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Chapter 117 Meng Po, Too Much Soup (7)

After returning to the underworld, she lived a life of rice bugs again.

Make soup every three days, and lie down on the rocking chair in the house for a light sleep after the soup is finished.

Po Meng is probably the ghost with the least workload in the underworld, and the other ghosts look at her with envy and jealousy.

Only there is no hatred, why, because they don't know how to make soup!
It's not that no one wants to replace Po Meng's position.They even stole the recipe of Mengpo soup, but every time the boiled stuff was black, not to mention washing away the ghost's memory, even drinking it was hard to eat.

After countless failures, the ghosts gave up their thoughts.

Gu Qian dismissed these small actions they made in front of her eyes, and she even leaked the secret recipe of Meng Po Tang herself.

She really hopes that there will be one more person in the underworld who can cook soup to take her place, so that she does not have to be bound to this corner of the world.

She really wanted to go out and visit this world, but every time she was so pissed off by this group of trash.

Can't make a simple soup!I was blind to the formula she gave.

Spring goes and autumn comes, oh, forgot, there are no four seasons in the underworld.

Some have only the endless night, and the only color is the Bana flower blooming under the Naihe Bridge.

Gu Qian stretched Su Shuang's waist, looked at the kid who was seriously distributing soup, blinked, and stood behind him with a teleport.

The kid had just handed out a bowl of soup and turned around to get it. He was startled and screamed when the enlarged version of his face suddenly appeared.

Even though this face is naturally delicate and beautiful, it is still very scary to appear suddenly.

He patted his chest and cried, "Sister Meng Po, why don't you say anything."

Gu Qian looked at him seriously, "Squeak—"

Kid: "..."

Well, he was scared and forgot, this man has always been shameless.

The little ghost walked around her and handed a bowl of soup to the ghosts in line.

Gu Qian reluctantly followed behind him.

When the kid takes a step, she will follow suit.

Unable to bear it any longer, he finally stood still and looked back at him aggrievedly, with teary eyes, "Sister, have I offended you?"

"No." Gu Qian blinked innocently.

Kid: "Then why have you been following me?" Very scary, okay...

Gu Qian thought for two seconds, and said, "Because I'm free."

Kid: "..."

He felt a [-]-point crit hit physically and mentally.

Seeing his unlovable appearance, Gu Qian smiled, her depressed mood melted away, and she stopped teasing him.

She leaned on the table and said to the little ghost: "I'm going to play in the world for a few days, please help me take care of my house."

The kid immediately nodded excitedly, "No problem."

That impatient expression seemed to wish to drive Gu Qian out now.

Gu Qian touched her chin sadly. When did she become so annoying?sad.

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When she came to the world again, she didn't run around, but chose to land at the place where the little mute was thrown away.

The old locust tree is still the same old locust tree, but the branches are more dense.

Gu Qian sat on the branch, shaking her legs once and for all.

Just like back then, the entrance of the small alley is still noisy.

But the old beggar who was bullied back then became a little beggar.

Those who bullied the little beggar were a group of neatly dressed children. They held small stones in their hands and kept throwing them at the little beggar.

The little beggar wanted to run away, but the older boy grabbed him and threw him against the wall.

The small body fell to the ground along the corner of the wall, making a loud noise.

The children were so happy to watch, they giggled and laughed non-stop, and their bullying actions became more and more ruthless.

Gu Qian frowned as she looked at it. Do humans nowadays even have the conscience of children?

(End of this chapter)