Under one person: I will add money to become a layman, working from 9 to 5

"Master Fu Rong..."

"Master Guizhen went up the mountain to collect medicine again..."

When these people see the superior weapon, they all respectfully call it master. They are eager for the superior weapon they call master to give them some magical powers, such as fairy fate, so that they can become stronger.

Not to mention, many villagers have actually received the gift of the root device and obtained magic weapons.

Chapter 131 Fu Rong: Can I make you a bowl of noodles? (Second update)

"Brother, I'm looking at you. Did you just come here?"

Zhou Fengliu was walking towards the canteen. Not far away, several villagers came over to inquire after seeing him.

They all came to Ma Xianhong to seek immortality. Some stayed in Biyou Village for a long time, while others stayed for a shorter time.

"Yes, I came yesterday." Zhou Fengliu said casually.

"Did you also come to the leader to help you become a stranger?"

"How can it be!"

As soon as this question was asked, a young man on the side took over the question: "I saw it yesterday. Master Qiu asked this master to personally bring this master into the village... This must also be a master."

"Fuck...Master, Master, I can't see Taishan. Don't blame me."

This group of villagers each had a master, which made Zhou Fengliu understand that it was no wonder that so many superiors were willing to stay in Biyou Village.

Everyone here is talented and speaks well. Master Tiantian talks about it. Which stranger can withstand such a test?

Staying in this small village, my self-confidence exploded within two days.

Zhou Fengliu separated from the group of villagers and came to the canteen. He first took a look at the canteen and found that no one was eating there, so he skillfully touched the kitchen behind the canteen.

"Miss Fu Rong..."

As soon as Zhou Fengliu came in, he found Fu Rong cutting white radish with a sharp knife.

Fu Rong's right thumb and index finger were seen grabbing the handle of the knife, and then the sharp knife started to spin in her hand, and a sword energy cut the white radish in front of her into even thin slices.

When the little girl named Liu Wukui saw that the white radish had been cut, she picked up a slice without haste. The white radish slice was hanging in the air as thin as cicada wings, and she put it in her mouth.

"Wukui...you're not picky about food, so you're eating this without cooking?"

Fu Rong glanced at Liu Wukui and said something. After that, she noticed that there was an extra person at the kitchen door.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Rong asked.

"Let's eat..." Zhou Fengliu walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"Am I late? Have you all eaten?"

"Us? We won't eat lunch either."

Liu Wukui secretly picked up a piece of white radish and put it in his mouth. While eating, he replied to Zhou Fengliu.

"One meal a day?"

"To be precise, it's two meals, one in the morning and one in the evening...you didn't make it in time for the morning meal." Liu Wukui raised his hand to indicate that people in this village who get up late don't have food to eat.

"..." Zhou Fengliu.

"No one told me..."

"You didn't even ask."

"Forget it...it's also his first day here, so he doesn't know the time."

Fu Rong listened to the conversation between Liu Wukui and Zhou Fengling and shook her head. Seeing her put down the sharp knife, she looked at Zhou Fengling and asked:

"Can I order you a bowl of noodles?"

"can."

Zhou Fengliu nodded.

"Eh?"

Hearing that Fu Rong was going to fuck Zhou Fengliu, Liu Wukui couldn't sit still and hurriedly took Fu Rong's hand to the side and whispered:

"Sister Fu Rong, this pretty boy has only been here for two days and you're already giving him a try? Are you confused because he looks pretty good? Let me tell you, this Zhou Fengling is very cute just by his name. It’s like a big carrot, you must hold it tight.”

Listening to Liu Wukui's words, Fu Rong raised her eyebrows and then explained:

"What are you thinking about? He helped me deliver food to Chen Duo last night. He just came here and doesn't understand the rules. He should take care of the newcomers and not make any mistakes."

"You'd better be... Sister Fu Rong is extremely handsome. We must find an honest person this time."

Liu Wukui seemed to understand Fu Rong's emotions about the accident and spoke.

As Fu Rong listened to Liu Wukui's words, her mind suddenly thought of her ex-boyfriends. Each one was more handsome than the other, and each one was more capable of cheating her...

Seeing her shaking her head, she nodded firmly.

"Don't worry, I'm not the same person I was before. I know my limits."

After she finished speaking, she said to Liu Wukui: "Are you hungry? Why don't I bring you a bowl?"

"Great!"

Hearing that he could also eat Xiaozao, Liu Wukui smiled on his face.

...

After a moment.

Zhou Fengliu watched Fu Rong perform her superb cooking skills.

I saw Fu Rong skillfully kneading and rolling the noodles. In just half an hour, two bowls of very strong noodles with soup were made under Fu Rong's skillful hands.

"Eat." Fu Rong pushed the bowl in front of Zhou Fengliu.

Looking at the bowl of steaming and fragrant hot soup noodles in front of him, Zhou Fengliu didn't hesitate to sit across from Liu Wukui at a small table and started spinning around.

...

"Miss Fu Rong, your bottom is so delicious..." Zhou Fengliu said to Fu Rong after eating.

"I'll go, you eat so fast, isn't it hot?"

When Liu Wukui heard Zhou Fengliu's words, she raised her head and glanced at Zhou Fengliu's bowl. After seeing Zhou Fengliu drink all the soup, she said a little confused.

"That's not to say that Miss Fu Rong is good at her craftsmanship and the one below is the best!"

