Fang Yun, who had recovered his thoughts and successfully used the Five Elements Cultivation to quickly advance to a level, was in a good mood. After preparing some running items, he took Qianzun to the running without stopping.
Now that he has mastered the five elements, he has finally made the decision to participate in the next martial arts altar.
All in all, he hasn't appeared in the Martial Arts Altar for half a year.
Although it seems a little unpleasant to say, the sense of presence is something that sometimes really needs to be brushed. If you don’t brush it, you will be beaten to death on the beach by the waves in a short time.
And after nearly half a year has passed, although the miracles the Qiancheng family once created on the Martial God Altar are still unsurpassed, because they have been away from the stage for too long, the popularity of both Qiancheng Qianqiu and Qianqiu Qianren is constantly increasing.
In retreat.
Fortunately, this was the situation Fang Yun wanted to see.
The reason for this has been mentioned before, but after touching fish for several months, he can't help but feel a little itchy in his hands now, and he really wants to find someone to have a good fight to stretch his muscles.
However, it has only been two days since the end of the 11th Wushen Altar. If he wants to return to the Wushen Altar, he will have to wait at least nearly a month.
While thinking about how much he could do this month, he controlled Qianzun, ran to Changshou Village, received the task chain, and started running the task non-stop.
Time passed quickly as he kept running around.
As it got darker, Fang Yun, who had completed 300 rings for the Tiangong account and completed countless rounds of official missions, felt a little hungry, so he simply registered his account with the hosting assistant, left the study and went downstairs to cook.
This villa in Yefengtan is great, but there is only one thing that makes him feel a little inconvenient, that is, the house is too big, and every time he cooks, he has to run upstairs and downstairs.
There is no cure for lazy cancer, and as a late-stage patient with lazy cancer, Fang Yun is a typical type who can lie down and never sit. Asking him to go up and downstairs to cook and eat every day is almost like killing him.
Therefore, since he moved into Yefengtan, he has had dinner at school most of the time. If he is not at school, he will directly call his personal butler and have someone prepare a meal and deliver it to him. He rarely cooks by himself.
But today he planned to cook a good dinner for himself. Firstly, it was because he was in a good mood, and secondly, he had invested too much energy in the game during this period. Occasionally cooking a meal by himself can effectively relieve mental stress.
After working in the kitchen for a long time, Fang Yun made four dishes and one soup for himself. After finishing it, Fang Yun wanted to buy another bottle of red wine to pretend to be an upper class person. Unfortunately, he turned the house upside down and only found two bottles of Coke, so he had to make do.
It's used.
Sitting alone in the huge restaurant on the first floor, Fang Yun didn't feel lonely at all. He first poured himself a cup of Coke, then picked up his chopsticks and started eating happily.
"Ding dong, ding dong——"
But just when he was eating enthusiastically, he heard the doorbell at the entrance suddenly rang. He walked over to open the door and saw that Meng Ge was holding a plate in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. When he opened the door, he immediately revealed
A bright smile.
"Why are you here? And -"
Looking at Meng Ge who suddenly appeared at the door of his house with wine and food, Fang Yun couldn't help being stunned for a moment, pointing to the things on the plate in her right hand and asked: "What is this?"
"I haven't seen you for many days. As a neighbor, I have an obligation to come and care for you, right?"
Passing by Fang Yun and walking into the room, Meng Geqiong wrinkled her nose. When she smelled the aroma of the food, she turned around in surprise and asked, "Have you started eating?"
"Otherwise?"
Shaking his head, Fang Yun closed the door first and returned to the restaurant with her.
After arriving at the restaurant, Fang Yun was about to ask her if she wanted to eat together, but he saw Meng Ge put the plate in his hand on the dining table together with the red wine, pointed to the things on the plate and said to him: "I don't care, I have to spend money on this dish."
It took me several hours to make it, you have to eat it, and I'm still waiting for your evaluation."
"Well……"
Hearing what she said, Fang Yun looked at the piece of toast on the plate and couldn't help but ask: "How many hours did it take you for just such a piece of toast? Is your wheat freshly ground?"
"Huh, I don't know."
Seeing the disgust on his face, Meng Ge couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, "This is not some toast, this is a very famous foreign dish called Steak Wellington. It's delicious!"
“Beef Wellington…”
Hearing her explanation, Fang Yun's heart moved and he couldn't help blurting out: "Is it the same model as Sun Honglei?"
"??"
Facing his inexplicable inquiry, Meng Ge suddenly had questions in his head, not understanding what he meant at all.
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he also realized that he had made the same old habit again. He could only wave his hands and said: "Ahem...it's nothing. I heard that this dish is quite troublesome to make. I didn't expect you to be able to cook it. It's amazing."
ah."
"You have to at least try it to know whether it's serious or not."
Hearing this, Meng Ge did not rush to complain, but helped him cut the steak with his own hands, pushed it in front of him, handed him a knife and fork, and urged him expectantly: "Come on, try it quickly!"
Facing the expectant Meng Ge, Fang Yun didn't refuse, picked up a fork, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.
"Well?"
As a piece of steak entered his mouth, Fang Yun, who was not very fond of Western food, suddenly raised his eyebrows. He looked at Meng Ge in surprise and said, "Soft, crispy, and fragrant! That's okay, big girl. It's a pity that you can't be a cook with your skills."
!”
"Don't you say it's toast now?"
Seeing Fang Yun's extremely genuine reaction, Meng Ge immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw her humming: "But there is no need to be a cook, that's you. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be interested in doing it."
As she said that, she opened the red wine casually, went to the wine cabinet and took two glasses, poured them for Fang Yun and herself, and then sat down to eat the food Fang Yun had cooked.
She already knew that Fang Yun could cook. After all, this was not her first visit.
For Meng Ge, who is used to eating delicacies from all over the world, the taste of Fang Yun's dishes can only be said to be average, but she likes them very much. She eats them to the point of filling her intestines and stomach every time, making Fang Yun, the owner, often not full.
In this way, one of them had steak and the other had Chinese food. After changing glasses, the time soon came to around eight o'clock in the evening.
As the bottle of Latu was finished by the two of them, seeing that Meng Ge's eyes were a little blurry, Fang Yun ended the dinner in time, personally helped her back to the villa next door, and then returned to his home.
Although Meng Ge's visit surprised him, after drinking half a bottle of red wine and a whole piece of tender and crispy Wellington steak, Fang Yun felt that his whole person was obviously relaxed for a long time, and he separated the dining table and the kitchen.
After cleaning up, I went upstairs and returned to the study.
