Heavenly Master, I have a different world

The eight-treasure dishes are full of color and flavor, embellished with black and white sesame seeds. Various vegetables and mushrooms are cut into even thin strips and presented by the owner's hands.

The stir-fried braised pork is bright in color and tastes great.

The stewed bones are tender and tender...

The meat soup is even more poetic, with the broken frangipani as blurry as morning mist, the thickened meat as thick as mist, and the embellishments of minced meat, minced mushrooms, green onion and ginger are just right.

Fangzheng had a single room in the Jade Cauldron Building to himself and was savoring the delicious food.

A perfect meal that makes you feel good too.

Such a meal costs six coins, so ordinary people cannot enjoy it.

Wu Hai declined the invitation to dine together. Watching Fang Zheng slowly sipping his food, he couldn't help but become more and more certain that his employer's family background was extraordinary.

Normally people eat twice a day, morning and evening.

And the owner,

Three meals a day are essential.

And you can’t just eat dry rice, but also have vegetables to go with it, at least two dishes.

When my boss eats meat, he never sucks the marrow from the bones. He even tastes the meat on the bones and throws it away. It's such a waste.

Food, clothing, housing, transportation, and all kinds of inconspicuous little habits all show his uniqueness.

How could you have developed this extravagant habit if you hadn't grown up in fine clothes and fine food?

Fortunately, although my boss comes from an extraordinary background, he does not have that condescending or bossy attitude, and is instead very approachable.

Not even an ignorant person.

As for the frequent disappearances and the unknown origin of the porcelain, it must be that the owner got in touch with the main family. Otherwise, how could there be so much silver?

Fang Zheng didn't know what Wu Hai was thinking. Seeing him staring directly at him, he couldn't help but ask:

"What are you looking at?"

"If you want to eat, sit down and try it."

"No, no." Wu Hai came back to his senses and quickly shook his head:

"I just thought... my boss is really knowledgeable."

"Lao Fan has been immersed in porcelain making for decades, and he doesn't know much about it. When you talk about Long Kiln, his expression is funny."

"I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants." Fang Zheng waved:

"Lao Fan was able to think of adjusting the method of firing porcelain, which actually surpassed many people. It was people like him who made improvements from generation to generation that led to the creation of Dragon Kiln and Zhen Kiln."

"pity!"

"No descendants of the Fan family are literate, so they can't record it, so they have to be passed down from hand to ear."

"That's because they haven't met their boss." Wu Hai sincerely handed over his hand:

"You allow them to study and be literate, and you are willing to fund the construction of a school. This is a favor higher than heaven for the Fan family."

Fang Zheng shook his head, not much.

After all, he is not a native of another world. He has no intention of exploiting people like animals. As long as there is profit, he doesn't mind doing good things.

Besides, it doesn’t cost much.

"This young man."

As soon as the two of them walked out of the restaurant, they were stopped by someone.

The other party is holding a high banner with four characters written on it: a black mole on the left side of his face and a three-inch beard on his temples. He is stroking his beard.

"Young Master Yintang is dark, and his soul is different. I am afraid that there will be an unforeseen disaster recently, and it may even affect his life!"

"Bastard!" Wu Hai's expression changed drastically:

"Fortune teller, if you want money, just ask. Why curse my boss?"

Fang Zheng's face didn't look good either. He was walking on the street and suddenly someone stopped him and said he was going to die. He would definitely be unhappy.

"I'm just telling the truth."

The fortune teller looked at Fangzheng up and down with confusion in his eyes:

"This young master has been feeling dizzy recently and can't sleep at night?"

"Ha..." Fang Zheng chuckled:

"Then you are wrong. I eat well, sleep soundly, and live a very comfortable life. Your bluffing skills don't seem to be very good."

"How could it be?" The fortune teller was stunned, and he made calculations silently with his fingers:

"It shouldn't be!"

"It really shouldn't be." Fang Zheng pushed the other party aside:

"Please give way."

