Half an hour later, Po Qinglan patted his belly and said happily: "It's great! I'm finally three cents full."
"Three minutes full?" Ye Feng fell to the ground.
Eighty-nine people ate for more than a hundred people, and Po Qinglan actually said that he was only three-thirds full?
What made people vomit blood the most was that the Demon King said: "The warm-up is over, I want to start eating..."
After hearing these words, Ye Feng was already on the ground unable to move.
"That's enough! Stop it!" Ye Feng yelled, "There are no more ingredients in the kitchen!"
“Ingredients ````````”
"I'll buy it!"
"I'm going!"
"I'll go"
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Po Qinglan and others scrambled to raise their hands.
Ye Feng: "`````````"
Have these people heard the important point? The important point is, stop it in moderation!
Looking at the disappearing figures of Po Qinglan and others, Ye Feng instantly felt like he wanted to die.
Can you imagine a person cooking breakfast from morning till night?
When the Demon King and the others handed over the two space rings slowly to Ye Feng, Ye Feng realized that these goods had actually looted all the fish and meat shops in the entire Free City.
"You guys are too scary. I want Jingjing. Don't ask me who Jingjing is!" Ye Feng waved his hand.
"Xiao Feng, you have time to calm down after you're done! Look, everyone is waiting to eat!" Po Qinglan tugged at the corner of Ye Feng's clothes.
When Ye Feng turned around, he saw the expectant looks in everyone's eyes, even Murong Xiner was no exception.
"You are too dark and cruel`````````"
Ye Feng wiped away his tears, got into the kitchen, and began the long journey of making dumplings again.
Do this for a day and a night.
When the old monsters like the Demon King finished eating what thousands of people could eat, they finally went to bed with satisfaction. Ye Feng, on the other hand, lay in the kitchen tired and didn't want to move.
"I will never make breakfast again, I swear`````````"
Within a day, many guests asked for food and accommodation, but they were all rejected by Po Qinglan and others. There were also a few who had a tough attitude, but after seeing the aura of the Demon King, they all turned around and ran away.
The City of Freedom, in Prince Cheng's Mansion.
A man with a red body was sitting on top with a frown on his face, and a subordinate below was constantly reporting something.
"You said, Laifu and the others disappeared inexplicably?" the red man asked strangely.
"Yes, there was no warning at all. The inn is now run by a few young people I have never seen before, and strangely, they are not open for business." The subordinate said truthfully.
"Oh? That's a bit strange to say!" The red man thought for a while: "You should keep an eye on that inn."
"Yes, Master Chisheng!" the subordinate responded, and then retreated.
"Did he disappear?" Chi Sheng licked his lower lip: "Isn't this old guy trying to play some tricks?"
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Ye Feng slipped out of the door. For no other reason than if these ghosts asked him to cook breakfast for another day, wouldn't they drive him crazy?
In the Free City in the early morning, the air is exceptionally fresh, and your spiritual power is strong. Even if you don't cultivate deliberately, your cultivation will slowly increase.
After just two days here, Ye Feng felt that there were signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation.
There are not many days left to face the Lord of the Nine Realms. Ye Feng plans to use these few days to improve his cultivation. As much as he can improve.
The bustling market in the upper realm is similar to that in the lower realm. Some people with low cultivation levels have come out to set up stalls early, but the things they sell are all kinds of strange.
Ye Feng was walking around and came to the city gate unknowingly.
There was a large group of people gathered around the city gate making noisy noises, as if something had happened.
Ye Feng walked over curiously and found that a large sect seemed to be recruiting people. Ye Feng had only seen this kind of formation during the selection of the Holy See of the Moon in the lower realm.
Just as he was about to leave, a familiar figure suddenly caught Ye Feng's attention.
This man was dressed in tatters and had many holes in his shoes. He looked like a beggar. Although Ye Feng couldn't recognize who he was just by looking at his back, he was certain that he definitely knew him. Absolutely!
"Give way, give way." Ye Feng squeezed forward.
The beggar-like man was already lined up in the crowd for the test, and of course Ye Feng wanted to go up and have a look.
"Why are you so crowded? Can you queue up properly?" the people in front complained.
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry! I have a friend in front, and he helped me occupy the queue!" Ye Feng explained sincerely, while pointing at the little beggar.
"Sick!" the man muttered.
But Ye Feng ignored him and continued to push forward.
"Who could it be? Why does he look so familiar?" Ye Feng felt more and more familiar as he looked. This person must be very close to him, otherwise he wouldn't feel this way.
"Hey!" Ye Feng couldn't help shouting as he finally squeezed in beside the little beggar.
"brush--"
An enlarged version of his face appeared in front of Ye Feng.
Ye Feng pinched his arm hard. I couldn't be dreaming, but the real pain kept reminding Ye Feng that this was not a dream.
"Little brother! Why are you here!" The little beggar's eyes were as big as soybeans and he shouted in surprise.
"Fuck!" Ye Feng suddenly had the urge to turn around and run away.
"Soybeans? Soybeans actually appeared in the upper world? I must not have woken up. I must be `````````"
"Little brother!" Doudou sobbed twice: "It's really great to see you here!"
"Wait, wait, are you a soybean?" Ye Feng still couldn't believe it.
"It's me! Little brother, it's really me!" Doudou wiped his face and straightened his messy hair: "Look, isn't it?"
The small soybean-like eyes, the flat nose bridge, the extremely asymmetrical cheeks, and the Northeastern accent all indicate that Ye Feng is a soybean.
"Wait a minute, I said Dou! Did I owe you something in my previous life or something? How could you appear in the upper world?" Ye Feng felt like he wanted to cry without tears.
"What does it mean that the soul of an enemy is still alive? This is called the soul of an enemy that is still alive. This is fate!"
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The emergence of soybeans not only adds to the fun, but also has important uses later.
