Fishing beauties play with fire online

Chapter 40

White porridge

"Then, Luoshen doesn't know?" Luo Qing seemed to be listening to a book or an opera.

Luo Qing thought that the steamed stuffed bun shop Ling Yufeng mentioned was the kind at the entrance of the university campus, with only one window and one door selling steamed stuffed buns.

Unexpectedly, after leaving Yuansheng, Lin Lingyufeng actually parked the car in the most prosperous alley and back street in Jiangcheng.

At the corner of the back street, it is really an ancient attic with unique decoration.

The red lacquer roof is placed in a group of square buildings, which is particularly eye-catching.

Luo Qing looked up, and there was an imposing horizontal plaque hanging in the middle of the second floor of the attic with big characters [Jiangcheng No. [-] Maojia Steamed Bun Shop].

"Everything dares to be called No. [-] in Jiangcheng nowadays." Luo Qing looked at the words on the plaque and smiled lightly.

"Not counting the present, the words on the plaque were inscribed by a literati friend of the owner in the Qing Dynasty." Ling Yufeng seemed to have only noticed the first two words in Luo Qing's words.

"Qing Dynasty? Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties?" Luo Qing stuck out her tongue: The shopkeeper is still alive.

"Well. It's been more than 200 years. If you have time, you can add another history class." Ling Yufeng was expressionless.

Luo Qing glanced at him, thinking that this face was more handsome when he was silent.

It was only around 06:30 early in the morning, and there was already a long queue at the entrance of the first floor of Baozipu.

Luo Qing glanced at the labels all over the wall.

[Only sell 300 meat buns per day]

[Limited buns please order one month in advance]

"Have you made a reservation? Can we be in line?" The delicious steamed stuffed bun sniffed his nose.

Ling Yufeng shook his head, "You don't need to queue up to eat at the store."

Luo Qing smacked her tongue, not understanding very well, "Then why don't all the people in line go to the store to eat?"

"The store is not open at this time." Ling Yufeng stood at the door of the store with his hands crossed on his chest.

Luo Qing: "..." I don't even bother to roll my eyes at you.

Fortunately, I didn't roll my eyes, and the two folding wooden doors suddenly opened.A chef with a high hat and a happy face came out from inside.

"Ling," the high-hat chef said just now, and changed his words again, "I have reserved a place for the two of you, please come inside."

Luo Qing: Didn't they not open the door?

The high-hat chef was very enthusiastic, entertained them both, and took off his hat to greet the crowd queuing outside.

Luo Qing heard the bustling people outside the door shouting about Master Mao, and some calling for autographs, it seemed like a huge fan group of guards of honor, it sounded so lively.

"Mao Yunfei is a very famous cook. He often shows his face on TV. Now he doesn't serve private meals. He will only show his face when foreign ministers come to call him." Ling Yufeng said a few words casually. Brag up a very remarkable figure.

However, Luo Qing looked back at the chef with the high hat, and stood respectfully behind the delivery man, scratching his hat back and forth, and after hesitating, he said, "Comrade delivery man, please go upstairs."

Puchi——Luo Qing really thought this title was fresh and interesting, and couldn't help being happy.

Ling Yufeng went upstairs, waved his hands and said, "Don't be so awkward. He already knows about Luo Qing."

Luo Qing: What do I know? ?

Lao Mao: Does Luo Qing know? ?

The two people following behind looked at each other.

This was really embarrassing for the old Mao who followed behind.

As soon as the door was closed, he narrowed his cat's eyes and asked politely, "Luo Qing, I think Ling Wang's expression is not right, did he hurt the demon liver again?"

"Shut up, old Mao!" Ling Yufeng in front suddenly shouted.

The two were startled.

Luo Qing didn't quite understand, but seeing that the chef with a high hat was already sweating, he didn't ask any further questions.

Lao Mao is a famous chef, and he is used to taking care of customers in the catering industry. He couldn't bear to be silent. He was good at observing words and demeanor. Seeing Luo Qing's gentle face, he was not as cold as Luo Shen once was, so he asked with a smile, "Luo Qing, what are you doing?" Are you willing to forgive King Ling?"

forgive? ?Luo Qing opened her eyes wide, before he could speak.

