Conquer a Mountain And Become The Great King Chapter 11: Is this really just rice porridge?

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

　　"This is a sofa, for resting."

　　 "You kid will really enjoy it. I haven't slept with such a comfortable thing after I have lived for so long." Zhao Lao didn't want to get up anymore, and said while lying down.

　　 "Ah! Brother Su, is this me?"

　　 "Well, it's you, that's a mirror."

　　 Mu Xiaoxiao would look curiously for a long time when she saw everything. At this time, she had walked to the bathroom, pinned a mirror on the wall facing the door, and she saw herself in the mirror at a glance.

　　Many products in the alien world are only at the ancient level, they don't want to enjoy it, so the mirrors are all bronze mirrors, the beds are also wooden beds, and many things are not fine enough.

　　 "Wow, that's amazing!" It's a girl's nature to love beauty. Mu Xiaoxiao has no distractions, and carefully looks at herself in the mirror.

　　 Su Yu saw them lying down, the other was looking in the mirror, smiled slightly, walked into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner.

　　 said it was preparing dinner, but in fact there was only one thing-rice porridge.

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

　　 "Boy, are you only planning to prepare these for dinner?" Old Zhao opened his eyes slightly, watching Su Yu only pick up a few handfuls of rice and pour it into the pot without any other actions, so he couldn't help but ask.

　　 This is too cold, and I don’t know how to respect the elders.

　　 "Lao Zhao, I only have these rice here. If you want to eat dinner, you need a medium-grade spirit stone for a bowl of porridge."

　　 "What?" Old Zhao jumped up from the sofa, thinking he had heard it wrong, and asked in disbelief.

　　 I want him to be dignified, no matter where he goes, people who want to invite him to dinner can go around Dongzhou, and now this kid actually has to charge, and it’s just a bowl of porridge. The most important thing is that he actually wants one. A medium-grade spirit stone!

　　Middle-grade spirit stone is not a big deal to him, but he is frustrated. A bowl of rice porridge is the most expensive and only has three low-grade spirit stones. Okay, if he thinks that he is a magnificent alchemy sage, he will be slaughtered by a junior.

　　 "One bowl of porridge, one middle-grade spirit stone." Su Yu still said.

　　 "Heh! Boy, don't worry, you don't have to eat your porridge old man!" Old Zhao sneered. If he wasn't thinking about his apprentice, he would definitely walk away!

　　 "Brother Su, would a bowl of porridge and a medium-grade spirit stone be too expensive?" Mu Xiaoxiao said in a low voice. She thought Mr. Zhao was a good person and didn't want the relationship to be too stale.

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

　　 In fact, he would not want to charge if he hadn't been forced to, but now his funds are extremely lacking. After the appraisal of the pharmacist, only 599 gold coins are left. Now because Mu Xiaoxiao is here, he must add an extra bed. , That is, another five hundred gold coins have to be spent, leaving only ninety-nine gold coins (99 low-grade spirit stones).

　　 As a pill saint, Zhao Lao is rich in wealth, and Su Yuzai also feels at ease.

　　"It's different? I want to see what's different!" Old Zhao snorted. Although Su Yu and Mu Xiaoxiao deliberately suppressed their voices, they can naturally hear them clearly based on Zhao's martial arts training. Chu.

　　 As the white smoke floats from the pot, the whole house begins to be filled with the fragrance of rice porridge. The smoke is different from ordinary smoke. It does not dissipate directly when floating in the air, but rather naughty. Elder Zhao slapped in front of him, and the scent alone made Elder Zhao’s taste buds burst, and his tongue jumped in his mouth unconsciously.

　　 "Lao Zhao, are you really not eating?" Su Yu asked deliberately.

　　 "Hum" in exchange for Zhao Lao let out a cold snort. He dare not open his mouth now, for fear that saliva will come out. With his cultivation base, food is no longer a necessity, but at this time he feels a long absence. Hunger.

　　 "Wow, it smells so good..." Mu Xiaoxiao shouted, snorting the scent of porridge.

　　 "Little, try it." Su Yu served Mu Xiaoxiao a bowl.

　　The white porcelain plate is engraved with exquisite flower carvings, which is filled with thick porridge juice. In the porridge juice are floating rice grains that are round like pearls. These rice grains reflect the bright light with the porridge juice.

　　 "The glowing white rice porridge..." Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the rice porridge in his hand in amazement, but he couldn't bear to swallow it.

　　 Lao Zhao swallowed wildly, but in order to maintain his dignity, he endured with great perseverance, but he couldn't help but glance at Su Yu.

　　 But seeing Su Yu walking towards him with a bowl of porridge, he immediately raised his head proudly and felt proud. In the end, this kid knew how good his name was and was ready to taste it for himself. I must be righteous. The refusal of words, and then reluctantly tasted it.

　　 Finally, Su Yu brought the porridge in front of Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao couldn't hold back, his eyes narrowed, and a light cough, "Since you are so sincere in inviting me to taste it, then I will reluctantly taste it. Right."

　　 But the next moment, Zhao Lao's outstretched hand froze directly, because Su Yu's footsteps did not stop in front of him, but directly ignored him, and went straight to Maomao who was lying in his den. .

　　 "Woo woo woo..."

　　Maomao excitedly circled Su Yu's feet, raised his forelimbs, and kept beating towards Su Yu.

　　 "Don't worry~ IndoMTL.com~ You are indispensable."

　　 Then, in Zhao Laoyuan's staring gaze, he placed the bowl of porridge with the rich aroma in front of Mao Mao.

　　 Seeing Maomao eating Zhenghuan, Su Yu touched its soft hair and chuckled lightly.

　　 Zhao Laoru was struck by lightning, insulting! This is a stark insult!

　　He was dignified, his beard was standing upside down with anger, his face was blue and white, his whole body trembled, his finger pointed at Su Yu, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

　　 "Huh? Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Su Yu looked at Mr. Zhao pretendingly in confusion.

　　"humph"

　　 Old Zhao coldly snorted again, waved his hand, closed his eyes and raised his head, his momentum cannot be defeated!

　　 "Wow, it's delicious! This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten, none of them!" Mu Xiaoxiao made an extremely exaggerated voice, and then continued to bury his head in the porridge.

　　 Is there such an exaggeration, fake! Must be trying to seduce me!

　　 Zhao Lao swallowed wildly, turned his head, but saw Maomao facing him, drinking porridge frantically, and then seemed to feel something, looked up at Zhao Lao, and immediately felt a threat , Claws hugged the bowl, bared his teeth at him, flicked his body, turned his head, **** facing Lao Zhao, and continued to drink porridge.

　　What does this mean, are you afraid that I will **** your porridge? Would I care about a dog's stuff? Uncle can't bear it, my aunt can't bear it!

　　 I was actually despised by a dog! Mr. Zhao only felt that there was an unknown fire in his chest, no matter how violently it burned, he had to breathe out! I want to taste the taste of this porridge, even if it is really delicious, I must criticize him for nothing!

　　 "Bring me a bowl!" Zhao Lao said pretendingly, his voice became hoarse due to depression.

　　 Su Yu looked at Zhao Lao's face flushed, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, not afraid that you won't take the bait...