"Sir." The fortune teller staggered as he was pushed. Seeing Fang Zheng was about to leave, he said hurriedly:

"I often read fortune tellers at Narcissus Embankment. If you feel unwell, you can go there to find me."

Fang Zheng walked away without looking back.

"That doesn't make sense!"

Watching the two people leave, the fortune teller frowned:

"It has been seven days since the soul-nailing curse was placed on the body. There is no reason why there are no signs. However, Fang's spirit is clear and his forehead is dark at most."

"this……"

"what happened?"

After thinking about it, he put away the long flag and left quickly.

Not long after.

The figure appeared in front of a ruined temple.

Pushing open the door and entering, there is a covered sedan parked inside the temple, guarded by four sturdy women, as if they are waiting for the owner inside to return.

The fortune teller lowered his head and entered the temple. He first lit up the incense and then went to the backyard by familiar routes.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Qinggu!"

When several young people saw him, they all saluted.

"Um."

Qinggu nodded casually, quickly came to a room, opened the hidden partition and took out a palm-sized scarecrow.

The scarecrow has a yellow talisman pasted on it, a few strands of hair are wrapped around it, and steel needles have been pierced into its limbs, head, and heart, making it look extremely penetrating.

"The spell is not broken."

After checking it again, Qinggu looked confused:

"How is this going?"

"Could it be that the hair is wrong and I cursed the wrong person?"

"Ask Junior Sister!"

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Sun Die was sitting on the stool, with a worried look on his face. He held the corners of his clothes and rubbed them back and forth with both hands, until the fabric at the corners of his clothes was torn.

She was also in a hurry and went to a place like this privately just to have a child.

There is no god in the wild temple, and many of its residents are people from various religions, who are not worthy of publicity. If Yu Yanghong knew about it, he would definitely not let her come.

But I heard that the goddess here has helped many women get pregnant, and the medicine she prepared has miraculous effects.

Holding on to the hope of being safe, she came secretly.

‘I can’t live without children! ’

‘After several years of marriage, my stomach has not moved. Although my husband said nothing, he was ridiculed by many people and drank to drown his sorrows every day. ’

‘If I had no heirs, the Sun family’s property would also fall into the hands of other branches, and I would not be able to see my ancestors. ’

‘Not only do I want to have children, but I also want to have two. One will continue the incest for my husband. Although he is a wife, he cannot be wronged. ’

Her thoughts turned, and her expression became condensed.

‘No matter what, I must be pregnant! ’

"Brother, you'd better find out if you've found the right person." Behind the curtains, the voice of 'Goddess' sounded, and it was actually clear and sweet:

"I have more important things to do here."

"yes."

The other person was obviously very afraid of his 'junior sister', and there was no movement in an instant.

"Wow..."

The curtain opened, and a dignified and noble woman in white walked forward.

Sun Die said to herself that she was pretty, but she worked hard all day long and was busy, making her look more tacky and far less noble than the other person.

The temperament alone is a bit worse.

Moreover, she was worried about business and housework, and was still thinking about her pregnancy every day. When she was exhausted, her energy was weak, and wrinkles were already visible on her face, and her skin was dull.

On the other hand, women are enviable in taking care of themselves.

"Miss Sun."

The woman spoke crisply:

"The medicine is gone."

"Oh!" Sun Die came back to his senses and subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look at the other party for fear of inferiority:

"Miss Qingxia, should I drink now?"

"Just go back and drink." Qingxia smiled and said:

"After drinking it, it is best to have sex on the same day. After seven days, take the second dose of medicine. There are three doses in total. You should be pregnant after using the third dose."

"real?"

Sun Die looked worried. She had been hit too many times and could no longer believe it easily.

"It's true."

"How much does the consultation cost?"

"There is no need to pay the consultation fee for the time being." Qingxia waved her hand:

"Just wait until Miss Sun becomes pregnant and come back here."