But if this natural beauty can be abandoned, it should be abandoned. She doesn't care much about her image, but it's not the same as not caring at all.

And for the project that emphasizes this natural beauty, Meng Liangliang's attitude is struggling. She found a little hope in Jiang's words, and immediately asked out loud: "It's popular in the underworld, not the rules?"

Jiang nodded, "Of course not." Although there are many rules and regulations of the prefecture, none of them stipulate makeup. ”

Meng Liangliang faintly heard something, and the wish in his heart changed from changing his makeup to washing his face, "Then there are no rules for dressing up on the first day of office, right?"

After Jiang nodded his head twice, Meng Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "Where is the water, I want to wash my face." ”

Jiang's little face suddenly showed surprise, loss, unease, and self-blame...... and so on, and so on, and his fingers are twisted into one place, like twisted flowers.

Meng Liangliang realized that his expression and words just now hurt this little girl. People tried their best to help her, and her reaction was very hurtful. Meng Liangliang had the heart to explain the problem of different aesthetics, and she could see the uneasiness and self-blame on Jiang's face, so she swallowed back the words.

After clearing his throat, Meng Liang said to Jiang without blinking: "It's so beautiful, shake your eyes." ”

Jiang finally brought the washbasin with a happy face. Meng Liangliang, who had washed his face, declined Jiang's proposal to change his body. The clothes are still the same as the one usually worn, and the face is still plain, but Meng Liangliang just feels refreshed.

Sure enough, the things that you get used to are the most relaxing.

Stepping out of this courtyard, Jiang took Meng Liangliang and walked slowly in Meng Po Village. While walking, I introduced the details of Meng Po Village to her. In terms of constant production, such as occupying the ground, such as building materials, and what each place does, etc. Comparatively, the arrangement of ghost personnel is simpler. There are three skin ghosts in Meng Po Village, and the three skin ghosts have their own division of labor. Jiang was mainly responsible for taking care of Meng Po and helping her with some chores, while Yong and Ge were responsible for distributing soup at Qiaotou.

As he was talking, Meng Liangliang saw a strange ghost floating under the corridor not far away, convex and backward, mature and gorgeous, really a beautiful ghost.

"And the ones who come to the door?"

Jiang's face was inexplicable, and he looked at Meng Liangliang's line of sight, "That's Yong." ”

Meng Liang froze, "Are you so willful to paint skin ghosts? ”

"That's why we can be selected as the errand of Meng Pozhuang. Jiang Xiaojing explained like a flower: "Not all souls will drink soup honestly, there are always some obsessed, like this kind of soul on the bridge soup stall can't deal with it, which requires us to draw skin ghosts to conjure up confusion and lure them to drink Meng Po soup."

If you encounter a soul that is too obsessed or has a strong soul so strong that your heart is clear and your eyes are not confused, you have to deal with it yourself. ”

How to deal with it!

Forced irrigation should not work. First, she will be scared when she encounters a miserable death, second, she may not have that force value, and third, if it is useful, what kind of skin ghost do you need, find something with great strength and high mana, and even use more efficient machines to work.

It should still be possible to deceive, but the transformation of the painting ghost is not a kind of deception. The problem is how to deceive, she can't tell the other party: this is a bowl of chicken soup. And with such a low-level deception, the skin ghost must be better than her.

When their thoughts diverged, they had already turned a few times in Meng Po Village and came to a door. Behind the door is a huge warehouse, with heavy shelves neatly arranged, all kinds of pots, tea sets, ingredients, spices...... Arranged on the shelves in different categories.

Meng Liangliang was suspicious that this was the kitchen, so he heard Jiang say with some sadness: "These are all accumulated by the previous Lord Meng Po." ”

Meng Liangliang lowered his hands and stood quietly for a while, expressing his sorrow. Then he spoke up again, "What is this for?"

From Jiang's answer, Meng Liangliang not only knew the purpose of these items, but also knew how to make the ghost drink soup as Meng Po.

I have to say that the previous Meng Po is a very stylish god. She treats those obsessive souls like VIPs. She will carefully make a soup according to the condition of each VIP. Or tea, stew, or a drink......

Not only the type of soup is exquisite, but also the utensils used to cook and serve it.

Meng Liangliang really can't learn this. But it doesn't matter, because the essence of making ghosts drink soup is not here, to put it simply, to let those ghosts drink soup, it depends on persuasion. No matter what philosophy of life or chicken soup for the soul, as long as you can flicker the other party, you can go into battle.

This large warehouse-like room has three doors, one is where Meng Liangliang and Jiang came in, and two are on the east and west walls.

Jiang pointed to the door on the west side, "Behind that is Master Meng's office." She gestured to the door on the east wall, "Let's go that way." ”

Behind the gate of the east wall is an elaborate promenade, half of which is embedded in the building and half is erected on the Lethe River.

At this time, when I observed closely, I saw that the river was wide and bottomless, and the water was as clear as a mirror, flowing silently and without any smell, which was not the same as the legend.

"It's very convenient to draw water here, boil it and store it in the well over there. Ginger pointed to the other end of the hallway. Sui Neng could only glimpse a corner, and it was not difficult to tell that it was a small garden, and the corner of the well platform was faintly among the jade grass and trees.

"In the well?" Meng Liangliang touched his ears, "The boiled soup was put in the well, how was it destroyed." ”

"There is a big pond under the well, and it will be used when it is full. Jiang's expression collapsed slightly, and he said, "That little Wang poured the untreated Lechuan water into the well, and most of the soup in the pool was wasted." ”

Relieved of his curiosity, Meng Liangliang began to ask the key point, "How big is such a large amount, how big is the pot, how big is the stove, and how long does it take to cook?"

"Pot?" Jiang's eyes first turned into a pair of circles in surprise, and then laughed into a pair of crescent moons, "There are countless souls to be sent every day, and when do you have to cook in a pot." ”