Fu Rong listened to Zhou Fegliu praising her bowl of noodles without hesitation. For some reason, the more she listened, the more strange she felt. There was something strange about Zhou Fengling's words that she couldn't explain.

"Although this bowl of noodles looks ordinary and has no extra ingredients, the soup has the aroma of chicken stock and hazelnut mushrooms, and the noodles are even more chewy. Ms. Fu Rong must have spent a lot of time cooking this soup. Bar?"

Zhou Fengliu praised Fu Rong.

Although this bowl of noodles was delicious and the soup was delicious, it always felt familiar to him, as if he had tasted it before.

"You mean this soup?" Fu Rong fumbled around on the stove and took out two packets of Kang Shuaifu's Chicken Stewed Mushroom Noodles seasoning packets.

"Hey...you like drinking so much, here you go..."

"..."

Looking at the instant noodle seasoning packet that Fu Rong threw out, Zhou Fengliu fell into silence.

No wonder the drink looked familiar to him. It turned out that the gouba was chicken soup made from instant noodle seasoning packets.

This chicken soup... is all about technology!

Zhou Fengliu didn't know what to say at this time.

The chewy noodles that are freshly rolled out and the seasoning packets paired with the instant noodles make it feel like Lu Bu is riding a dog.

"I'm full, so I won't disturb Miss Fu Rong." After a period of silence, Zhou Fengliu prepared to leave.

This made Fu Rong stop him with a raised brow.

"You just left like that? I gave you everything to eat, and you patted your butt and left after you finished eating?"

Zhou Fengliu felt like he was just about to leave after eating, quite like some scumbag who just put up his pants and ran away.

"Um..." Zhou Fengliu heard what Fu Rong said and felt that it made sense. You have to pay when you go out to eat. Seeing him, he asked tentatively:

"How much? I think I only have fifteen yuan in change in my pocket, is that enough?"

Fu Rong: "..."

"Bring the money, then stay and help me cook." Fu Rong said that she was in need of someone to help her.

"Are you sure? Are you serious?" Zhou Fengliu looked shocked.

"Huh?" Fu Rong listened to Zhou Fengliu's rhetorical question and saw the expression on Zhou's face. She felt a slight sense of ominous premonition.

...

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Good night and sweet dreams, adoptive fathers~

Chapter 132: None of them are good people! (First update)

Not long after.

Zhou Fengliu was kicked out by Fu Rong.

"Don't let me see you in the kitchen."

Fu Rong said something fiercely to Zhou Fengliu, and then slammed the kitchen door, leaving only Zhou Fengliu with a helpless look.

"Eh... as for that."

Zhou Fengliu shook his head.

The God of War is good at everything, but he can't cook. It's okay to ask him to cook instant noodles and heat them up, but he's not good at cooking at all. It's a completely dark cuisine.

Not to mention helping in the kitchen. In the one-third of an acre of land in the kitchen, he is the one who gets busier as he helps, which is why he often eats out.

Forget it.

Zhou Fengliu didn't dwell on anything. After all, everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses. He had a weakness in cooking, but he also had strengths in other areas.

...

After leaving Fu Rong, Zhou Fengliu walked around Biyou Village.

Perhaps it was because he blew up the self-cultivation stove, and Ma Xianhong was busy repairing the stove and had no time to look for him, which made him feel at ease.

I saw him climbing up a hillside, opened his arms, took a deep breath, and felt the beauty of nature. In this vast world, his figure was so small, and the breeze blew on his face, like a woman's soft little figure. Hands caressing gently.

With such a beautiful scenery, he was just about to take out his "far ahead" mobile phone to take two photos of the scenery, when he saw a figure in the distance walking toward him carrying a basket.

At first glance, I thought it was a little girl picking mushrooms, but after a closer look, I realized she was an experienced herbal picker.

It's the old boy Zhao Guizhen.

"Almsgiver Zhou." Zhao Guizhen greeted Zhou Fengliu slowly.

"Hmm... Daoist Master Zhao, have you just collected the medicine?" Zhou Fengliu glanced at the basket behind Zhao Guizhen. It seemed that there wasn't much in the basket.

"Yes... I'm planning to go back."

"Then Taoist Master Zhao, let's go slowly." Zhou Fengliu said naturally when he heard Zhao Guizhen said he wanted to go back.

"it is good..."

Zhao Guizhen seemed to be a little careful. When he saw that he had just taken two steps, he turned around, looked at Zhou Fengliu and said with an upright face:

"Yesterday I heard that Donor Zhou seemed to have inherited the Tongtian Rui, right?"

Listening to Zhao Guizhen's words, Zhou Fengliu nodded: "What? Is Taoist Zhao interested in Tongtian Ru?"

When asked by Zhou Fengliu, Zhao Guizhen couldn't express his interest even if he was interested. When he saw him stroking the beard on his chin, he said seriously:

"It's not that I'm interested. Donor Zhou may not know something. I studied under the Maoshan Qing sect and I have some insights into the talisman. If there is anything Donor Zhou doesn't understand about the talisman, feel free to come and ask me."

"Yeah." Zhou Fengliu responded after hearing Zhao Guizhen's words, and then spoke again:

"Yesterday I heard that Taoist Zhao was a disciple of the Shangqing sect. Since they are all disciples of the Shangqing, why does Taoist Zhao not practice Taoism on the mountain but in Biyou Village?"

"..."