All Stars Are My Food Fans

   Chapter 393

   "Just say what you have, don't want this expression."

   "Sister, has my mental condition become very bad recently?" Fang Ping's tone was a little worried.

  Mrs. Al:...

  "Have you drunk the spiritual warming liquid recently? How many times a day? Did you go to the mecha with them and play the holographic mecha pk?"

   "This-how can this be avoided." Fang Ping said: "The people in the entire retirement group, except Lao Tie, no one can do it."

  "Don't change the subject, has my situation become bad?"

   Fang Ping was tense.

  Mrs. Al sighed.

  Fang Ping's heart became more tense.

   "No, only one point." Mrs. Al said this sentence countless times, "You are all old, and as you grow older, your health will get worse and worse."

  Because I overdrawn more potential and suffered more injuries when I was young, the rate of degeneration would be much faster than ordinary people.

  Therefore, it is necessary to quit some things, start drinking the spiritual warming liquid, and be regularly delivered by the spiritual healer to heal the spiritual power.

  But, she said this ten thousand times, and no one listened.

   is mixed.

   "Is it really a little bit?"

   "If you are really so scared, you should be like an old iron. He is older than you, but he is healthier than you."

  Fang Ping shook his head, how could ordinary people be like old iron.

   "Then what else do you say, wait for it to get worse."

  The conversation between the two ends here.

  Until Jiang Qiuqiu started to stew the soup in a casserole pot and stir-fried the meat with oil, Fang Ping's nose fluttered, and he couldn't help but glance at Mrs. Al, "Is there really not much difference?"

   "No..." Mrs. Al was almost annoyed by his question, "Why do you always ask this?"

   "If not, why did you suddenly invite a chef from the revolving restaurant to cook me some good food? I'm so scared."

  "……"

  Mrs. Al was speechless for a while, "You have so much imagination."

  "She is not in the revolving restaurant. Besides, have you not been to the revolving restaurant? Is it so fragrant?"

  Mrs. Al introduced Jiang Qiuqiu again.

   "So, she is really a spiritual healer?"

   "Well, a spiritual healer who uses food to enter the way, his cooking skills are particularly good."

   "...Are there still spiritual healers of this breed?" Fang Ping was startled.

   "Yes, I did it once before." But that was a long time ago. Contrary to Qiuqiu, the food department mental healer from the same age as Mrs. Al is not very good at cooking, even a bit bad.

  I don’t even know why, the more unpalatable the food in her hands, the better.

  Later, she slowly fell silent. Sink to the bottom to become a spiritual healer.

  It will take some time to cook. As usual, Mrs. Al asked Fang Ping to check her mental strength and body. Jiang Qiuqiu finished all the dishes during the check.

  With the exercise, the spirit sea is getting wider and wider, and cooking a meal will not feel too tired.

  Fang Ping smelled this fragrant smell as soon as he came out. When he went to the kitchen to serve food, almost everyone could not walk.

  Three people had a satisfying lunch.

  All the plates are empty.

  He praised Jiang Qiuqiu's cooking skills loudly from his seat, saying that Jiang Qiuqiu is simply a contemporary kitchen god, and under the strong delicacy that hits his mind, the sense of healing seems a little inadequate.

  Fang Ping couldn't help but invite Jiang Qiuqiu to become his own spiritual healer.

  "The little girl can do anything, as long as you want it, as long as I have it!" A special sentence from the general manager of Juba confession with a flat face on the top, which is quite contrasting and cute.

   Jiang Qiuqiu smiled.

  Mrs. Al kicked him directly: "What do you want, still exclusive? Dreaming, the little girl has her own business, you pay for a meal, hurry up and get the mental training device."

  "……"

   "You are too fierce."

  Fang Ping is still going to get a mental training device.

  In the later exchanges, Fang Ping saw the stitches, still wanted to instigate Jiang Qiuqiu, and asked her if she had any idea of ​​coming to the post.

  But all were rejected by Mrs. Al.

   "You want to be beautiful."

   "Qiuqiu won't come alone—"

  At this time, Mrs. Al showed her fangs to her disobedient patient:

  You have to send me a video of drinking nutrient solution four times a day for half a month, before Qiuqiu will come again.

  Fang Ping was suddenly startled when he heard this!

   "Sister Al! You, you actually used this method to deceive people!"

  　 Yesterday someone asked about the explosion...

  　　 In fact, the editor notified me and asked me to update 4w on December 26.

  　　……………………………………………………………………………………

  　　 I really dare not say.

  　　 4w is too far away.

  　　 I might be able to change 2w? ? ? ?

  　　 is very embarrassing.

  (End of this chapter)