few days. ”

Yu He approached and said with a malicious expression, "It's been a few days of pride, but it's not Miss Xiaojiu's decision." ”

Seeing that she looked sinister again, Jiumu didn't want to talk to her more, so he turned around and wanted to go back to the Lan Room.

Unexpectedly, Na Yuhe took the bamboo flute and knocked on the soup pot in Jiumu's arms, and then said meaningfully, "In the future, if there is nothing to do, don't run to the elegant room again, there is no shortage of women here in Gongzi." After saying that, the evil smile was a bit flattering and provocative.

Jiumu looked at her like this, inexplicably angry, what does it mean that Uncle Xiao has no shortage of women? Why does it sound so strange and annoying, it seems that Yuhe, an idle person, is too arrogant, if you don't teach her a lesson today, you really forget who is the master here and who is the guest.

Presumably, Jiumu grabbed the bamboo flute that was stopped in front of him, threw it far away, and said with a raised corner of his mouth, "If you want to please men, I will point you to a good place, under the red dust, there is a place called Chunxianglou in the mortal world, which specializes in teaching women how to please men, I think that place is quite suitable for you." ”

"There are a lot of men there, why do you pester Uncle Xiao?"

"You ......" Yuhe was humiliated by her sharp teeth, and was so angry that she felt like she had heart and lung failure, and wanted to scold back, but Jiang Lang couldn't scold her for a while.

"What are you?", Jiumu didn't give her a chance to breathe, the unhappiness that had been pressed in her heart for the past few days broke out in an instant, and she scolded happily, "Who do you think you are?

"Nine Wood Yunxiang!"

Yu He was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he stretched out his head and slashed towards Jiumu Yunxiang, Jiumu Yunxiang was quick with one eye, hugged the soup in his hand tightly, and dodged her palm sideways.

Jiumu looked at the soup pot in his arms intact, and silently chanted, "It's dangerous." ”

Before the word "danger" landed, Yu He turned around with a lightning bolt and slashed over with a palm like a meteor, and then with a "thunderclap", the soup pot in his arms was still not spared, and was broken by Yu He's palm.

In an instant, the hot juice slowly flowed out from the cracks in the soup pot, like freshly boiled water, along the cracked lines all the way to the palm of the hand.

A knife-like pain stimulated the limbs and hundreds of remains, Jiumu trembled and was reluctant to give up the soup pot, a convulsion was unstable, only to hear the sound of "clang", the porcelain pieces fell to the ground, and all kinds of cooked things on the ground woven by bamboo rows were still billowing in light mist, scattered in a mess.

Jiumu quickly squatted down, looked distressed for a while, and reached out to pick up the few broken porcelain pieces lying on the ground of the bamboo row, and there was a small puddle of soup on it, leaving a faint fragrance.

Yuhe finally pulled back a game, and it was very happy to watch, "Tut-tut......" smacked his lips for a while, and said, "Jiumu Yunxiang, you served it well, the soup was easy to make, how to say that it was broken." ”

Jiumu threw the fragment to the ground and slowly stood up, "If you want to fight, you can fight, there is so much nonsense, and you are not afraid of rotting your tongue." ”