With a bang, a fireball fell from above. If it weren't for Lao Mao, he would have been burned by the fireball a few times.

Luo Qing saw that the fireball was about to fall to the ground, could the wooden stairs of this century-old store withstand a raging fire? ?

Luo Qing, who didn't show his abilities in front of others, stretched out his hand, and a small and beautiful white cloud supported the fireball.

In a blink of an eye, the clouds turned into water droplets and extinguished the small fireball.

"Luo Qing, it seems that the shadow demon's liver has taken effect, and the power of frost condensation can be controlled." Old Mao saw that Luo Qing's power of frost condensation was as freely used as that of Luoshen back then, he was happy for Luo Qing, Once I forgot, I obviously talked too much.

In order to prevent the next rocket launcher from being thrown over again, Luo Qing stood directly in front of the high-hat chef, "Ling Yufeng, if you don't let people talk, just explain clearly, what should I know?"

"Luo Qing knows that I am the Demon King, and he is Luoshen." Ling Yufeng replied solemnly.

Luo Qing and Lao Mao opened their mouths halfway: Lao Mao is good at talking, so he pulled Ling Yufeng's chair and sat next to Luo Qing without asking him for instructions.

"Luo Qing, you may not remember me. Here in the world, I am the cook named Mao Yunfei. King Ling calls me Lao Mao." This time Lao Mao simply looked at Luo Qing, introduced himself decently, half bent over, He stretched out his hand to shake hands with Luo Qing.

"I'm hungry. Eat." Ling Yufeng stared straight at Lao Mao with a pair of piercing eyes, and he was on the verge of sparks.

Lao Mao was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hands. He was used to shaking hands with radio reporters and Internet celebrity fans every day. In order to cover up his unnaturalness, he quickly rubbed his hands together. Xing said: "He is violent and fierce."

Luo Qing was teased by Lao Mao, covering her mouth and laughing blatantly.

Lao Mao didn't dare to laugh, he still looked at Luo Qing with a pleasing expression, "I'm a reborn cat demon. I can't help you much, Luo Qing, if you want to eat, come to the store anytime. Luo Shen also came to me once here."

And the reborn demon? ?

Luo Qing was very willing to talk to Lao Mao, but when he looked under the high hat, there was a handsome and steady face in his thirties, he couldn't say "Old Mao" this time.

"Master Mao, did I come here often? Then what did I eat before?"

"This……"

Seeing Lao Mao hesitated, with a troubled expression on his face, Luo Qing urged, "I'm hungry. Today I will eat what I used to eat."

Lao Mao looked up and saw King Ling nodded, so he got up to prepare.

"Has this shop appeared in your dreams?" Ling Yufeng asked suddenly.

"No. There was only a pool of black water in the dream. We," Luo Qing said halfway, lowering his eyes.

Ling Yufeng was calm, "Luo Qing, that pool of black water is Wu Ling Pond, we often heal our wounds in the pool. I never did anything with you in the pool that would make you blush."

Luo Qing put his hands on his chin, really couldn't understand, this person in front of him never told him things that should be explained clearly, but there are some things that can really choke people to death just by opening his mouth.

us?healing?Luo Qing could only catch the key words by herself.It seems that even the demon king will be injured.

"Ling Yufeng, just now Master Mao asked you if you hurt your demon liver. Are you hurt?" Luo Qing looked at Ling Yufeng's face, he couldn't tell what his face was like, but he could only see that this face was not willing to Talk to him a lot.

"Luo Qing, I told you that I am a very powerful demon. Don't think too much, dinner is coming." Ling Yufeng waved his hand at Lao Mao.

The two bowls arrived, quickly enough.

"Rice soup?" Luo Qing looked at the clear soup with little water in the bowl.Finally came to Baozi shop, but there is only a bowl of rice soup? ?

