Original God: Trick Wendy into blitzkrieg to winter

An Heng stared at the soup for a long time, because his subconscious told him that if he drank this bowl of soup, something bad would definitely happen.

"From a common sense perspective, since it's Hall Master Hu's good intention, you should just drink it."

Zhongli felt secretly happy when he saw An Heng's constipated face.

Although I don't know why, I feel good whenever I see An Heng being humiliated.

"Damn you, Old Deng, don't let me catch you!"

An Heng silently took note of Zhongli in his heart and planned to find time to get back at him in the future.

An Heng took a deep breath, his eyes became more determined, as if he was about to do something earth-shattering.

"Oli, do it, brothers!"

An Heng yelled, thinking that a short pain is worse than a long one, and drank the chicken soup in one breath.

boom!

An Heng felt as if his tongue had participated in World War II. Astringent, salty, bitter, spicy...all kinds of flavors bloomed on the tip of his tongue.

The dark green chicken soup tastes extremely salty at first, followed by spicy flavor.

When your tongue finally gets used to the pain of the spicy taste, bitterness and astringency take over.

puff~

An Heng puffed lightly, and a trickle of dark green chicken soup flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Enduring the physical and psychological discomfort, An Heng tremblingly raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up, then said those two words with difficulty,

"It smells so good..."

Paimon was also frightened when he saw this, and asked Yingmei softly,

"Ying, is the guy selling fake wine okay? I feel like he's about to die."

Yingmei subconsciously pushed her bowl to the side upon hearing this, and then replied in a low voice,

"It should be... okay, I think we should not eat this meal..."

Hu Tao was also happy after hearing An Heng's words.

"I said it was pretty good, but Xiangling insisted that I had no talent for cooking."

Hu Tao muttered in dissatisfaction, then used chopsticks to add more dishes to An Heng's bowl.

"Come and try this. This is Youyou Daxingjun, and this is grilled tiger fish. And this is golden shrimp balls!"

An Heng opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the colorful food in the bowl. A feeling of nausea came over him.

The chicken soup that he had just swallowed with great difficulty flowed back into his throat, and a strange smell rushed straight to the top of An Heng's head from his nasal cavity again.

"Good~"

An Heng suppressed his nausea and picked up a yellowish object that looked edible with chopsticks.

Bang!

The hard texture almost broke An Heng's teeth.

"How about this golden shrimp ball!"

Hu Tao looked at An Heng and asked expectantly.

"Golden shrimp balls?"

An Heng's tone suddenly rose, and then he suppressed his discomfort and uttered two words again,

"good……"

"Really? That's great! Then try grilling the tiger fish. I spent a long time grilling this."

Hu Tao said in surprise, then pointed at the black object in An Heng's bowl and said.

Upon hearing this, An Heng took another look at the so-called grilled tiger fish, picked up a piece of relatively white fish meat with trembling hands, and put it into his mouth.

"How about it, any suggestions... Uh, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Tao looked at An Heng who was about to fall in front of him and asked uncertainly.

"Master, please remember to buy me a Taoshou insurance policy..."

An Heng took out two hundred Mora from his pocket with difficulty, and then fainted with a thud.

"Ah! Mr. An Heng, are you okay?"

Walnut was also startled when she saw this and shouted in panic.

"Ahem, according to common sense, we should send him to Bubulu now."

Zhongli suggested, then took a sip of tea.

"Yes, Bu Bu Lu! Ying, please lend a hand!"

Hu Tao said to Ying Mei, and then she and her carried An Heng into Bubu Lu.

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"Mr. Bai Shu, how is An Heng?"

Hu Tao asked Bai Shu who walked out of the room.

"The initial diagnosis is that he is in a coma caused by food poisoning, but his physical strength seems to be surprisingly high, and he doesn't have any injuries. I think he will wake up after resting for a while."

Bai Zhu was speechless when he recalled how An Heng foamed at the mouth when he first arrived.

What kind of food could poison such a person?

"Okay, thank you Mr. Bai Shu."

After expressing her gratitude, Hu Tao took Yingmei and Paimeng inside.

"Wow, he looks so miserable, is he dead?"

Paimeng was also shocked when he saw An Heng, whose face was pale.

"Don't make noises, you emergency food. I can't live too comfortably now."

An Heng on the bed groaned in dissatisfaction.

"Ah! You're awake, you who sells fake wine!"

Paimon said in surprise.

"I woke up a long time ago. This 'stewed hen' can't hurt me at all."

An Heng pretended to be stubborn and said.

After all, if a person at the level of a envoy was killed by a bowl of chicken soup made by a little girl, that guy Aha would probably laugh to death if the news got out.

"Humph, you're still being stubborn. I saw you were foaming at the mouth before."

Paimon crossed his arms across his chest, as if he saw through everything.

"Tsk, I was careless and didn't dodge."

An Heng glanced at a certain emergency food with disdain, muttered in dissatisfaction, and then turned to Hu Tao and said,

"Master Hu, I think you should stop cooking and just sell your insurance."

Upon hearing this, Hu Tao nodded obediently, like a child who had done something wrong, sitting on the chair and counting her fingers.

"The insurance you invented is indeed a good thing."

A familiar voice sounded,

Then An Heng saw Zhongli coming from the door and spoke to him with interest.

He had heard about Taoshou Insurance from people in the hall.

"Humph, it's all because of you! You keep accounts everywhere and buy things everywhere, causing the hall to be unable to make ends meet!"

Hu Tao also expressed dissatisfaction after hearing this.

"That's right, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to eat this meal."

An Heng also chimed in.

"This... from a common sense perspective, I buy things that are worth the money, and even if I resell them, I won't lose money."

Zhongli explained on the side.

"Forget it, forget it. I can't argue with you. By the way, why are you here?"

Hu Tao continued to ask Zhongli.

"I want to ask for leave from you. I plan to go to Mond next week."

Zhongli explained to Hu Tao, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at An Heng.

"The Wind Flower Festival there is about to begin, and I plan to go and see it."

Upon hearing this, Hu Tao decisively agreed to Zhongli's trip.

In fact, if she hadn't had some things to deal with during those days, she would probably have wanted to go with them.

"The Wind Flower Festival? Wendy has talked to the Executioner about it before. Why don't we go together then? Selling fake liquor, do you want to come?"

Paimon asked Anheng.

"Of course I'm going. How can I be missing out on such an interesting event?"

An Heng said as if it was a matter of course.

But then he remembered Wendy's strange expression before, and always felt that something would happen at this Windblume Festival.