Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five

Liu Wu Kui seemed to know something about Fu Rong's emotional past and spoke up.

As Fu Rong listened to Liu Wu Kui's words, her mind suddenly drifted to her ex-boyfriends, each one more handsome than the last, and each one more capable of betraying her...

She shook her head and then nodded firmly.

"Don't worry, I'm not the same person I used to be. I know what I'm doing."

After she finished speaking, she said to Liu Wu Kui, "Are you hungry? Should I bring you a bowl too?"

"Great!"

Upon hearing that he would also be able to enjoy special treatment, Liu Wu Kui smiled.

...

A moment later.

Zhou Fengliu watched as Fu Rong displayed her superb culinary skills.

Fu Rong skillfully kneaded and rolled out the dough, and in just half an hour, two bowls of very chewy soup noodles were made by her skillful hands.

"Eat up." Fu Rong pushed the bowl in front of Zhou Fengliu.

Looking at the steaming, fragrant bowl of hot noodles in front of him, Zhou Fengliu didn't stand on ceremony and sat down at a small table opposite Liu Wukui, where they spun around wildly.

...

"Miss Fu Rong, your noodles are really delicious..." Zhou Fengliu said to Fu Rong after finishing his meal.

"Wow, you're eating so fast! Isn't it hot?"

Upon hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Liu Wu Kui looked up at Zhou Fengliu's bowl. After seeing that Zhou Fengliu had even drunk the soup, she was somewhat bewildered.

"That's all thanks to Miss Fu Rong's excellent cooking skills; her noodles are absolutely superb!"

As Fu Rong listened to Zhou Fengliu's lavish praise of her bowl of noodles, for some reason, she felt increasingly strange. There was something inexplicably off about Zhou Fengliu's words.

"This bowl of noodles may look ordinary, without any extra ingredients, but the broth has the aroma of chicken stock and hazel mushrooms, and the noodles are incredibly chewy. Miss Fu Rong, you must have simmered this broth for quite a while, right?"

Zhou Fengliu then proceeded to praise Fu Rong.

Although the noodles were delicious and the soup was very tasty, it felt strangely familiar to him, as if he had drunk it before.

"You mean this soup?" Upon hearing this, Fu Rong reached out from the stove and pulled out two packets of Kang Shuai Fu's Chicken Stew with Mushrooms seasoning.

"Hey...you like it so much, here you go..."

"..."

Zhou Fengliu fell silent as he looked at the instant noodle seasoning packet that Fu Rong had tossed out.

No wonder he recognized it so well; it turns out that this "gouba" is chicken soup made from instant noodle seasoning packets.

This inspirational story... is all about cutting-edge technology!

Zhou Fengliu was at a loss for words.

The freshly rolled, chewy noodles paired with this instant noodle seasoning packet give off a feeling of Lu Bu riding a dog.

"I'm full, so I won't bother Miss Fu Rong any longer." After a moment of silence, Zhou Fengliu prepared to slip away.

This made Fu Rong raise an eyebrow and call out to him.

"You're just leaving like that? I even made you noodles, and you're just going to eat them and then walk away?"

Zhou Fengliu's act of leaving right after finishing his meal is quite like some scumbags... pulling up their pants and running away.

"Um..." Zhou Fengliu thought Fu Rong's words made sense; you have to pay when you go out to eat. He tentatively asked:

"How much? I think I only have fifteen yuan in change. Is that enough?"

Fu Rong: "..."

"Give me the money, and leave it for me to help in the kitchen." Fu Rong said that she needed someone to help her.

"Are you sure? Are you serious?" Zhou Fengliu asked, his expression one of shock.

"Hmm?" Fu Rong heard Zhou Fengliu's question and saw the expression on his face. She had a bad feeling.

...

P.S.: I'm begging for everything, please! This newbie author is online, sobbing.

Goodnight, godfathers, and sweet dreams~

Chapter 132 They're all bad people! (First update)

Not long after.

Zhou Fengliu was kicked out by Fu Rong.

"Don't let me see you in the kitchen again."

Fu Rong said something fierce to Zhou Fengliu, then slammed the kitchen door shut, leaving Zhou Fengliu looking helpless.

"Hey... is it really that serious?"

Zhou Fengliu shook his head.

The God of War is great in every way, except he can't cook. He can manage to cook instant noodles or heat up some fast food, but he's completely hopeless at cooking; his dishes are absolute disasters.

As for helping out in the kitchen, needless to say, he was the kind of person who would only make things worse by trying to help, which is why he often ate out.

Forget it.

Zhou Fengliu didn't dwell on it. After all, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Cooking was his weakness, but he had other strengths too.

...

