Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 157

Tilapia.

The quantity is a bit much.

In order not to damage the environment, catch tilapia clean.

Not an easy task.

Face thousands of tilapia.

The problem is big.

It will take a long time to clean this fish pond.

"Yin Lei Feiyu likes to live in places with a lot of aquatic plants. They don't like to live in groups. When you encounter groups of tilapias, just give up."

"Look for a place with a lot of aquatic plants first."

"Also, you can't catch it like this, you have to use your brains, brains are a good thing."

At the dining table, Yu Xiaogang picked up tilapia, talking while eating.

"There are still a few days before the finals, you have to hurry up. Don't wait until the finals start, and you can't find Yin Lei Feiyu."

"One more thing, you need to pay attention. The appearance of Yinleifei fish is different from tilapia fish. If you look at it as tilapia fish, if you miss it, you can only start over."

"There are over [-] tilapias in the fish pond. If you don't use your brain, it's hard to find them."

"What I mean is, what you're doing today is downright stupid. There are so many hints, and it's up to you whether you understand it or not."

What Yu Xiaogang said was not wrong at all.

Mo Wentian also considered this issue.

If you don't think of a way and want to empty this fish pond, I'm afraid it will be the year of the monkey.

If you're lucky, you might meet him tomorrow.

but.

Bad luck?
I'm a person who doesn't like to rely on luck.

Although luck is also part of strength.

but.

I don't like gambling.I don't even like to be angry.

Gambling is a dead end.

Anyone with a little brain would not touch it.

The Friend incident is already a good case.

Reminded by Yu Xiaogang, Mo Wentian also figured it out, and realized that finding Yin Lei Feiyu does not rely on brute force, but a plan.

"You talk too much."

A sweet and pleasant voice sounded.

Bibi Dong couldn't stand it anymore.

"Eat as soon as you eat. Why are there so many words? If you don't eat, the food will be cold. Eat while it's hot."

"Come on. Little San, ask the sky."

"Try Master's Pork with Preserved Vegetables. Let me tell you how authentic Master's Pork with Preserved Vegetables is..."

Bibidong started talking about braised pork with preserved vegetables.

Mo Wentian and Tang San looked at each other.

The braised meat in the bowl doesn't look like the usual burnt black.

If it wasn't for the strong burnt smell, they all suspected that there was something wrong with this piece of meat.

If anyone saw it, it would definitely tell them to be more confident.

"what happened?"

Bibi Dong frowned, seeing that Mo Wentian and Tang San didn't move their chopsticks, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Let me tell you, it took me a whole morning to cook the meat with preserved vegetables. If you don't like it, don't even think about getting out of this door alive."

Bibi Dong's indifferent words, Chi Guoguo's threat.

Mo Wentian and Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang for help.

Bibi Dong also looked at Yu Xiaogang.

I saw Yu Xiaogang silently picked up a piece of buckle meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

The expression is calm and at ease, and the pupils of the eyes reveal the taste of happiness.

After chewing hard for a few mouthfuls, he swallowed the meat and said loudly: "It's delicious!"

Bibi Dong's attention turned back to Mo Wentian and Tang San.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang devouring happily, they mistakenly thought that this piece of braised pork was actually very delicious, just because of its bad appearance.

Otherwise, Yu Xiaogang would not have eaten so happily.

really.

Human vision is superficial.

Only see the outer beauty, but ignore the inner beauty.

"Ah" softly, Mo Wentian stuffed the meat in one gulp.

Tang San looked at Mo Wentian, as if waiting for Mo Wentian to react after eating.

Mo Wentian naturally noticed his gaze.

The so-called life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!
How could Mo Wentian disappoint Tang San?
I chew!I chew!chew!chew!
Don't ask me what this piece of braised pork tastes like.

That's the taste of first love!

You will shed tears of happiness.

"It's delicious! It's so delicious! Mistress, I've grown up so much, I've never eaten such delicious braised pork."

in fact.

Mo Wentian didn't feel that the braised meat was unpalatable.

just.

This braised meat reminded him of the past, old man Cao, and tears came when his heart tightened.

Tang San:"……"

Is it really that delicious?
He was a little incredulous, but... he had no reason not to eat.

When Tang San put the meat in his mouth, he almost didn't vomit.

He now understands a little bit why Mo Wentian has tears in the corners of his eyes.

In fact, he really thought too much.

The tears in the corners of Mo Wentian's eyes were not because of how unpalatable this piece of pork was.

"Delicious." Tang San had no choice but to say something against his will.

Bibi Dong immediately smiled, and said cheerfully: "Let me just say, Master's pickled vegetables and braised pork are the best. You are blessed, Master has decided..."

Yu Xiaogang coughed twice, interrupted Bibi Dong, and said, "Xiaodong, how can I ask you to come every day for rough work like cooking? Let me tell you, even if you want to, I won't give up."

"Xiao Gang..." Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang affectionately.

Yu Xiaogang said obligingly: "Cooking is what a man should do. A woman is only responsible for her beauty and beauty, and the other things are on me. This is the responsibility and responsibility that I should have as a man. .”

"Xiao Gang..." Bibi Dong was moved.

Yu Xiaogang continued: "Xiaodong, don't worry, I will take good care of you, no matter now or in the future. You are my favorite woman Yu Xiaogang, and I will not let you be wronged."

"Little Gang..."

"Xiaodong..."

Mo Wentian and Tang San devoted themselves to cooking, to be a professional cook, and the soul of a cook, only cooking can make me happy.

but.

I have to say is.

Yu Xiaogang also didn't want to eat Bibidong's cooking every day.

Eating once a year and a half can be said to be fun.

If you eat this every day, it's not fun, but fun.

Even Mo Wentian is the same.

Now that he is used to living a good life, if he is asked to beg like he was when he was a child, he can no longer let go of his figure.

but.

If Mo Wentian had to suffer, he could still do it.

And that sentence.

I have hands and feet, why go begging?

Mo Wentian had never thought of begging. If it wasn't for his lack of strength when he was a child, he would have already made money with his own hands.

There is nothing wrong with being poor and short-sighted, but one cannot be without backbone.

After a meal.

Tang San felt like he was alive after a catastrophe.

Mo Wentian just smiled slightly, and said: "It's okay. Mistress's meals are not as scary as I imagined. I was thinking, in fact, my martial soul can also cook preserved vegetables and meat."

Tang San rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Shut up. Ask God, you bastard, you know that my wife is good at pickled vegetables, so you deliberately guide me, let me think of it, right? "

Mo Wentian said: "Not really. I'm not a god, so I know everything. Besides, I'll just talk casually."

Tang San looked at Mo Wentian suspiciously, and said, "I don't believe it."

Mo Wentian said indifferently, "You can think what you want."

Tang San: "Humph!"

(End of this chapter)