Classic Villain Rescue Station

Zhong Dajiang was a little pessimistic: "I admit that your move is good, the question is how do you let him eat it."

Luo Wei said indifferently: "Aren't you eating and drinking outside? Just find a plate of food, a bottle of wine, and add some ingredients, isn't it a piece of cake?"

Zhong Dajiang said: "The problem is that all the dishes have been served, and what's more, that guy doesn't seem to drink at all."

Luo Wei frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly he felt blessed: "By the way, what's the point of simply eating and drinking."

Zhong Dajiang wondered: "What do you want?"

Luo Wei bared his teeth and smiled: "Have you ever seen the sideshow in a restaurant that goes with the food?"

Di Ting wondered, "What is that?"

Luo Wei said to Zhong Dajiang: "You can explain to him later, we divide the work, you are responsible for making him cry, I will go and see what else can be done in the kitchen." After finishing speaking, he hurried back .

The palace guard who had informed him before was still guarding the door. Luo Wei asked him to find out where the kitchen was, and hurried to the kitchen again.

When Luo Wei entered the kitchen, almost all the chefs in the huge place had run away, leaving only a 21-year-old boy standing in front of the stove, frying pancakes in oil.

As soon as Luo Wei entered the door, the other party had already seen him, quickly waved his hand, and put away the green fire until it was only the size of a small bean, and ran to him with a nod and bow: "Lord Dianwei, do you have any orders?"

Luo Wei cleared his throat with his hands behind his back, and said solemnly: "What about people, it's not over outside, why did they run away?"

The young man continued to smile: "Isn't the dishes all ready, so the chefs have gone to rest."

"Hmph, but many guests said they didn't enjoy their meal, what should we do now?"

"This, that, or, I'll call someone for you!"

"No need, and you don't need to serve any big dishes. You can just prepare whatever you want."

"But the little one is just a helper."

Luo Wei walked to the stove as if inspecting: "Hey, this pancake was fried well, you prepared quite a lot!"

The old man blushed: "This is an extra meal for the stewards and palace guards later."

"Isn't it too dry to eat pancakes as an extra meal?"

The young man pointed to the big iron bucket in the corner: "There is freshly made soybean milk in it, and it's still warm!"

Luo Wei looked at the pancakes and then at the soymilk, that's all there is to it, so he said, "What's your name?"

The young man was a little shy: "My name is Huang Dou."

"Soybeans, no wonder they grind soymilk!"

"It's not that Dou. My father's surname is Huang, and my mother's surname is Dou."

"Your surname is Huang, too, so you're a branch of the Huang family!"

"Yes, it's just that the relationship is very far away."

Luo Wei patted him on the shoulder: "Huang Dou, I've requisitioned this barrel of soy milk, including pancakes, and fried the rest quickly."

Huang Dou's expression was very tangled: "It's not good to give this to the distinguished guests!"

"Could it be that your craftsmanship is too poor, and the food is unpalatable?"

"That's not true. I got into the kitchen of Dare Da Fu Dian by virtue of my pancake and soy milk skills."

"That's all right, hurry up!"

When the fritters were almost fried, Zhong Dajiang brought a bottle with a capacity of about 200ml to find it, and a small half of the bottle was filled with a colorless transparent liquid.

Luo Wei's head was full of black lines: "I wonder if Di Ting has been drained by you, these are almost 100ml!"

Zhong Dajiang shook the bottle: "It seems to be a little too much, no wonder he ran away in anger, and didn't even care about the good show behind."

Luo Wei has already divided several small cups from the whole bucket of soy milk, took the bottle in Zhong Dajiang's hand, and gestured to one of the cups: "How much do you think you need to add to it?"

Zhong Dajiang thought for a while: "That Kadir doesn't seem to be a good person, so I guess I should put more of it."

"Then I'll pay half of it!"

Zhong Dajiang was taken aback when he heard the words, and before he could speak, a clear female voice came over: "Do you want him to be destroyed?"

Seeing Luo Wei giggling, Huang Shi became furious. With a wave of his hand, a row of palace guards filled the kitchen, and the group of people picked up their trays and planned to go out.

Luo Wei hurriedly stopped: "Don't, in order to arouse the interest of the enemy, I even thought up a show for the last dessert!"

Huang Shi looked him up and down: "You still rehearsed the show?"

Luo Wei was a little embarrassed: "It's nothing, just sing a related song to brighten the atmosphere."

Huang Shi seemed a little interested: "Why don't you try singing first!"

Facing the interested Huang Shi, Zhong Dajiang, and a row of palace guards behind them, plus Huang Dou who was huddled in a corner watching the play, Luo Wei suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Well, it's just singing nonsense. .”

Zhong Dajiang fanned the flames from the side: "You don't dare to perform here, and when you go out later, won't you be even more uncomfortable with so many people outside?"