Ling Yufeng didn't speak, but lowered his head, picked up the spoon and started to drink the soup.

Lao Mao put down the rice soup, respectfully as if he was explaining a table full of Chinese people, "Yes, every time Luoshen used to come to my place, he only drank a bowl of rice soup. It's just,"

Speaking of this, Lao Mao looked at Ling Yufeng who was drinking soup with his head down.

"Master Mao, you don't need to pay attention to him, you don't need to look at his expression when explaining a bowl of soup. If you don't finish talking, I won't drink it." Luo Qing didn't move the spoon.

"It's just that Luoshen used to come only once every few months. Every time, he was full of dust. King Ling," Lao Mao still looked at King Ling.

But Ling Yufeng didn't pay attention to Lao Mao at all this time, and didn't seem to be listening to them.

He glanced out the latticed window.The sun outside seemed to be spraying, and suddenly the light became more intense. It was clearly early morning, and it was already scorching hot like noon.

"Old Mao, you guard Luo Qing. Don't go anywhere. I'll go out for a while." After speaking, the lattice window was pushed, and the person jumped out.

"He's gone. You just said, what happened to King Ling?" Luo Qing knocked on the table with his index finger, finally Ling Yufeng was not there, he was very interested in Lao Mao's story.

Lao Mao moved the chair forward, and moved his body forward. The two of them were on the same mind, and finally the fierce one was gone, and they could talk freely.

"King Ling always uses real fire to cook porridge for Luoshen. Every time Luoshen sees the same bowl of clear porridge with only a few grains of rice in front of you."

"What about the reality?" Luo Qing asked.

"Actually, before Luoshen came, King Ling would guard an iron pot for cooking porridge and warm it with a real fire whenever he had time. At that time, the God Realm was in turmoil, and the demon world was not peaceful. No matter where King Ling came back from, The first thing to do is to make porridge. Every time I see him leaning against the table when he is tired. So, everyone often comes to me to look for King Ling.” Lao Mao said heart-warming words, but it was not Not a happy tone.

"Master Mao, what is real fire?" Luo Qing often heard "real fire", and he finally took the opportunity to ask.

"Ling Wang is a fire demon, and fire transportation is a common skill. But when encountering a big demon and evil god, ordinary flames are useless. Ling Wang's real fire is to consume the demon's liver and demon power. His real fire is said to be able to burn Once you enter the Great Hall of the God Realm, you can also fight the Sea God in the water, and usually a real fire can directly burn the big monster into a demon liver. But it is not endless."

"He cooks the porridge with a real fire because it heats up quickly?" Luo Qing was suddenly a little annoyed, thinking that Ling Wang was a complete fool.

"Porridge cooked on real fire can add invisible mana to the porridge. King Ling's monster power is too strong, so he can only cook it slowly. The longer he cooks, the better Luoshen can absorb it."

"Then, doesn't he know Luoshen?" Luo Qing seemed to be listening to a book or a play, and felt that the Luoshen in the story had nothing to do with him.

"Well, I'm not very clear about the matter between them. I saw Luoshen get angry with King Ling a few times and overturn the bowl here." Lao Mao also noticed the strange movement outside the lattice window while talking.

Luo Qing: It's a pity.

"Luo Qing, King Ling hasn't come back, why do I feel that something is wrong outside the window, can I go out and have a look?"

Lao Mao opened the lattice window, and before Luo Qing could speak, he seemed to be sucked away by a powerful light source outside the window, his face twisted before he could turn into a cat body, his hands and feet folded from the narrow lattice window Li was dragged out.

Slap.The lattice windows were closed again.

too fast.

Luo Qing was still sitting on the chair, the two bowls of rice soup in front of him were still steaming, and he looked around the empty room.

The house is facing west, but it is bright and full of light.

Luo Qing walked to the lattice window and was about to open it when she heard someone coming in behind her.

"Luo Qing, what do you want to do?" The voice was calm but familiar.

Luo Qing slowly turned her face away.

The author says:

It's the weekend, and another chapter will come tonight.