The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi didn't understand at first. Monk Yuanzhi even asked, "If it wasn't you who did it, then how could it be Xiaobao?"

Xiao Bao said in a muffled voice, "I can't cook."

Chu Xiaoling explained, "This dish just appeared on the table by itself; I don't know where it came from."

Zhou Fengchen and his companion sensed something was wrong and rushed to the table, asking, "Which dish?"

Chu Xiaoling pointed to a plate of stir-fried yam and wood ear mushrooms.

There were quite a few dishes on the table. Chu Xiaoling was also bored and liked to cook. Zhou Fengchen gave her a lot of money, and she went out to buy groceries every day and cooked them. She could make seven or eight dishes every meal. The plate of stir-fried yam and wood ear fungus was not very noticeable at this time.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance. One ran to the balcony, and the other ran to the back window. After looking around, they ran back and both shook their heads.

Then I stared at the extra dish; it looked ordinary, but it was still steaming.

Monk Yuanzhi picked it up and smelled it. "Nothing special. Could some idiot have wandered into the wrong room?"

After saying that, he laughed and realized that his statement was unreliable. He then said, "But if Miss Chen uses such idiotic methods, I really look down on her."

"Let's check if it's poisonous first!"

Zhou Fengchen poured the whole plate of food onto the ground. Suddenly, white bubbles appeared on the surface of the soup, accompanied by a sizzling sound.

Upon seeing this, the two instinctively touched their stomachs, thinking that if they ate it, their intestines and stomachs would be burned to pieces.

Monk Yuanzhi couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, it really is Miss Chen who made the move! That old hag, she really has one trick up her sleeve after another!"

Zhou Fengchen felt a wave of lingering fear: "Luckily, I left the hospital. If she had come earlier, and had a nurse or something put something in the rib soup, the consequences would have been dire!"

"Yes, I wasn't that careful." Monk Yuanzhi nodded, then thought for a moment and asked Chu Xiaoling, "Little sister, are you a ghost? You know magic, didn't you see who put this dish here?"

Chu Xiaoling was a little embarrassed, "I was so focused on cooking that I didn't notice."

Xiao Bao also said, "I was peeling garlic and didn't notice!"

Zhou Fengchen and his companion were at a loss. The pork rib soup they had drunk at the hospital had long been digested. Sitting on the sofa, looking at the table full of dishes, their stomachs were rumbling, but they dared not eat.

Chu Xiaoling and her mother didn't care. They picked up some food and ate rice, their faces full of innocence.

Monk Yuanzhi swallowed hard. "Old Chu, does that duck smell good? Is it poisonous?"

Chu Xiaoling: "It smells so good! I don't know if it's poisonous... but I'm not afraid of poison anyway."

Monk Yuanzhi: "Hehehe..."

Little Bao grinned widely: "Uncle, this fish is delicious! Dad, this piece of meat smells so good..."

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because now that he did, Zhou Fengchen's mouth watered. He jumped up and shouted, "Eat! What's there to be afraid of! I don't believe Miss Chen would drug me twice. If I die, so be it!"

"Eat! If we die, it's because we're unlucky." Monk Yuanzhi also stood up.

The two picked up their chopsticks, scooped out bowls of rice, and started grabbing it with gusto.

No one spoke; the room was filled with the sound of smacking lips.

After a while, Chu Xiaoling put down her chopsticks and looked at them with a smile. Xiao Bao was nowhere to be seen, but Zhou Fengchen didn't notice. This Xiao Bao was a little devil, born to love playing. If he hadn't been sternly warned a few times, the rest of the family in the neighborhood would probably not have peace. But going out to pee or play with birds was acceptable.

Just as they were eating, Xiao Bao's shrill voice drifted from the corridor outside, "Hey! Where did this girl come from? Give me a smile!"

Zhou Fengchen nearly spat out a mouthful of rice, quickly swallowing it down. He rolled his eyes, choking, and said, "Xiao Bao, why do you talk like that? You sound like a little hooligan!"

