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Withdrawing his mind, Fang Yun, who successfully used the five elements to quickly upgrade to a level, was in a good mood. After preparing some running ring items, he took Qianzun to run around without stopping.

Now that the practice of the Five Elements has been released, he has finally made a decision to participate in the next Martial God Altar.

Counting it, he hasn't made an appearance in the Martial Arts Altar for half a year.

Although it may sound a bit unpleasant to say, the sense of presence sometimes really needs to be brushed. If you don’t brush it, it won’t take long for you to be shot to death on the beach by the back waves.

After nearly half a year, although the miracles created by the Qiancheng family on the Martial God Altar are still unsurpassed, but because they have been away from the stage for too long, the enthusiasm for both Qiancheng Qianqiu and Qianqiu Qianren is constantly increasing. retreating.

Fortunately, this is what Fang Yun wanted to see.

The reason for this has been mentioned before, but after touching fish for several months, he can't help but feel a little itchy now, and he really wants to find someone to do a good job of exercising his muscles.

However, it has only been two days since the end of the 11th Martial God Altar, and he will have to wait at least a month to return to the Martial God Altar.

While thinking about how many things he could do this month, he controlled Qian Zun, went to Changshou Village to receive the task chain and started running the task non-stop.

Time passed quickly as he kept running around the ring.

As it was getting late, Fang Yun, who helped the Tiangong to run 300 rings and completed countless rounds of official tasks, felt a little hungry, so he simply hung up the number on the trustee assistant, left the study and went downstairs to cook.

This villa in Yefengtan is good, but there is only one thing that makes him feel a little inconvenient, that is, the house is too big, and every time he cooks, he has to run upstairs and downstairs.

There is no cure for lazy cancer, and as an advanced patient with lazy cancer, Fang Yun is a typical type who can lie down and never sit. Asking him to go upstairs and downstairs to cook and eat every day is like killing him.

So since he lived in Yefengtan, he has had dinner at school most of the time. If he is not at school, he will directly call the private butler to have the meal prepared and delivered. He rarely cooks by himself.

But today he planned to cook a good dinner for himself, firstly because he was in a good mood, and secondly because he had put too much energy into the game during this time, occasionally making a meal by himself can effectively relieve mental stress.

After working in the kitchen for a long time, I made four dishes and one soup for myself. Fang Yun wanted to have another bottle of red wine to pretend to be a high-class person after finishing it. Unfortunately, after turning the house upside down, only two bottles of Coke came out, so he could only make do with it Use it.

Sitting alone in the huge dining room on the first floor, Fang Yun didn't feel lonely at all. He first poured himself a glass of Coke, then picked up his chopsticks and started to eat heartily.

"Ding dong, ding dong—"

But when he was eating vigorously, he heard the doorbell at the entrance suddenly rang. He walked over to open the door and saw that Meng Ge was holding a plate in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. When he opened the door, he immediately revealed A big smile.

"Why are you here? And—"

Seeing Meng Ge who suddenly appeared at the door of his house with food and wine, Fang Yun couldn't help being stunned for a moment, pointing to the things on the plate on her right hand and asking: "What is this?"

"I haven't seen you for many days. As a neighbor, I have an obligation to come and care about you, right?"

Walking past Fang Yun and entering the room, Meng Geqiong wrinkled his nose, turned around in surprise when he smelled the aroma of the food, and asked, "Have you already started eating?"

"Otherwise?"

Shaking his head, Fang Yun first closed the door and went back to the restaurant with her.

After arriving at the restaurant, Fang Yun was about to ask her if she wanted to eat together, but saw Meng Ge put the plate in his hand on the dining table together with the red wine, pointed to the things on the plate and said to him: "I don't care, I will spend a lot of money on this dish." It took me hours to make, you have to eat it, and I'm still waiting for your review."

"Well…"

Hearing what she said, Fang Yun looked at the piece of toast on the plate, and couldn't help asking: "How many hours did it take you to bake just this piece of bread? Is your wheat freshly ground?"

"Hmph, I don't know."

Seeing the disgust on his face, Meng Ge couldn't help but give him a white look, "This is not some baked bread, it's a famous dish abroad, called Wellington steak, it's delicious!"

“Steak Wellington…”

Hearing her explanation, Fang Yun's heart moved, and he couldn't help blurting out: "The one with the same style as Sun Honglei?"

"??"

Facing his inexplicable question, Meng Ge suddenly had a question mark in his head, completely ignoring what he meant by this sentence.

And after Fang Yun finished speaking, he also realized that he had made an old mistake again, so he could only wave his hands again and again and said: "Cough...it's nothing, I heard that this dish is quite troublesome to make, I didn't expect you to be able to do it, it's amazing .”

"Whether it's bad or not, at least you have to eat it to know."

Hearing this, Meng Ge was not in a hurry, but cut the steak for him with his own hands, pushed it in front of him and handed him a knife and fork, and urged him expectantly, "Come on, try it!"

Facing the expectant Meng Ge, Fang Yun didn't refuse, picked up a fork and put a piece into his mouth.

"Well?"

As a piece of steak was eaten into his mouth, Fang Yun, who was not very interested in Western food, raised his eyebrows, looked at Meng Ge in surprise and said, "Soft, crispy, and fragrant! Yes, big girl, it's a pity that you are not a good cook." !"

"Don't you say it's toast now?"

Seeing Fang Yun's incomparably real reaction, Meng Ge breathed a sigh of relief~lightnovelpub.net~ Then she saw her humming and said, "But being a cook is exempt, it's you, and I wouldn't care if it was someone else. Interested in doing it."

As she said that, she opened the red wine casually, went to the wine cabinet and brought two glasses over, poured each for Fang Yun and herself, then sat down and ate Fang Yun's dishes.

She already knew that Fang Yun could cook, after all, this was not the first time she visited.

For Meng Ge, who is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, Fang Yun's dishes can only be said to be quite tasty, but she likes them very much.

In this way, the two of them ate steak and the other Chinese food. After pushing and changing cups, the time soon came to more than eight o'clock in the evening.

After a bottle of Latour was finished by the two of them, seeing that Meng Ge's eyes were a little blurred, Fang Yun ended the dinner in time, personally helped her back to the villa next door, and then returned to his home.

Although Meng Ge's visit surprised him, Fang Yun felt that his whole body had been relaxed for a long time after drinking most of the bottle of red wine and the whole piece of tender and crispy Wellington steak. After tidying up, he went upstairs and returned to the study.