Chapter 11： Is this really just white rice porridge?

"Boy, what is this? Bed?" At this time, Zhao Lao was already lying on the sofa, closing his eyes comfortably.

"This is a sofa for rest."

"Your kid really enjoys it. I haven't slept so comfortably for so long." Mr. Zhao no longer wanted to get up and lay down.

"Ah! Brother Su, is this me?"

"Well, it's you, that's a mirror."

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at everything curiously for a long time. At this time, she had strolled to the bathroom and nailed a mirror on the wall facing the door. She saw herself in the mirror at a glance.

A lot of supplies in the other world are only at the level of ancient times. They don’t want to enjoy it, so the mirrors are all copper mirrors, and the beds are all wooden beds. Many things are not precise enough.

"Wow, it's amazing!" Amy is a girl's nature. Mu Xiaoxiao has lost her mind and looks at herself carefully in front of the mirror.

Su Yu saw them lying down, looking at the mirror, smiling slightly, and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

said to prepare dinner, in fact, there is only one thing-white rice porridge.

Turn on the stove, pour water and rice into the pot, just wait quietly.

"Boy, are you only going to prepare these for dinner?" Zhao Lao's eyes opened slightly, watching Su Yu just pour a few rice into the pot, and then no other action could not help asking.

It's too cold, and I don't know how to respect the old man.

"Lao Zhao, I only have these rices here. If you want to eat dinner, a bowl of porridge needs a middle grade spirit stone."

"What?" Zhao Lao jumped from the sofa and asked in disbelief because he thought he had heard it wrong.

No matter where he goes, people who want to invite him to eat can go around Dongzhou. Now this kid has to pay a fee, and it is only a bowl of porridge. The most important thing is that he wants a middle class. Spirit Stone!

Middle grade spirit stone is nothing to him naturally, but suffocating, a bowl of white rice porridge is the most expensive and only three pieces of down grade spirit stone. Okay, think he is a great priest, and he will be slaughtered by a junior.

"A bowl of porridge and a middle grade spirit stone." Su Yu still said.

"Oh, boy, you can rest assured that your old man doesn't eat it!" Zhao Lao sneered. If he wasn't thinking about his apprentice, he would definitely walk away!

"Brother Su, will a bowl of congee and a middle grade spirit stone be too expensive?" Mu Xiao said in a small voice, she thought that Zhao Lao was a good person, and did not want the relationship to be too stiff.

"It's okay, my porridge is different." Su Yu said confidently.

In fact, if he was not forced to do so, he did not want to charge, but now his funds are extremely scarce, and only 599 gold coins remain after the appraisal of the apothecary. Now, because Mu Xiaoxiao is here, there must be an extra bed, that is, Five hundred gold coins will be spent, leaving only ninety-nine gold coins (ninety-nine inferior spirit stones).

Old Zhao, as a sage, has a wealth of money, and Su Yuzai is also at ease.

"Not the same? I want to see what's different!" Zhao Lao hummed, although Su Yu and Mu Xiaoxiao deliberately pressed their voices, but with the help of Zhao Lao's martial arts training, they could naturally hear it clearly.

As the white smoke floated from the pot, the whole house began to be filled with the fragrance of rice porridge. The smoke is different from the ordinary smoke. It will not dissipate directly in the air, but it is naughty in front of Zhao Lao. After a roll, just this fragrance made Zhao Lao's taste buds burst, and his tongue didn't consciously jump in his mouth.

"Old Zhao, do you really not eat?" Su Yu asked deliberately.

"Hum" was exchanged with a cold sneer from Mr. Zhao. He dare not open his mouth to speak now, for fear of drooling. With his cultivation, food is no longer a necessity, but at this time he felt a long-lost hunger. .

"Wow, it's so fragrant..." Mu Xiaoxiao shouted, breathing in the aroma of porridge.

"Little, try it." Su Yu gave Mu Xiaosheng a bowl.

The white porcelain plate is engraved with exquisite flower carvings, which are filled with thick porridge juice. In the porridge juice, a grain of pearl-shaped rice grains floats. These rice grains cooperate with the porridge juice to reflect the brilliant light.

"Glowing white rice porridge..." Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the rice porridge in his hand in amazement, but she couldn't bear to swallow.

Lao Zhao swallowed aside, but in order to maintain his dignity, he endured with great perseverance, but his eyes could not help but glance at Su Yu.

But I saw that Su Yu was walking toward me with a bowl of porridge. He immediately raised his head proudly and was proud. The boy finally knew how powerful his name was and was ready to taste it for himself. , And then reluctant to taste it.

Finally, Su Yu brought the porridge to Zhao Lao. Zhao Lao finally couldn't hold back, his eyes narrowed, and he coughed, "Since you invited me to taste it with sincerity, then I will try to take a bite for it."

But at the next moment, Lao Zhao's hand stretched out froze, because Su Yu's footsteps did not stop in front of him, but ignored him directly, and walked straight to the fur in front of his little nest.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Maomao turned around Su Yu's feet excitedly, raised his forelegs, and jumped to Su Yu without stopping.

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Then, in the eyes of Zhao Laoyuan staring, put the bowl of porridge with a rich fragrance in front of Mao Mao.

Seeing Zheng Huan eaten by Mao Mao, Su Yu touched its supple hair and chuckled.

Luo Ru was struck by lightning and insulted! This is a naked insult!

He was a holy priest, and his beard was upset, his face was blue and white, his body was shaking, his finger was pointing at Su Yu, and his lips were speechless.

"Huh? Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Su Yu looked at Mr. Zhao pretending to be puzzled.

"Humph"

Lao Zhao snorted again, shook his hand, closed his eyes and raised his head, he could not lose momentum!

"Wow, it's delicious! This is the best thing I've ever eaten, none of them!" Mu Xiaoxiao made an extremely exaggerated voice, followed by the sound of continuous burial and porridge.

Is there such an exaggeration, fake! I must want to seduce me!

Mr. Zhao swallowed drunkenly, turned his head, but saw that Mao Mao was facing him, and was drinking porridge frantically. Then he seemed to feel something. He looked up at Mr. Zhao, and immediately felt a threat, clawed. Lived the bowl, slashed his teeth against him, flicked his body, turned his head, **** turned to Zhao Lao and continued to drink porridge.

What does this mean, are you afraid that I will grab your porridge? Will I rarity a dog? Uncle can't bear it!

was despised by a dog! Lao Zhao only felt that there was an unknown fire in his chest and then violently burned, this breath must be out! I'm going to try what the taste of this porridge is, even if it is really delicious, I must criticize him for nothing!

"Give me a bowl!" Zhao Lao pretended to disdain, his voice became hoarse due to depression.

Su Yu looked at Zhao Zhao's flushed face, and the corner of her mouth slightly curled, not afraid that you wouldn't hook...