There are three hundred and sixty holes, and there are demon talents in every hole.

Even though she is as incompetent as Meng Xiaoyu, she still has a skill. Although her cultivation is low, her magic skills are shallow, and her memory is terrible, she can still make delicious soups.

Because of this, she was valued by the Fire Toad General under [Young Corpse Master] and took her with him.

It has to be said that compared to the good-for-nothing baby back then, Meng Xiaoyu is at least not useless, and there are still sporadic shining points in her body.

"What happened to your master? What happened here just now?" Li Mo asked in a deep voice.

"I...I can't remember...can...can you let me think...I have a bad memory..." Meng Xiaoyu cried so hard that she almost begged.

"..."

"You really embarrass the monster." Zhu Ganghe curled his lips and said.

"I'll give you a chance..."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, but kept his temper and took a deep look at Meng Xiaoyu: "Didn't you say that your craftsmanship is good? Make a delicious meal and think about it while doing it."

"As long as you don't eat me..."

Meng Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, with a look of determination in her sparkling eyes, as if her life and death depended on the next meal.

A bonfire was burning in the mountains, adding a glimmer of light to the hazy night.

It has to be said that Meng Xiaoyu at least did not lie. In terms of cooking skills, she is very professional. She carries a leather bag with her, which contains various pots, bowls, spoons, seasonings, and ingredients.

When cooking, I was even more focused on it, even forgetting my fears and worries, with a faint look of enjoyment...

It thoroughly explains what it means to do a job and love a job.

After a while, the refreshing aroma filled the mountain col, and even Li Mo couldn't help but look at Li Meng Xiaoyu, his appetite aroused.

"How much longer?" Zhu Gang arched his nose, a little impatient.

"Come...come..."

Meng Xiaoyu was like a cook, bringing dishes one after another to Li Mo and Zhu Gangxi.

“Try this shrimp and pig carcass dish first!”

"Um!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, looked at the dishes on the plate, and couldn't help but said: "Isn't this fried pork slices with shrimps!?"

"That's what it means...it's fried with live shrimp carcasses and wild boar carcasses." Meng Xiaoyu said excitedly.

"..."

Zhu Gang glanced unnaturally out of the corner of his eyes and lowered the hand he just extended.

Meng Xiaoyu didn't seem to be aware of Zhu Gang's actions, and turned around to serve another dish.

"This is beef carcass oil and wheat carcasses!"

"Beef fried rice!?" Li Mo asked tentatively.

"Yeah!" Meng Xiaoyu nodded heavily.

"This is a stillbirth of chicken fried in pig carcass oil!"

Meng Xiaoyu hurriedly turned around and served another delicious dish.

“Scrambled eggs in lard!?”

"There are also grinding bean carcasses to filter the secretion."

"Soy milk!?"

"This dish was caught by the passing merchants a few years ago. Before it was eaten, I secretly learned it from them... It is said to be a famous dish in the capital..."

While talking, Meng Xiaoyu served another dish, which was beautifully presented and looked quite elegant.

Before Li Mo could say anything, Meng Xiaoyu started introducing himself.

"This dish is troublesome to make. You have to kill the live duck first, cut off the head, peel off the skeleton, cut the body into slices, and then grind the adult wheat carcass into ashes to make a pie crust and wrap it for use."

Meng Xiaoyu said with some pride.

"Can't you just go ahead and say roast duck!?"

Zhu Ganghe dropped his chopsticks and lost all appetite.

Li Mo swallowed his saliva and looked at a table of delicious food, without any intention of moving his mouth.

"Didn't you say that you are the best at making soup? Come here and try it." Li Mo put down his chopsticks.

"Hold on."

Meng Xiaoyu turned around, and after a moment he brought a pot with clear soup in it. The wafting hot air was accompanied by a strange aroma, and a gentle inhale made the pores of his body open, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

"Sure enough, there is something special about it." Li Mo noticed the specialness of this pot before even tasting it.

"Drinking my soup can make people forget their worries and gain ultimate happiness. Even if they are injured, they can forget the pain..."

Meng Xiaoyu whispered: "But there is one thing, don't drink too much, otherwise you will become dependent..."

"Um!?"

"You are riding a horse..."

Li Mo's eyes widened, his expression became strange, and the idea that he was originally eager to try was suppressed instantly.

"The Fire Toad will drink your soup every day?"

"Yeah!" Meng Xiaoyu nodded heavily: "In the beginning, I only drank once every two or three days, and then I drank six or seven times a day..."

"Fire King can't live without my soup... If I don't drink it for half a day, I will feel uncomfortable..."

There was a faint look of pride on Meng Xiaoyu's pretty little face.

"Although later on, King Fire's health became worse and worse...but he liked my soup more...the more seriously ill he became, the more he wanted to drink it..."

"Sigh... If he can take care of himself, maybe he won't be in trouble this time and can still drink my soup in the future."

Speaking of this, Meng Xiaoyu's eyes filled with sadness, as if he was regretting the loss of a close friend.

"Is your soup so delicious? Is it better than Uncle Ma's soup? Let me try it."

Zhu Ganghye stared at the pot of soup, expressing disbelief.

Among the soups he has ever tasted, Uncle Ma’s soup is the most delicious. How can this girl’s soup be better than Uncle Ma’s!?

As he spoke, the pig opened its mouth to drink.

"Old pig...it's better not to drink this soup..."

Li Mo shook his head, his expression became a little unnatural.

"Um!?"

Zhu Gang was stunned for a moment.

Li Mo didn't explain, and stared at Meng Xiaoyu with strange eyes: "What did you use to make this soup?"

"this……"

Meng Xiaoyu's expression immediately became nervous, he lowered his head and hesitated to speak.

"What? You are already a prisoner, and you still want to hide the secret recipe?" Zhu Gangxi sneered: "Did you not understand your situation?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll make you into fish soup."

"Don't... don't... I don't taste good... don't eat me..."

Meng Xiaoyu trembled with fright, and her face turned pale.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Why don't you tell me quickly?" Zhu Gangxi urged impatiently.

"Actually...the secret of this soup is..."

"If I turn back into a fish and can spit out a liquid..."

"Okay, stop talking..."

When Li Mo heard this, he quickly raised his hand and interrupted Meng Xiaoyu's description.

"You mean..."

Zhu Ganghye's eyes widened as he looked at the pot of soup and no longer had any appetite.

"That's it." Meng Xiaoyu lowered his head and whispered.

"That fire toad eats saliva every day..."

"You are a different kind of fish."

Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he took a deep look at Meng Xiaoyu, as if he had a new understanding of this little demon with a shallow cultivation.

This weak fish demon can actually defeat a big demon with a pot of soup? This is not something ordinary demons can do!

What does this mean?

This shows that this little fish has talents and talents that she doesn’t even know she has hidden in her body!!!
To be continued...