Chapter 1,267 Po Meng (3)

Qian Yan knew this and took a sip when he came. It had a bitter taste and was indescribably unpleasant. It was a taste that you wouldn't want to take a second sip after you took one sip.

The color itself is not good-looking, and the taste is not very good. It really makes people lose their appetite.

At this time, Qian Yan's mind had already come up with the idea of ​​changing the recipe of Meng Po soup without affecting its efficacy, so that it would smell delicious and make her want to drink it.

I think the ghosts who passed through Naihe Bridge and were reincarnated at that time would be eager to take a bowl first.

Po Meng: "I was born Po Meng, and my cooking skills are really not very good. There are already many ghosts secretly talking about how bad it tastes."

System 666: [The host has a good talent, maybe he can make a good taste. 】

"That's a good thing, and it adds a bit of luster to this position." Mrs. Meng said happily, "If I have the chance, I will try it."

Po Meng suddenly paused: "That soup was made from the leaves of my body. I'm afraid it won't have any effect if I drink it, so can I still be reincarnated?"

System 666: [The ship will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. This may be a loophole. When this world evolves and improves, it will be logically self-consistent. 】

"That's what Master System said."

She didn't know what the system was, but there was nothing wrong with calling him "sir."

Qian Yan stirred the soup in the pot with a spoon for a while, and then someone brought the ghost to Naihe Bridge.

There is a long wooden table next to her. When the ghost comes to the wooden table, a bowl of Mengpo soup will appear on the wooden table.

"Drink." Qian Yan said.

The reincarnated ghost silently picked up the bowl and muttered in a low voice: "After all these years, Po Meng, your soup still smells so bad. A bowl of slightly green soup is really hard to swallow."

No matter how many lives these ghosts are reincarnated in, whenever they return to the underworld, they will remember their past lives, and of course they will also remember how unpleasant this Meng Po soup is.

Qian Yan received Po Meng's memory and naturally knew that many ghosts had said this.

"I'll just drink it. I've been researching new flavors recently."

The ghost who was holding the bowl to drink was suddenly stunned and his eyes widened: "Really?"

"Really." Qian Yan's face was expressionless and serious, "Maybe Meng Po soup will taste better next time you are reincarnated."

"Haha, that's great. After all these years, you are finally willing to improve the taste. If there is a human ginseng soup that tastes so delicious, I don't know how many people would rush to reincarnate."

Qian Yan reminded: "Drink quickly, don't miss the time."

These words really made the ghost in front of him pay attention. He frowned, pinched his nose with one hand, and held the soup bowl with the other. He gritted his teeth and drank it in one gulp. When he put down the bowl, his face turned green and he made a vomiting gesture.

But soon his face returned to normal, and he walked across the Naihe Bridge in a daze, thinking that he had forgotten everything.

“Po Meng, do you really want to improve the taste of Meng Tang?”

"I think chicken soup tastes good."

"I still like the taste of ginseng soup."

"I like sweet food, can I add sugar?"

"Is the bird's nest flavor okay?"

The ghosts who came to reincarnate were talking a lot, and they all joined in the discussion about what Meng Po soup should taste like, and they were all very excited.

One year in the underworld, one day in the human world, reincarnation will go through layers of assessment and screening, so Qian Yan is not too busy.

Sometimes there is no reincarnation for a whole day. After all, not everyone can reincarnate smoothly.

Some who made mistakes and were punished had to wait many years before they could be reincarnated.

This wave of reincarnated ghosts has passed, and there are no ghosts coming for the time being.

Qian Yan continued to cook the soup. She set up another pot and planned to study the taste of Meng Po soup.

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