As soon as Qin Shou looked up, he saw the old woman holding a big bowl in one hand and handing it to him, Qin Shou leaned over, looked inside with his feet, and saw that the soup in the bowl was brown, with something added to it, it looked very thick, and it seemed to have countless seasonings added, and it smelled good.

At that moment, Qin Shou actually remembered that when he was in Huaxia, he passed by a bowl of soup that HN had drunk - Hu spicy soup!

At that moment, Qin Shou burst into tears, this is the taste of hometown......

Seeing Qin Shou like this, the old woman shook her head slightly and said, "Don't cry, I have seen not 100,000 but 80,000 every day like you, it's useless to cry." Drink it, and all worries and sorrows will be gone. ”

Qin Shou subconsciously took it and sighed: "It seems to taste good, how much is a bowl?"

The old woman seemed to be questioned like this for the first time, and said with a smile: "It's free." ”

When Qin Shou heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Are you full?"

As if she had heard some big joke, the old woman laughed and said, "Tube, of course, haha...... Drink, drink this bowl, you don't even know what hunger is. ”

After hearing this, Qin Shou raised the big bowl and said arrogantly: "Dry!"

Then Qin Shou raised his head and drank this big bowl of soup in one gulp! This soup entrance, sure enough, there is a bit of Hu spicy soup, but compared to the Hu spicy soup that passed by the gate of the railway station and drank nothing to drink, the taste of this soup is stronger, and Qin Shou's eyebrows are dancing.

But what really excited Qin Shou was that this soup actually contained a large amount of pure yin qi, and pure yin qi entered his body, and he only felt that the cells in his whole body were howling, and his whole body was comfortably refreshed......

After seeing Qin Shou drink a bowl of soup, he stood in place and squeezed his eyebrows.

Cui Jue was a little unbearable, and sent a voice to the old woman from afar: "Meng Po, what's wrong?"

Meng Po didn't say anything, and said generously: "Judge, what else can you do after drinking my Meng Po soup? He probably doesn't even remember who he is now, let alone those things that happened to you?"

When Cui Jue heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good......"

Meng Po was about to say something, when she suddenly saw an extra bowl in front of her, Meng Po was stunned, looked along the bowl, and saw a rabbit holding the bowl high, with a look of unfinished business, and said to her: "Another bowl!"

Meng Po's eyes were stunned, come again? Again? Does this guy know that he has already drunk a bowl? He has not been erased?

Meng Po subconsciously asked, "You, are you still drinking?"

Qin Shou said as a matter of course: "Of course, it tastes good, but the salt is a little less." Add a little salt this time ......"

When Meng Po heard this, she only felt a burst of heat on her face, as if she had been slapped in the face. Then he sneered and said, "Okay, you want to drink it, right?

After speaking, Meng Po gave Qin Shou another bowl and handed it over.

Qin Shou took it, raised his head and drank it dry! Then his eyes were closed, and his face was full of aftertaste.

Meng Po's eyes widened, staring at Qin Shou deadly, as if she wanted to see some familiar expressions on the rabbit's face, such as the expressions of the dazed ghosts behind her who had not gone far.

However, after staring at it for a minute, the rabbit's eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed excitedly: "I'm Cao! Master Rabbit, I'm in love with this mouthful!

Meng Po was dumbfounded, stood in place and pointed at Qin Shou, and said tremblingly: "Are you okay?"

Qin Shou asked rhetorically, "Should I be fine?" Could it be that there is poison in your soup? By the way, what kind of soup are you?"

Meng Po swallowed her saliva and didn't speak, but silently lowered her head and checked the big iron pot next to her, and there was a pot of "Hu spicy soup" stewed in the iron pot, and he looked at it again and again in confusion...... muttered, "I haven't been dropped......"

"Hey, old man, do you hear me......? Well...... Hu spicy soup!" Qin Shou exclaimed.

Meng Po's old face darkened and said, "What kind of soup do you say this is?"

Qin Shou asked rhetorically, "Isn't it Hu spicy soup?"

Meng Po's eyes turned red on the spot, she slapped the bowl in Qin Shou's hand, took out a small bucket, lifted the iron pot and filled the bucket, and then rattled and laughed, and said word by word: "Hu! spicy!"

Then Meng Po laughed angrily: "Haha...... Hu spicy soup, what a Hu spicy soup! Since you think it's Hu spicy soup, let's go drink it!"

Qin Shou looked at the old woman in front of him with a strange face, but she was extremely bold and generous in giving soup, shook her head and said, "Although my personality is a little distorted, I am still a good person who is willing to give in my bones. Better than my master......"

Qin Shou muttered, his mind flashed back to the day when he had his first meal at the God of Cooking, he didn't eat anything that day, he owed the God of Kitchen countless money, and was finally deducted from doing odd jobs to pay back. Looking at this kind old woman again, Qin Shou shook his head, and contentedly took a large bucket of spicy soup to the side to drink.

Meng Po didn't seem to care about this rabbit, in fact, all her spirit was on this rabbit, and Qin Shou's eyes had been changing complicatedly as the rabbit drank more and more Meng Po soup, at first she sneered with bad intentions, then surprised, then stunned, and finally saw the rabbit holding the bucket and drinking happily, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but in the end it calmed down.

Qin Shou didn't know what Meng Po was thinking, but leaned on the railing very comfortably, drank Hu spicy soup, and looked at the countless ghosts surging in the river, at this moment, he saw that there seemed to be some shadow in the river, it seemed to be the shadow of the bridge under his feet, so he began to look carefully, but the river was tumbling like mud, and the reflection was almost invisible, and he didn't see clearly what the reflection was for a long time.

At the same time, Meng Po filled another bowl of Meng Po soup and handed it to the new ghost, who saw Meng Po and asked, "What is this?"

Meng Po said lightly: "Drink." ”

The ghost snorted, raised his head and drank it, and at that moment tears slipped from the corners of the ghost's eyes, and then the ghost with a painful look on his face calmed down, and then looked at Meng Po with a blank face, and asked, "Where am I?"

Meng Po pointed behind her and said, "Go over, you will know when you pass." ”

The ghost snorted, and walked forward, walking, glancing at the rabbit who was squatting beside him and drinking, and his brow furrowed, as if he was wondering why the rabbit did not go forward.

The bridge is so long that you can't see the end at a glance. More than 100 meters later, the bridge was swallowed up by darkness, and no one knew what was connected behind the bridge, and no one knew what kind of world was on the other side of the river at their feet.