After a lot of mental construction, Luo Wei finally made up his mind to start singing: "Drinking pure white soy milk is pure white romance. Looking at your cute face and your innocent appearance...you say I am like a pancake, it is very Simple but beautiful, I know you and I are like soybean milk pancakes, the taste will be the best if we eat together..."

All the palace guards were covered with black lines. They looked at the soy milk and pancakes in their hands, unable to complain: This song really fits the theme!But shouldn't soy milk be served with fried dough sticks?
Luo Wei was anxiously waiting for the evaluation, but only waited for the palace guards to leave in line, Zhong Dajiang's eyes, and Huang Shi's "save it" evaluation.She also unscrewed the bottle containing the Tears of Truth, and took out about 1 milliliter from the air, and it condensed into a thin piece like the Tianshan Child Elder's Life and Death Talisman, and after sticking to her palm, she said: "This alone is enough That's enough, leave it to me to administer the medicine later! As for your song, find a place where no one is around to entertain yourself!"

Luo Wei was a little confused by their reaction. In his plan, shouldn't he perform at the front to attract attention, and Zhong Dajiang "poison" by playing tricks at the back?When she reacted, she couldn't help but feel angrily, and complained to Huang Dou who slipped over: "What does she mean? Does she think my idea is bad, or does this song seem inappropriate?!"

Huang Dou expressed his position weakly: "I think Miss Ten simply dislikes your bad singing, that's all!"

………………

The palace guards went back and forth between the main hall and the kitchen several times before they completely finished serving the pancakes and soybean milk.

When Luo Wei returned angrily, he happened to see Huang Shi, the second uncle of the Huang family leading the candidate Huang Xin, an old man from the Wei family leading Wei Zhang, and an old lady from the Zhang family leading Zhang Minyue, who were talking to Huang Wu. , Deacon Kadir and the man in the black cloak confront each other.Not far away, Zhong Dajiang pretended to be humble and waited for orders, while watching a good show.

Luo Wei leaned over and stood in a row with him, and they both stood in the same posture.As soon as he stood still, before he could hear what Huang Shi had said, he saw that Wei Zhang, who had been bewildered before, finally looked normal after receiving Huang Shi's cold stare, and tried his best to help He said: "The deacon came from a long way. Since it is inconvenient to drink alcohol, please try our specialties. This, uh, soybean coffee, and the coffee you usually drink over there are all made from ground beans."

Deacon Kadir hesitated: "But, why is it this color and smells weird?"

Huang Shi continued to fool around: "The varieties are different. There are white bread and black bread. White bread is of higher quality. It's a rare opportunity. It would be a pity not to try it."

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The people on the side looked at the two fools who were singing and singing together. Although Huang Wu was very disdainful of their behavior, he only treated them as foreigners who didn't understand anything, but he still paid attention to it a little bit. There was indeed nothing wrong with the contents of the cup.

But what he never expected was that the moment Deacon Kadir picked up the cup from the tray, the slice of Wangchuan Zhenshui, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, turned into filaments invisible to the naked eye and penetrated into the cup for an instant. fusion.

He took a sip, smashed his mouth, took another sip, and then frowned: "This thing has a beany smell and a weird taste. I'm sorry, it really doesn't suit my taste."

Luo Wei said softly: "Is this possible?"

Zhong Dajiang also lowered his voice inarticulately: "Alright!"

During the whole process, the two old men and one old lady who were following behind all looked impatient, and it was the second uncle of the Huang family who was the first to lose his temper: "Ten girls, I have eaten this meal too, old friends and new friends." The friendship has also been discussed, so it’s time to do something serious, don’t you want to just drag it on like this?”

The old lady of the Zhang family is no less irritable than this one: "Since you can't make the decision on your behalf, and there is no adult at home, we might as well ask Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to make a decision!"

Luo Wei secretly scolded the old woman for being very bad. If you want to say that Di Ting can still have a little bit of love with Yama of the Ten Temples, although the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva must stand on the standpoint of righteousness and fairness, he definitely hopes that they will cause chaos from within of.

After the uninvited guest was settled, Huang Shi relaxed a little, so he stretched out his hand to appease the melon-eaters who were eager to do something, cleared their throats and said, "Actually, my ninth brother already has a candidate for the interim king of the city." Make up your mind," she took the previous red-lacquered wooden box from a palace guard, lifted it casually, and suspended it in front of her body, "Seeing this box, most of you here should know what is in it." You know it well, the Metropolitan King ordered that anyone who can open the magic weapon box can manage the forces under the Metropolitan King’s jurisdiction on his behalf, and anyone who can obtain the approval of the divine weapon will be given by the Metropolitan King’s inheritance.”

The voice was loud and loud, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

In fact, the ten palaces of Yama in the Netherworld all have corresponding inherited artifacts, but after tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, the names of the artifacts have long been misnamed, and more of them are left with symbolic meanings.