The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Drop by drop, drip into the wooden bowl in your hand, and mix into the clear and fragrant Mengpo soup.

"This……"

For the changes in Meng Po Tang, Sanqi didn't seem to notice it.

But Sun Shangxiang, who was at the side, watched carefully from the beginning to the end.

As a ghost messenger of the underworld, she certainly knows what the real Mengpo soup tastes like.

But since Meng Qi died [-] years ago, Sanqi took over the position of Meng Po, and she can no longer cook the legendary Meng Po soup.

until today.

Sun Shangxiang looked at the wooden bowl in Sanqi's hand for a while, then suddenly raised her head, with surprise on her face, and shouted at Sanqi, "Sanqi... Sanqi! Your soup, your soup, is done!"

But for Sun Shangxiang's shout, Sanqi did not make any response.

She's still crying, she's just crying.

After living for six hundred years, she has never understood as much as she does today.

Meng Qi didn't tell Sanqi back then that the sign of Meng Po's coming of age is actually Meng Po's first tear.

Only Meng Po, who has shed tears, can shed the ignorance in her heart and mature and grow up.

So, Sanqi's stupidity all these years is actually not just because she lost a soul congenitally.

The tears in the eyes were like pearls with broken strings, dripping drop by drop into the bowl, causing ripples in circles.

Sanqi cried and raised her head, she met Sun Shangxiang's eyes, choked up and said, "Ah Xiang, actually, I understand."

"Understand what?"

Suddenly uttering such a nonsensical sentence made Sun Shangxiang's heart skip a beat, and she didn't know how to answer.

But Sanqi didn't seem to be planning to get any answer from Sun Shangxiang, he had lowered his head again at this time, and let out a long sigh of disappointment from his mouth.

"I understand."

Sanqi said, "I like him."

"As long as I can see Changsheng, I will be happy for no reason, but if I can't see him, I will feel really depressed and sad."

"I like him."

Sanqi suddenly threw the Mengpo soup in her hand on the ground, and threw herself directly into Sun Shangxiang's arms.

She cried and said, "Even if he doesn't like me, even if he doesn't come to see me, I still like him, and I still want to forget him."

"Axiang, you understand me, right?"

Of course Sun Shangxiang understood her, but at this moment, she knew very clearly in her heart that it was not suitable for her to say anything.

"Ugh……"

Putting away the mace in his hand again, the wooden bowl containing Mengpo soup was also thrown away by Sun Shangxiang just like Panax notoginseng.

She backhanded Sanchi, and suddenly burst into tears.

Some people, some things, dare not forget, can not forget.

When Sanqi was young, I once asked my aunt Meng Qi what the eighth taste of Meng Po Tang was, Tang Yin.

At that time, A Niang only said mysteriously that when Sanqi grows up, she will naturally understand.

A Niang also said that she would rather Sanqi not know the real cooking method of Mengpo soup for the rest of her life, and she would not be able to find the eighth flavor soup Yin needed for Mengpo soup for the rest of her life.

At this time, Sanqi, who was hugging Sun Shangxiang and weeping bitterly, finally understood after hundreds of years.

It turned out that the eighth flavor Tang Yin needed for Mengpo soup was always on her body.

Mengpo soup, Wangqing soup.

To make a bowl of Mengpo soup with a strong aroma, a total of eight flavors are needed.

One drop of raw tears, two old tears of money, three points of bitter tears, four cups of regretful tears.

Five inches of tears of lovesickness, six cups of tears in sickness, seven cups of tears of parting...

There is also the last taste, which belongs to a Meng Po, crying sadly.

Sanqi thought, it turned out that, including A Niang, all the Meng Pos had been sad...

Under Sun Shangxiang's persuasion, Sanqi did not run away from home after all, and did not leave Huangquan just like that.

But she had a wound in her heart, but it was an indisputable fact after all.

Even though today's Sanqi has learned how to cook real Mengpo soup, her mind is not at all on business.

Not to mention going to boil a new pot of sweet and clear Mengpo soup, Sanqi didn't have much interest in doing the usual work of judging crimes and sending souls of the dead into reincarnation.

Although Sanqi said earlier that she wanted Wang Xiaolu to do things for her.

But Wang Xiaolu, a dead head planted in a flowerpot, doesn't have a hand to hold a pen, so how can he do things for Sanqi?

Sanqi was full of thoughts, wait until the next day, maybe Changsheng will come back?

However, not to mention the second day, even the third day, and the fourth day, she also failed to see Murong Bai in Mengpo Village.