Chu Xiaoling's face fell, and she pointed at Monk Yuanzhi: "I learned it from him."

Monk Yuanzhi chuckled strangely, wiped his mouth, and said, "That's what a real man does, meeting a young lady..."

Did you meet a young girl?

At this point, the two people and the ghost exchanged a glance. Who was Xiao Bao talking to? Could it be the one downstairs?

Then Xiao Bao spoke up again, "Hey! This little wench is pretty fierce, you believe me if I slap you? Oh, two more young ladies have arrived, quite hot, come on, give me a smile, or none of you will leave today. Don't you even know what I, the Mischievous Demon King... uh, this... Zhou Xiao Bao, am?!"

"Hey! Nephew, you're something else!" Monk Yuanzhi chuckled, then said to Zhou Fengchen, "When did Xiaobao start taking your surname?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go down and take a look!"

Zhou Fengchen got up and opened the door, and Monk Yuanzhi and Chu Xiaoling followed.

Just as we reached the top of the stairs, Xiao Bao exclaimed from below, "Where are you going?"

The two people and the ghost quickly ran downstairs. It had started to drizzle outside. Xiao Bao chased after them, baring his teeth and claws, while in front of him were three little girls, two adults and one child.

No! They weren't little girls, but three little devils wearing brightly colored jackets, floating lightly forward without touching the ground.

Monk Yuanzhi became serious. "Where did these brats come from, and three of them at once?"

"It's a ghost child! Raised by a master! It might be coming for us. I'll go check it out!" Zhou Fengchen lightly touched the ground and chased after it in a few leaps.

When Xiao Bao saw him catching up, he chuckled and said, "Daddy, grab them and let me play with them!"

Zhou Fengchen ignored him, forming a hand seal with one hand and reaching forward to grab, "Stop!"

The three little devils suddenly turned around, their pale faces contorted in a ferocious grimace. They bared their teeth and howled, spewing out strings of black smoke that hurtled straight at Zhou Fengchen's face.

Zhou Fengchen dodged, then produced five Emperor Coins and scattered them with a wave of his hand, shouting, "Hurry!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

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Three piercing screams rang out, and the three little devils fell to the ground, but like venomous snakes, they curled up into a ball, baring their teeth.

Zhou Fengchen, holding Xiaobao's hand, frowned as he was about to approach when a strange-looking, thin old man in his fifties, wearing an apron and a Taoist robe, suddenly appeared at a second-floor window. He held a peach wood sword in his right hand and a ceramic jar in his left, making a "creaking" sound.

The three little devils quickly floated over.

Zhou Fengchen grinned, drawing his ancient Qing Dynasty sword. "Old man, you released a little devil to harm people, and now you want to take it back?"

With that, he leaped into the air and swung his sword to strike.

puff-

Three screams rang out, and the three little ghosts were annihilated.

The old man paused for a moment, then smashed the earthenware pot, cursing as he jumped down from the second floor. He picked up a talisman, muttered incantations, and suddenly swung it.

The talisman burned, and a hazy, illusory figure shot out from it, heading straight for Zhou Fengchen.

"An evil spirit curse?" Zhou Fengchen shook his head dismissively, simply sheathed his ancient sword, stood still, and blew a breath at the illusory figure, "Break!"

hum!

The menacing phantom vanished instantly.

The old man was startled and shouted, "Oh dear! See you another day!" Then he turned and ran away.

"Grandson! Where do you think you're going?"

Zhou Fengchen followed behind, and just as he was about to see the old man behind him, the old man suddenly took out a mirror-like object from his pocket and shone it on Zhou Fengchen's face.

The mirror was gleaming, the light was so dazzling that Zhou Fengchen subconsciously closed his eyes and kicked it, but he kicked nothing. When he opened his eyes again, there was nothing there, and the old man was nowhere to be seen.

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