My imagination has come true

Mu Qingyun really wanted to hear the story, but it was really late now, and it was time for her to rush to write the manuscript after she finished cooking.

At the window sill on the second floor, Grandma Bai was already looking down with her reading glasses on. If she was not fed, she would probably not eat again tonight.

Grandma Bai has a bad stomach and a very picky mouth. Mu Qingyun can order a bowl of noodles from outside and the food will still be delicious, but she cannot.

It would be nice to have a simple dinner. Mu Qingyun went directly to the refrigerator and took out a piece of tofu, chopped it into minced meat, cut a radish, beat three eggs, stir-fried some green onions and garlic, and added some sesame oil. Add onion, ginger, water, and salt to make two plates of dumplings.

Grandma Bai's favorite thing these days is the steamed dumplings made by Mu Qingyun, especially the vegetarian ones. In order to eat the freshest vegetarian dumplings, she even excused herself to read Buddhist scriptures recently. Eating some vegetarian food will help her understand Buddhism better. reason.

Mu Qingyun glanced at the pile of "Joking History" magazines placed on her bedside, as well as a pile of martial arts novels and romance novels, and even after thinking about it, she didn't tell them apart.

Grandma Bai is getting older, so it doesn’t hurt to eat more vegetarian food.

As for her recent lack of love for meat, Mu Qingyun decided to cook a pot of fragrant braised beef. This person's appetite usually compromises in the face of real food. Although it is a personal preference, as long as it is not As someone who is allergic to meat, Mu Qingyun feels that he can handle more than [-]% of a pot of braised beef.

This is not a big lie, it is clearly a valid conclusion reached after countless experiments.

I think back then, Teacher Xiao Fang was also a top picky eater who could worry the chef to death. Except when he was adventuring outside, he would not eat fat or lean pork. He would not eat old or tender eggs. He did not like to eat them. I don’t like rice, and I don’t like flour either. Eating is like taking medicine.

Mu Qingyun served a pot of whitebait and chicken, and Teacher Xiao Fang ate three large steamed buns that were too big to hold with one hand. The last thing he put in was a sterile egg that was still yellow and yellow. The old man also ate it. At this time I don’t mind the eggs being too tender.

Of the eighty small and exquisite steamed dumplings, Mu Qingyun killed 48, and the rest went into Grandma Bai's belly.

Mu Qingyun's 48 was not enough, so he planned to go out to look for snacks. Grandma Bai was a little worried, so she decided to go for a walk together.

As soon as she went out, Mu Qingyun saw Zhang Jingsong and Mr. Zhang following her pitifully behind.

Mr. Zhang is still very thin, dressed in tatters, and holds a bamboo stick in his hand, but he still walks very lightly and very fast.

Mu Qingyun also heard someone shouting from behind - "Old man, I'm sorry, please step aside. There is rice left by other guests here. How about I cook it for you and fry it again?"

Zhang Jingsong: "..."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

In fact, we can’t blame people for treating Mr. Zhang as a beggar. He has completely let himself go recently, wearing whatever is comfortable for him. He has patches everywhere and refuses to change them. Even though he is not rich, he is not very short of money. of.

And now that the Ming Dynasty knows that the old man is still alive, various benefits will definitely be promoted.

The Ming Dynasty must take good care of a person like him, a great hero, a great hero, and arrange for servants, doctors, nannies, drivers, etc., because he refuses to leave Xiongxian County. The staff held several emergency meetings. Generally speaking, they must ensure that the old man lives a happy life.

However, Zhang Jingsong himself wanted to run around dressed like this. This was the first time he had been treated as a beggar. What was even more outrageous was that he actually agreed and ate the leftovers they gave him.

When this was the first time he encountered this kind of thing, the service staff beside him were stunned for a long time and did not react. They watched the old man eating a bowl of gnocchi that was brought to him with noodle soup. He immediately cried and cried so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. He was so angry and sobbed that he lured the restaurant owners from half a street out to watch the fun.Zhang Jingsong was also in a state of confusion at this time, staring at Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai with one eye, and kept working, stuffing all the fried rice into his stomach in one breath.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

After eating and drinking, Zhang Jingsong followed again. Without waiting for Mu Qingyun to ask, he whispered: "The ancestor sent a message and said that classmate Mu was curious about Baiyun Gate and asked me to tell him about it, but I have to wait for classmate Mu. I have to finish writing today's copy of "Red Sleeves and the Red Mansion"."

Mu Qingyun: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry."

For the next novel, she will write about Zhang Jingsong. This old man is also a legend, and he is still alive. With his character, it must be interesting to write.

After walking around with Grandma Bai for more than half an hour, Mu Qingyun went back to code. According to the outline, it was already 10:30 to complete today's task.

Zhang Jingsong and Mr. Zhang floated into the study window like a thin stream of smoke. Mu Qingyun was startled: "Old man, are you really waiting?"

"How dare you wait?"

"My curiosity about the Baiyun Sect is no longer as curious as that of Mr. Qiao, the great master you are afraid of. Who is he?"

Zhang Jingsong smiled: "Before, I didn't dare to mention his name. Now, at this age, as long as you don't dance in front of him, it doesn't matter."

"His surname is Qiao, and his name is Qiao Qing. He is the leader of the Demon Cult and the No. 1 evil sect back then."

Mu Qingyun finally couldn't help but twitching his eyes: "Now there is still...a demon sect?"

Zhang Jingsong smiled coquettishly: "That's true. I was on the overpass a few days ago and I saw a disciple of the Demon Cult telling people fortunes and cheating people out of money. Anyway, most of the people who cheat and deceive people have something to do with the Demon Cult."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

"Of course, Leader Qiao has ignored Jianghu affairs for decades, and now he is just a legend passed down by word of mouth."

Only then did Mu Qingyun really realize that something was wrong. In fact, she had already felt that there was something wrong with Qiao Qing's age.

Zhang Jingsong is nearly a hundred years old. When it comes to Qiao Qing, he speaks with respect to an old man. This can be regarded as Mr. Qiao's seniority, but when it comes to the leader of the Demon Cult, he is still the leader that Mr. Zhang recognizes, and that was at least a hundred years ago. People.

How old is Joe?
Numerous scripts she had written suddenly flashed through the depths of Mu Qingyun's mind, including some outrageous fantasy stories, such as Liaozhai in the Human World, where a vixen had practiced for thousands of years and lost her animal form and transformed into a human form, and when a weasel became an adult, he married a Chicken essence is a wife, but she is not a hen.

As soon as she thought of this, Mr. Qiao seemed to have transformed into a body covered in chicken feathers. She couldn't help laughing, and there was a smile in her eyes.

Zhang Jingsong took a breath and sighed: "Classmate Mu, the old man finally understands that I have been crazy for decades, and my character and cultivation are far inferior to that of a little girl like you!"

When he discovered the secret of the leader's possible immortality, he couldn't sleep well for half a month, fearing that his head would be gone when he opened his eyes one day, but fellow student Mu didn't take it seriously at all.