I can summon history meow

Chapter 204 My son, Chen Xing, has the qualifications of a great emperor!
Although it was past four o'clock, Chen Xing did not expect that the neon lights outside were still shining brightly.

In fact, it was not night, after all, it was almost dawn, and the destination of Chen Xing's trip was the morning market.

The morning market was quite far from the cat cafe, about an hour away, and Chen Xing had nothing to do, so he walked all the way there.

The cool breeze caressed his face, Qingzhaomiao in his arms looked around leisurely, without saying a word, at this moment Qingzhaomiao seemed to be the impression of the graceful school in his memory.

However, compared to the very calm Qingzhaomiao, Chen Xing looked a little more serious.

It may be that he has done too many bad things, or it may be that the sense of killing intent has reminded him. Chen Xing always feels that something is trying to harm him, and it is very unsafe outside.

Killing intent perception, there must be a problem tonight!
I have to be careful, cautious!
Chen Xing's eyes kept spinning around, his eyes sharp.

Could this bird be a top disaster beast, ready to ambush me here?
Could that sanitation worker be the number one killer of the underworld, accepting a reward of 1 trillion and trying to take my life?

Could the gust of wind that blew past just now be the murderous intent set by Dao Patriarch?
The world is full of crises!
Chen Xing's expression was a little serious, but still full of confidence.

Is the number one expert in Gaohai City (self-appointed) joking with you?

Still the same sentence, relying on the cat coffee, I Chen Xing is invincible in Gaohai City!

"Qingzhao, you go and stay on my shoulder for a while."

Chen Xing took a deep breath, and after transferring Qingzhaomiao's position from his arms to his shoulders, with Qingzhaomiao's face full of question marks, he turned on the phone and sent a private message to Feng Xianmiao: "Are you there?"

Soon, Feng Xianmiao sent an 'uncomfortable' emoji, and then typed: "Your words irritated my eyes! It affected me to watch beautiful anchors, you know?"

"There should be no beautiful anchors at this point, right?" Chen Xing asked.

It was four o'clock, and most of the anchors Feng Xianmiao followed were asleep.

"I'm watching the replay." Feng Xianmiao typed quickly, "Damn it, it can't recognize the language. After recognition, it's all meows. This phone doesn't work either!"

"Don't worry about it so much, I'll open a shared location with you, if I send a 'rescue save', you will immediately bring a guy with fighting strength to rescue me!" Chen Xingdao.

"OK, but my first aid is very expensive, and I have to charge 500 yuan once I come out!"

"no problem!"

After some friendly exchanges, Chen Xing was completely relieved, and his expression became arrogant.

There may have been some problems before, but now...

I, Chen Xing, Gao Hai is invincible!
Chen Xing is now full of confidence.

Now, Chen Xing is in a good mood.

Qingzhaomiao at the side looked back at Chen Xing, tilted her head, a little confused, so she didn't know what Chen Xing was thinking now.

The morning market has already been set up. Although there are not many customers, there are quite a lot of vendors around. The smell of breakfast is already coming, which makes Chen Xing's index finger twitch...he's really hungry.

Strange, how could I have such an idea?

Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he should have been harmed by Jing Longmiao's promotion, and he became edible.

Jing Long's meow is very harmful!
Chen Xing was so angry that he could only strongly condemn Jing Longmiao's waste-eating behavior in his heart. Then he went to the breakfast stall and asked, "What kind of stuffing are you filling with soup? How much is it?"

"There are all kinds of fillings, pork and green onion, cabbage, crab roe...the crab roe is more expensive."

Maybe it's because Qingzhao's meow is not very conspicuous, but no one noticed that Chen Xing brought the cat out: After all, if it were the previous situation, Chen Xing has now become the focus of attention, and all eyes will be on Chen Xing up.

After hearing what the boss said, Chen Xing was a little surprised, and immediately became interested: "Here are seven or eight crab roe."

The reason why he only ate seven or eight was because Chen Xing still wanted to visit the morning market, and maybe there were other things.

"Thanks for your patronage, one twenty."

The boss said politely.

Hearing such an offer from the boss, Chen Xing was a little interested.

After all, if you replace it with pork and green onion stuffing, you don’t know how much you can get for 20 yuan.

Now I can only buy one.

Although rich people probably don't eat here, Chen Xing also wanted to live a rich life, so he bought 160 yuan crab roe soup dumplings.

This soup dumpling is not big, about one-fifth the size of Chen Xing's palm, and it can be eaten in one bite.

After shopping, Chen Xing casually handed one to Qingzhao Miao, who immediately frowned: "I'm not hungry."

"Eat something if you're not hungry."

Chen Xing was very unrestrained, and directly stuffed the soup dumpling into Qingzhaomiao's mouth. Qingzhaomiao didn't want to accept it at first, but Chen Xing directly enforced it, so he was forced to eat the soup dumpling with crab roe .

Qingzhaomiao looked at Chen Xing unhappily. From Qingzhaomiao's eyes, Chen Xing could even see the words "I'll take care of you when I get home", which was indeed a bit scary.

Chen Xing smiled, and casually stuffed a soup dumpling into the mouth, and the rich juice burst in Chen Xing's mouth instantly.

The smell of crab roe is very strong, but at the same time, the fishy smell is also very strong.

Soon, the ingredient list of the food in his mouth seemed to unfold in his mind.

Chen Xing began to chew, and his expression gradually became a little strange: "No, this is a product after refrigeration. The taste is a little bad. The crab has been dead for too long. Although the taste of the crab roe is strong, it is still a little bit bad, and the fishy smell is not bad. get rid of……"

After muttering to himself, Chen Xing immediately froze.

