Mr. Stove King is new

On the night of New Year's Eve, the whole family got together lively again.Grandma Yang cooks in person as usual, making a loving New Year's Eve dinner for the family.

Yang Chen was at the side helping Grandma Yang, cutting vegetables, serving dishes, handling meat and seafood, neat and quiet, listening to Grandma Yang rambling about her cooking skills.In fact, Yang Chen is proficient in these skills, but listening to Grandma Yang explaining while cooking, even if he can't gain experience, he can gain warmth.

"Huh? Chenchen, why hasn't the portrait of the Stove Lord been confiscated..." Grandma Yang reached out and carefully took off the portrait, "Look, it's all oily."

Yang Chen's eyesight was sharp, and he quickly took it over, "Grandma, you can cook, I'll clean it up and clean it up."

Yang Chen left the kitchen, returned to his bedroom, wiped the portrait clean with the wet towel, and stared at the painting for a while.The bearded Stove Lord has a majestic expression on his face. I really don't know why the young man chooses to live in this painting... because it is close to the food?

Yang Chen laughed. As a chef, he subconsciously turned from rejection to acceptance of this foodie boy who didn't know whether he was a demon or a ghost.However, it is better to investigate such unknown things that violate science and go beyond common sense.

After thinking about it, Yang Chen picked up the portrait, and put it on... his computer desk.

Chu Qi squinted for a while, thinking that tonight was New Year's Eve, the Yang family must have cooked another delicious meal, so she couldn't help but want to jump out and have a look.I haven't come out yet, I looked out and was startled, where is this? !Why can I only see the ceiling and the chandelier?

Chu Qi listened, and after making sure there was no movement, she poked her head out quietly. Seeing that no one was there, she came out of the painting.

This is a simple and neat bedroom, with no wrinkle on the bed, clearly classified bookshelves, and a clean and shiny computer desktop. Looking at it so simply, the portrait of Grandpa Stove King is the most outrageous thing.

Chu Qi quietly walked out of the bedroom, and sneaked a glance at the living room through the small corridor. The whole family of the Yang family was watching the Spring Festival Gala, so they probably wouldn't be going back to the bedroom for a while.Chu Qi was relieved, moved back to Yang Chen's bedroom, threw herself on the big bed, and sank into the soft quilt—it was so comfortable!Much better than the broken cushions in the painting mansion!

Rolling on the bed while thinking, it looks like Yang Chen is going to put away the Stove King statue, so what should I attach the mansion to?Well...it can't be attached to the painting anymore, I'd better choose something that won't be lost.

After thinking for a long time, Chu Qi decided to choose TV.

Rolling and rolling on such a comfortable bed, Chu Qi fell into a doze. Before falling asleep, the idea of ​​whether I should go back to the painting house flashed through her mind, but the next second she fell into a sweet dream.

After zero o'clock, the family ordered dumplings to eat, and listened to the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the window. They ate the auspicious dumplings in a lively manner. Grandma Yang even ate coins. She almost knocked out her teeth and shed tears. People were really horrified.Mother Yang complained straight away, "Mom, you are so serious, you already told me not to let this go, Yang Chen is not a baby, he still wants to be coaxed by this."

After the pain passed, Grandma Yang smiled, "Isn't this auspicious? If Chenchen eats it, he will be blessed. I'll just pack two in total."

Because of the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone ate too much dumplings, and after eating, they all couldn't bear it and went to sleep.Yang Chen looked at the dozen or so white and fat dumplings left on the curtain, he was going to put them all away, but after a second thought, he put them one by one into a big bowl, and brought them back to his bedroom.

The room was completely dark. As soon as Yang Chen stepped in, he saw a person lying on his bed. Yang Chen was shocked. He didn't expect this young man to come out so openly.

Is this... trying to confess his existence to me?

Yang Chen turned on the light, and looked at the bed again, the boy had disappeared, leaving only a human-shaped nest on the mattress, indicating that the boy had existed.

"..." ran really fast.

Chu Qi gasped in shock in the painting, it was over, did he find me? !

Yang Chen held the dumpling bowl and was speechless for a while, he didn't know whether to call the boy out and tell him that I had already seen you, or just pretend that I didn't see you.After thinking about it for a while, Yang Chen still didn't pierce it, put the dumpling bowl on the table, then turned around to wash up and get ready to sleep.

Chu Qi thought about it, and finally decided that to be on the safe side, it's better to go to the underworld to find Po Meng and ask for a bowl of soup for Yang Chen.As the stars move and the world changes, the gods also keep pace with the times.Due to the high technology of modern people, more and more gods and monsters have lost their horses. Meng Po also seized the business mechanism to create a kind of selective amnesia Meng Po soup, which can make people who drink it forget only one person, leaving nothing behind. It is a must-have product for gods and monsters to travel to the world.

So, when Yang Chen fell asleep, Chu Qi hurriedly flew back to the Heavenly Court, applied for a pass to the Underworld, and went straight down to the Naihe Bridge from the Hall of Yama.

The River of Forgetfulness remains the same, the blood-yellow river is rushing and surging, countless unborn ghosts screaming and crying, and some ghosts who do not want to drink Mengpo soup linger on Huangquan Road, but are eventually forced by ghosts. Suppressing the irrigation, forgetting the previous life, and reincarnated as a blank and ignorant soul.

Although it was not the first time to come here, Chu Qi still felt that the atmosphere here made him uncomfortable, so he tried his best to ignore the sorrow and hatred here, and walked quickly towards the old woman on the bridge.