The system said in a tone that you are an idiot: "The reason why it takes so long to cook the porridge is because the materials used in the Wuyan Laba porridge are not from your world. It is very troublesome to cook it with ordinary fire. But since you don't have to hide your magical power,
, just ask Honghai'er to add some ingredients, and the speed of cooking porridge will naturally increase greatly! You still have most of the night, why don't you just change the pot of porridge and cook it again? "
When Fang Zheng heard this, he slapped his bald head, right? It was just a matter of exchanging a pot of porridge! Fortunately, he was still thinking about that!
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng was suddenly startled, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, he clasped his hands together, and said silently: "If one pot of porridge doesn't work, just change it to another pot. This is the case with everything in the world! Before, the poor monk thought too much.
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At this moment, Fang Zheng completely thought about it. The magical power is like a new pot of porridge. Being low-key is low-key, but there is no need to dodge. The world does not know that there is a hell, so it is arrogant and fearless. Now that he is here, then, hell, bliss
The world must be recreated! He wants to establish some rules for the evil people in this world... and replace the bad porridge in this world with a good one!
Fang Zheng asked Lone Wolf to inform Honghai'er about the change of porridge, while he returned to the delivery room refreshed and fell asleep.
The people outside were already excited because of Fang Zheng's commotion. They were sitting by the bonfire one by one, boasting, talking about mountains, and saliva flying all over the sky. It was as if it was not Fang Zheng who had just flown into the sky, but them.
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While everyone was chatting, someone suddenly said: "Hey, Master Jingxin is cooking!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately looked over subconsciously. Fangzheng Living Buddha could brag about his awesomeness for a lifetime, but eating Laba porridge might only happen once, so they were more concerned about the survival of Laba porridge.
As a result, I saw Hong Haier pouring the porridge from the big pot into a huge wooden bucket, and then pouring pot after pot into it...
When everyone was about to say something, suddenly their eyes lit up, and they breathed the air greedily!
"Hiss...it smells so good!" Song Ergou exclaimed, "This is even more fragrant than last year's!"
"Who just said that the boiling water in this pot comes from water? Damn it, if this is water, then what do I usually drink? Horse urine?"
"Why do I feel that what I usually drink is worse than horse urine?" Someone burst into tears.
Many people actually resonated with it...
At this moment, Song Ergou rushed forward first. He was a clever man. When he saw Red Boy pouring out the porridge, he immediately got into his thoughts and ran over to ask: "Master Jingxin, is our porridge cooked?"
Okay? Look...can you give me a bowl?"
While he was talking, Song Ergou had already handed over the washbasin in his hand.
When everyone saw this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they all yelled at Song Er for being a thief. At the same time, they stretched their necks and tensed their thighs. As long as the red boy nodded, they rushed over immediately! If they can't grab the first place, they can grab it.
A second place is fine! Worst case, you still have to have some porridge to drink!
Everyone knows that there are a lot of nine big black pots, but there are more people waiting here to drink porridge! Want to drink porridge? If you don’t show some desperate posture, you may not be able to drink it!
However……
"It's done, but the porridge is ruined. Master asked the poor monk to take the pot of porridge and cook it again," said Hong Hai'er.
When everyone heard this, they immediately became anxious! The porridge that was so fragrant was said to have been cooked bad? Should it be re-cooked? This monk must be too wasteful!
"Master Jingxin, I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and I have never smelled such fragrant porridge. It is so delicious, and you still say it was cooked badly. You are just not giving the cooks a chance to survive." A tourist shouted.
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"That's right, Master Jingxin, I'm just learning to be a cook. I'm not bragging, I'm a top-notch chef at the best Songwu Restaurant in Songwu County. I thought I could be considered a figure in Songwu County, but today I saw
The porridge you cooked, I suddenly felt that what I cooked was bullshit... I know that the monks at Yizhi Temple all like to be modest, and our Chinese virtue is also modest, but when you are humble, can you give your colleagues a way to survive?"
A man with a big face and thick neck complained bitterly.
But after hearing his complaint, everyone didn't know why, but they always found it particularly funny.
"Master Jingxin, are you kidding? Such a fragrant porridge, can you call it bad? If you dislike it, why not give it to me." Song Ergou didn't believe it at all. The Laba porridge he ate last year had almost the same taste, even if it's this year's.
Almost, it is also top-notch food! You don’t have too much of this stuff, if you keep it at home, it will be the treasure of your shop! Are you still worried that your farmhouse will have no business in the future?
The others were not fools, and immediately followed: "That's right, Master Jingxin, I think this porridge is quite good, if not, you can give it to us."
Hong Hai'er looked at everyone with a look like, "Your porridge is clearly cooked, but you won't let us eat it, and lied to us that it was cooked bad." He suddenly felt infinitely aggrieved. It was also the first time he experienced Fang Zheng's kind of saying.
It feels like no one believes the truth anymore. This is really a blessing!
But everyone is right. Since the porridge is cooked to waste, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal to give some to others...
So Red Boy said: "You guys wait a minute. I'll ask my tutor. If my tutor agrees, then I'll give it to everyone."
Everyone nodded repeatedly, and then looked expectantly at Hong Boy who turned to leave.
"Master, this is the situation, you see..." Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng thought for a while and said: "We can't eat these Laba porridge if we keep them. It's not a problem to share some with them. But the quantity of these porridges is limited and must be passed through. We can't make bad porridge endlessly, right? And, come on
There are so many people here, and so many people come with basins, I’m afraid there won’t be enough points...”
Honghai'er said: "Yes, that's why I didn't dare to agree. Master, if you pay more attention, what do you think we should do?"
Fang Zheng touched his chin and said with a smile: "Don't they think we are lying? Then tell them that those who receive these porridges will not be able to receive tomorrow's porridge. Choose one of the two, not more than one!"
When Hong Hai'er heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded quickly: "Just do it!"
So the red boy ran away in a hurry.
At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, Yizhi Village.
"Police, police! Over here! Police uncle, help! I'm freezing to death! Is there anyone in charge?" Fang Kui shouted to two passing police cars.
The police stopped slowly, and a female police officer jumped out of the car first. Then she looked at Fang Kui with a strange face and asked: "What are you doing? Tie yourself up? And call the police yourself? You're like this in winter,
Are you kidding us? Let me tell you, it is illegal to file a false police report!"