What am I talking about?

How did I suddenly understand so much?

Okay, I've become a brother too!

Is this another usage of Su Shimiao's sharing ability 'Old Glutton'?

Chen Xing couldn't help but fell into deep thought. This ability seemed to magnify his own perception. After the food entered his mouth, he could immediately judge his strengths and weaknesses, and taste his true feelings in essence.

Moreover, Chen Xing also discovered a key thing.

After you finish eating this soup-filled crab roe bun, you can already conceive its method in your mind, which can be said to be a one-to-one restoration.

If you have enough ingredients in front of you, you can make a very delicious crab roe bun!

Yo, this ability can still steal a teacher!

Chen Xing couldn't help but nodded, expressing his satisfaction.

But on second thought... I don't own a restaurant either, so it seems that this skill can only serve me and the cats.

As for relying on this to make money and work, don't be ridiculous, Chen Xing has already laid down, and usually makes money from Qingzhao meow. How good is this life of relying on cats to support him, whoever has nothing to do will go to a class.

In the past, Chen Xing planned to work hard to let the cats know that he was also very good.

Now Chen Xing just wants to apologize to Qing Zhaomiao for his immature self before.

Making money is not something you should consider!
The kittens are responsible for making money to support the family, and Chen Xing is responsible for their beauty.

It's fair.

Qingzhao looked at Chen Xing like a fool, and was about to say something when he suddenly saw an old man selling balloons walking past.

Chen Xing could clearly feel Qingzhao's claws firmly grabbing his sleeve, and then he heard Qingzhao say: "Buy me this!"

"Okay, which one do you want?" Chen Xing said with a smile, "Sailor Moon's or the rabbit's from Zootopia?"

"I want Sun Wukong's!"

Chen Xing smiled and nodded, and directly bought the balloon for Qingzhaomiao, and then carefully wrapped it around Qingzhaomiao's little claw, so that Qingzhaomiao could lead the balloon away.

"Chen Zai, there is a small windmill over there, buy me a small windmill!"

"Whoa, what is that?!"

"I want one, one!"

"..."

As Chen Xing went deeper into the morning market, Qingzhao, who was a little dismissive at first, immediately became excited.

Looking at this for a while, looking at that for a while, as if everything she saw in front of her wanted to be in her pocket.

Chen Xing was also dazzled by the things in front of him. He didn't know what Qingzhaomiao really wanted, so he could only buy it with a lot of money.

But you can't buy the "inner one" that Qingzhao Meow said.

Because the era of the triangular trade is over, the buying and selling of black slaves is now prohibited.

Soon, Chen Xing had a lot of bags and bags on his body, and he bought a copy of all kinds of toys.

Qingzhaomiao is like a little girl, even though she does not eat fireworks, she has also started to be enveloped by fireworks.

As time went by, the number of people in the morning market also increased.

Many people also noticed Chen Xing's combination of one person and one cat, and they couldn't help talking about it in a low voice.

Especially young people who are fond of cats, their eyes are frequent.

It is said to be a morning market, but it gave Chen Xing a sense of "going to the market", not only selling food, but also all kinds of things, as if it was a paradise for hawkers.

Not far away, there are even people performing with gongs and drums.

Chen Xing and Qing Zhaomiao took the initiative to join in to watch the fun.

It seemed that an opera was being sung on the stage, and Chen Xing didn't know what kind of opera it was. He could only hear the sound of "Yi Ya Yi Ya" and some people were performing with puppets. After a rough look, it seemed to be about a Taoist priest descending the mountain to cast down demons. Demon story.

Originally, Chen Xing just wanted to join in the fun, but suddenly found something wrong.

There was spiritual energy on the stage, and the puppet performer barely moved his fingers, but the puppet performed there by itself under the impetus of spiritual energy.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xing couldn't help being a little surprised.

I didn't expect to meet practitioners here, and they are still capable practitioners.

But... why is this cultivator setting up a stall in the morning market to perform? Is life so desolate?

Chen Xing looked at the cultivator. His fingers were slender and his complexion was pale. It was unclear what he looked like, because he had a ghostly mask on his face.

It looks interesting, obviously it is performing a puppet show, but it is performing in the way of Peking Opera, and at the same time it is wearing a Nuo mask.

Chen Xing twisted his neck, looked around, and sensed several different aura characteristics, but because there were too many people in the crowd, Chen Xing couldn't determine the exact location.

Their aura content is not strong, and it is overflowing, most of them are mainly martial arts.

In this case, most of the members of the Secret Service.

Chen Xing's eyes were slightly blue, and when he was about to check their exact location, he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes dimmed again.

Forget it, it's not necessary, it doesn't matter what they have to do with me.

With this in mind, Chen Xing calmed down, and quickly took Qingzhao Miao, planning to pack up and change places to continue shopping.

It is estimated that the Secret Service discovered this practitioner and planned to talk to him about whether he could be recruited or not.

After leaving the stage, Chen Xing sighed, "I don't know how strong I am among the superhumans in this world."

Hearing what Chen Xing said, Qingzhao, who was hiding in Chen Xing's arms, immediately patted his chest, and said, "I'm very optimistic about you, baby~"

After all, Qingzhaomiao raised her head even more, threw the small windmill with her claws, and said proudly: "My son Chen Xing has the qualifications of a great emperor!"

"I am proud of you!"

(End of this chapter)