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When Yang San left, his face was full of anger. In the past, when she fought with Hades, the outcome was 50-50. As a result, she slept for a thousand years, and her strength was greatly reduced. So far, she has recovered to 30% after eating so many things. In addition, here is the underworld, the territory of Hades. Under the ebb and flow, Yang San lost miserably this time. She decided to wait for her strength to return to the peak stage, and then kill her again, she will be ashamed today!
Before leaving, the more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became, so she ran to find her friend Po Meng.
"Xiao Meng, does Yama still eat your cooking?"
Xiao Meng nodded while scooping up a spoonful of Meng Po soup for the ghosts who were queuing up, "Of course I made it, and there is no other chef besides me."
Yang San was ashamed: There was no chef, but those chefs were all killed by Xiaomeng's cooking skills. But every time she saw those ghosts eating something made by Xiaomeng, she would feel very happy, anyway, the victim was not her.
The male ghost who took the Mengpo soup squeezed his nose and drank it in one gulp. His pale face turned red, blue, and purple. The male ghost pinched his neck, as if he had been tortured, sticking out his long tongue Yes, rolled his eyes. If he hadn't died once, he could die again.
Granny Meng shook her head. These ghosts are really pitiful. They haven't eaten good food for hundreds of years, and they are so moved after a sip of soup.
The corners of Yang San's mouth twitched, "He has eaten the same food for thousands of years, so he must have gotten tired of it long ago. In my opinion, it's better to change some dishes."
She lowered her voice and said, "I learned some recipes in the world, let's have a good chat."
"Stir-fried bacon with strawberries, instant noodle ice cream, stir-fried oranges with vegetables, looking up at the starry sky You look at the underworld, you can't usually see the stars, how miserable, if you can eat looking up at the starry sky, it's also a dream, isn't it? "
"Whenever I see looking up at the starry sky, I think of the stars."
Po Meng paused while scooping up the soup, thoughtfully, "Sounds good."
Yang San tried his best not to raise the corners of his mouth too clearly, and said, "I'll write the recipe for you, and you continue to work."
Then I took out the pen and paper from the mustard and started writing. Yang San had previously searched for dark cuisine on the Internet, and was deeply intimidated by it, so he was deeply impressed. Even if she can't remember some steps, it doesn't matter to her, just write it casually - this is also a kind of innovation.
After finishing writing, she solemnly handed over the recipe to Granny Meng, "My best friend, in my heart, you have always been a chef who has been delayed by hell, don't let me down."
Po Meng didn't expect Yang San to trust her so much, she also held her hand with a moved face, "Don't worry, I will work hard! I will send you a copy of the finished part!"
Yang San's face froze for a moment, and he said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Big deal, she won't eat it after receiving it! Isn't Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei here? The little brother is taking the blame!
Yang Sanli thought confidently
Yang San rubbed his eyebrows, this trip to the underworld can be regarded as barely achieving his goal. The next thing is to find the assistant.
According to his own impression, Yang San took out a pen and paper, and drew the assistant.
She thumped her head in frustration. She knew that when using the Sansheng mirror, she should borrow his camera from the ghost messenger. Hey, I don't know if the camera can capture the picture in the Sansei mirror.
Forget it, Yang San felt his wrists ache when he thought that he had to go to the underworld to copy another application form.
She looked at her finished product and nodded confidently - she painted so similarly, there's no reason why others couldn't recognize it!
Just you, He Yifan!
As an agent, He Yifan should know a little bit about the assistants of celebrities, not to mention that Fang Tongyue also worked with them.
Yang San took out her mobile phone and called Xu Chunshen. To her surprise, both Xu Chunshen and He Yifan were at home.
Yang San thought about it, and before going out, he took out five fruits from the pile of local specialties with a look of reluctance, and put them into bags
2104.
Well, this is the house number of Xu Chunshen's house.
Yang San checked it and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened within a second, as if the people inside were only waiting for the doorbell to ring, He Yifan smiled and said, "Come in."
Yang San walked in, and Xu Chunshen sat on the lotus-colored sofa, as if reading a script, with a pair of long straight legs that were particularly eye-catching. He raised his head, revealing aConcentrated, "You say, is my face round? Am I fat?"
When it came to the word fat, she gritted her teeth.
Yang San has a very typical oval face, with a little baby fat, which makes her look smaller.
Xu Chunshen thought of his niece who only weighed 80 pounds at home and kept saying she wanted to lose weight, and her expression became a little more serious, "You're fine like this, don't follow other people's diets."
He Yifan also nodded. It is understandable that the female stars in the entertainment industry are skinny in order to be photogenic. Yang San has no intention of mixing in the entertainment industry, so there is no need to learn from them to diet and lose weight.
Yang San's eyebrows stretched again, "I won't."
It is impossible to go on a diet, not in a lifetime! A life without food would be better off sleeping. That coffin face must be because he didn't see her good appetite and envied and hated her.
Yang San stood up, "I'll go back first, 88."
Then simply leave
He Yifan picked up the portrait painted by Yang San again, and looked at Xu Chunshen's later painting.
He said to Xu Chunshen sincerely: "I think you can take the Yang language tenth test."
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