"Of course the second possibility is slim, but don't forget, we still have a powerful trump card."
"What is it?" Mai Fan's eyes widened: "My tavern? Oh my God, do you think too highly of me?"
He is really more than enough to deal with ordinary people now.
But no matter how strong his four basic attributes are, he is still a flesh and blood body, even worse than a superhuman with werewolf and vampire blood...
Let him, a race of wise men with no power, deal with those unknown and powerful aliens?
Mai Fan was stunned. Did he think that if he was thrown into his tavern, he would be invincible?
Officer Jing's expression was very subtle: "No, the powerful helper I'm talking about is the market..."
"If they show up during market opening hours, we can just lead them directly to the entrance of the market."
Naturally, there are guards there to clean up these little bugs that slip through the net.
These plane stowaways are not normal earthlings and will be ruthlessly expelled by this group of people.
"If it's not the market's opening day yet..."
Everyone in the meeting looked at Mai Fan...
"If you happen to meet them within the scope of our management... they will need my tavern, right..."
I understand, although there is still danger, it is no longer serious.
Mai Fan acquiesced to his status as a tool, and the subsequent meetings became trivial and had nothing to do with him.
By the time he returned to his small courtyard, it was already evening.
At that time, he had had a good sleep, full of energy, and his face was glowing.
Apart from being a little hungry, he was once again at full health.
"So, you are still here, waiting for me to enter the market?"
Officer Jing nodded: "We still need your recommendation. Let's talk to the market guide."
Yes, if their plans don't have the cooperation of the market...
It's basically impossible to succeed.
Mai Fan nodded and looked in the direction of the flower room, but did not see Dahei and Xiaobai.
Probably the two kittens have become extremely beautiful and have too much to show off.
He won't be going on any dangerous mission tonight... It doesn't really make any difference whether he takes Dahei with him or not.
"Then you guys come in and have some food? We'll go there after we finish eating?"
Officer Jing and Chen Xiaoju nodded, and quickly followed Mai Fan into the tavern, as if they had been waiting for this sentence for a long time.
"Why do I always feel like you are cheating on food and drink..."
Although Mai Fan said this, others had already walked to the kitchen.
Just as he was turning over the sweet potatoes, his colleagues had discovered that there was another drink sign on the Maifan Bistro.
"It seems we are going to have porridge tonight...he will definitely treat us as guinea pigs..."
"Yes...but, how does the white mouse taste..."
The two of them looked at each other and saw the word "satisfaction" in each other's eyes... So they clicked the topic tacitly and waited for Mai Fan to treat them to a free... meal.
The wait was not long... The stove in the tavern seemed to have magic power. The porridge that originally took a long time to cook was ready in a short time.
By the time Mai Fan stirred the pot with a spoon... only ten minutes had passed.
But the white rice grains and sweet potato chunks in the pot have been perfectly integrated...
With a unique sweetness, it pulls out the sugar shreds with high sweetness.
Mai Fan scooped up a small spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth...
The sweetness of the sweet potato chunks and the mellow elasticity of the spiritual rice exploded in his mouth.
It’s that natural, pure, food-related aroma…
It is so rare in the face of the food that comes out of today's industrial assembly lines.
Mai Fan felt that even when he was a child, when plants and vegetables had the strongest flavor... they couldn't compare to the naturalness brought by his sweet porridge.
He seemed to have returned to the era when he was wearing shorts and an undershirt, holding a naked piece of sweet potato in his hand, and making snacks.
"It's really delicious..." It's also mixed with a little nostalgia.
A smile appeared on Mai Fan's lips unconsciously. When he took the porridge pot out... both Officer Jing felt that he was in a very good mood.
"What good thing happened?"
"Oh my god, this is so fucking delicious!"
This time it was the turn of the two men to stare... Officer Jing has always given people a kind of intellectual and wise beauty...
Now this expletive...
Who would have thought that their leader didn't think it was a problem at all...
"What's your expression? Eat it quickly! If you don't think it tastes good... give it to me!"
Officer Jing only took one bite and realized the benefits of this porridge.
Her appearance is very deceiving, but she has a front-line work history of nearly five years.
If it weren't for the explosion of her mental power... maybe she would still be investigating the murder case.
But now...it's not a loss at all.
If she hadn't walked into this magical circle, how would she have had the opportunity to drink such magical porridge.
This most ordinary sweet potato porridge... became piping hot after entering Officer Jing's stomach.
Like a small sun that was warm but not scorching, something emitting light or energy... nourished her body.
Not all of them are taken care of...the main parts are taken care of...
Officer Jing subconsciously touched the old wound on his knee...
The injuries she thought might start to plague her after she retired... turned out to be getting better.
Even though it's just a little bit, the sting that happens occasionally has slowed down a little bit...
But if this porridge works...
Officer Jing suddenly said: "Can this be eaten for a long time? Are the ingredients very rare?"
Mai Fan recalled the abundant production in his wasteland and replied: "No, the ingredients are very ordinary, and the effect will be better if taken for a long time..."
"What, has there been any change? Do you feel much better after eating it?"
At this time, the little Taoist priest had already drank the porridge. As soon as he drank it, he started crying: "I have to pack this... I have to take it back to my master..."
"I have to tell them that if they want to nourish their health and heal their wounds... there is no need to stew a big pot of Chinese herbal medicine..."
"You don't know how much medicine our senior brothers have drunk since childhood... Wow..."
This person was crying quite miserably. It seemed that he drank a lot of this medicine.
Unexpectedly, this ordinary porridge is quite popular.
Just because he was forced to perform several tasks for people in the market in the past two days...
His long-term customer Pharaoh was somewhat dissatisfied.
Today he had waited for this casual shopkeeper... and expressed his dissatisfaction with an angry roar upon meeting him.