After leaving Fu Rong, Zhou Fengliu strolled around Biyou Village.

Perhaps because he had blown up the cultivation furnace, Ma Xianhong was busy repairing it and didn't have time to look for him, which made him feel quite at ease.

I saw him climb up a hillside, open his arms, take a deep breath, and feel the beauty of nature. In this vast world, his figure was so small. The breeze gently caressed his face, like a woman's soft hand gently stroking him.

Seeing such a beautiful view, he was just about to take out his "far ahead" phone to take a couple of landscape photos when he saw a figure carrying a basket walking towards him in the distance.

At first glance, she looked like a young girl picking mushrooms, but upon closer inspection, she turned out to be an old Taoist priest gathering medicinal herbs.

It's that old bastard Zhao Guizhen.

"Benefactor Zhou," Zhao Guizhen greeted Zhou Fengliu slowly.

"Hmm... Master Zhao, did you just finish gathering herbs?" Zhou Fengliu glanced at the basket on Zhao Guizhen's back, which seemed to be empty.

"Yes... I was just about to go back."

"Then take care, Daoist Zhao." Zhou Fengliu said quite naturally when he heard Zhao Guizhen say that he was going back.

"it is good..."

Zhao Guizhen seemed to have some ulterior motives. He had only taken a few steps when he turned back, looked at Zhou Fengliu with an air of righteousness, and said:

"Yesterday I heard that Benefactor Zhou seems to have inherited the Tongtian Talisman, right?"

Hearing Zhao Guizhen's words, Zhou Fengliu nodded: "What? Is Daoist Zhao interested in the Tongtian Talisman?"

Faced with Zhou Fengliu's question, Zhao Guizhen, no matter how interested he was, couldn't show it. He stroked his beard and said seriously:

“It’s not that I’m interested. You may not know this, but I’m a disciple of the Shangqing School of Maoshan. I have some understanding of talismans. If you have any questions about talismans, please feel free to ask me.”

"Hmm." Zhou Fengliu responded after hearing Zhao Guizhen's words, and then continued:

"I heard yesterday that Master Zhao is a disciple of the Shangqing School. Since he is a disciple of the Shangqing School, why doesn't Master Zhao cultivate Taoism on the mountain, but instead stays in Biyou Village?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guizhen paused for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly twice: "It's a long story... let's not talk about it, it's all in the past."

He gave Zhou Fengliu a few perfunctory words, said some nonsense, and then walked away under Zhou Fengliu's watchful gaze.

Looking at Zhao Guizhen's back, Zhou Fengliu knew that the old man was no good. He thought for a moment, took out his company phone, and searched for some information on the intranet.

Although there wasn't much information about Zhao Guizhen on the company's intranet, based on his memory of the original work, he still managed to find seven murder cases that were suspected to be committed by Zhao Guizhen.

Ok.

This is it.

Zhou Fengliu glanced at the case information on the intranet. Since it was not a murder case that occurred in the North China region, his access was limited to seeing information about seven boys who had hanged themselves from the beams of their own houses, as well as photos of the cases.

Having read the original novel, he knew very well that these murders were committed by Zhao Guizhen through the evil magic he practiced at Yemaoshan.

It could be said that Zhao Guizhen, who appears extremely upright and virtuous on the surface, is actually very dirty inside...

After thinking it over, Zhou Fengliu decided it was better to leave Zhao Guizhen to that "merciful" temporary worker from East China to handle.

After all, he wasn't professional enough to properly prepare Zhao Guizhen's lamb spine.

...

Time passed little by little.

As evening approached, Zhou Fengliu strolled back to the village. After having dinner at the canteen, he took the initiative to deliver food to Chen Duo and arrived at Chen Duo's room at the same time as yesterday.

"Wang-"

The stray dog ​​trotted over when it saw someone approaching, but upon recognizing Zhou Fengliu, it smoothly veered off and ran away.

It seems that Zhou Fengliu is a terrifying person to it.

Zhou Fengliu ignored it and pushed open Chen Duo's door, placing the lunchbox on the table.

"Same as yesterday...eat it." Zhou Fengliu said, looking at Chen Duo not far away.

“Okay…” Chen Duo nodded expressionlessly, and as usual, opened her lunchbox and sat down on the floor.

Seeing Chen Duo eating, Zhou Fengliu wasn't in a hurry to go back. He sat on a small stool outside and waited for Chen Duo to finish eating.

As far as he could see, the stray dog, seeing him sitting outside the house, immediately hid in the yard.

"You dog...you're trying to run away."

"Hmm?" Upon hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Chen Duo, who was focused on finishing her food, looked up and then called out.

"Chen Junyan!"