Chapter 1267： Meng Po (3)

Chapter 1267 Meng Po (3)

Qianyan knew about this, and when he came, he tasted it, with a bitter taste, unspeakably unpleasant, and it belongs to the taste that you will not want to take another sip after you taste it.

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 had already thought of changing the recipe of Meng Po Tang without affecting the efficacy, so that it smelled fragrant and wanted to drink it.

Thinking that the ghosts reincarnated through Naihe Bridge at that time will not wait to have a bowl first.

Meng Po: "I was born as Meng Po, and my cooking skills are indeed not very good. There have been many ghosts secretly talking about the bad taste."

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 brilliance to this position." Madam Meng said happily, "If I have a chance, I'll have a couple of bites."

Meng Po suddenly said: "That soup is made from the leaves of my body. I'm afraid it won't work if I drink it, so can I still be reincarnated?"

System 666: [The ship will naturally go straight to the bridge. This may be a loophole. When the world on this side evolves and improves, it will be logically self-consistent. 】

"Master System said yes."

She doesn't know what the system is, but there's nothing wrong with calling adults.

Qianyan stirred the soup in the pot with a spoon for a while, and a ghost came to Naihe Bridge with a ghost.

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

"Drink it." Qianyan said.

The reincarnated ghost silently picked up the bowl and whispered: "After so many years, Mommy 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, as long as they return to the underworld, they will remember the past, and of course, how bad this Mengpo soup is.

Qianyan received Po Meng's memory, and naturally knew that many ghosts had said so.

"I'll drink it, I'm researching new flavors recently."

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

"Really." Qian Yan was expressionless and serious, "Maybe Meng Po soup will be better next time you reincarnate."

"Haha, that's good. After so many years, you are finally willing to improve your taste. If there is a ginseng soup that tastes good, I don't know how many people will rush to reincarnate."

Qianyan reminded: "Hurry up and drink, don't miss the hour."

These words really made the ghost in front of him pay attention. He frowned, holding his nose in one hand and the soup bowl in the other, gritted his teeth, and poured it in. When he put down the bowl, his face turned green and he vomited.

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

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

"I think chicken soup tastes good."

"I still like ginseng soup."

"I like sweet, can you add sugar?"

"Is the bird's nest flavor okay?"

The ghosts who came to reincarnate talked a lot, and they all joined 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 world, and reincarnation will also be screened through layers of assessments, so Qianyan is not too busy.

Sometimes there is no reincarnation all day, after all, not everyone can be reincarnated smoothly.

Some of those who made mistakes were punished and had to wait many years before reincarnating.

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

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