Original God: Ningguang is still a little pitiful, I invested in her

Let's talk about Fang Xun.

As everyone worked hard, time quickly turned from day to night.

After a hard day, the villagers had already exhausted their energy and were very hungry.

In response, Fang Xun specially invited Master Mao and other chefs from Wanmin Hall to come over,

to cook for everyone to restore their energy.

Anyway, he had a talent and it would come back even if he spent all his money.

Fang Xun would not lose money no matter how much he spent, and he could also improve his favorability.

Sure enough, when the villagers saw the chef of Wanmin Hall come to the village to cook,

everyone was stunned.

They had only heard that Master Mao of Wanmin Hall was a great cook, but they could not afford the food of Wanmin Hall at all.

Unexpectedly, Fang Xun actually invited the chef of Wanmin Hall to cook directly.

This was too expensive.

For a moment, the villagers were full of gratitude to Fang Xun.

"The immortal really has nothing to say to us, thank you!"

"I thought I would never be able to afford the food at Wanmin Hall in my lifetime, but I didn't expect the immortal to give me this opportunity, thank you!"

"We will never forget the immortal's kindness!"

The villagers were very excited,

They bowed to Fang Xun to express their gratitude,

Xiao Ningguang's big watery eyes also flickered,

It was the first time she saw such happy smiles on the faces of the villagers,

Even during the Lantern Festival in previous years, the villagers were not so happy.

Brother Fang Xun is very gentle,

He really takes care of everyone's emotions.

Thinking of this, the little girl suddenly felt very fortunate in her heart,

Glad that she chose to become Fang Xun's secretary.

Because in this way, she can always stay with Brother Fang Xun.

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As the villagers got off work one after another,

Wanmin Hall also started to get busy.

Master Mao and other chefs cooked very quickly.

After a while, the aroma of food was everywhere.

"Ahahaha, the chicken soup is here!"

A chef came out with a large bucket of chicken soup.

The chicken soup was rich in aroma, the soup surface was golden, and the chicken in the soup was extremely tender.

The chefs of Wanmin Hall can be said to have achieved the real color, aroma and taste.

The villagers looked at the golden and delicious chicken soup and swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

They were already very hungry, and now looking at such tempting food, they naturally couldn't sit still.

However, even so,

there was no rush to scramble for food.

On the contrary, the villagers stood where they were, and no one came forward.

Fang Xun thought this situation was very strange, so he couldn't help but say: "Drinking chicken soup is a good thing, why don't you drink it?"

The village blacksmith Lao Zhang stepped forward and said respectfully: "Immortal, because everyone is waiting for you to start eating first."

"Because if there is no immortal, we can't taste the craftsmanship of Wanmin Hall."

"So, we hope that the immortal can drink this first bowl of soup."

The villagers also nodded in unison: "Yes, please drink the first bowl of soup!"

Fang Xun was very touched when he heard it.

These villagers were obviously very hungry and looked like they wanted to drink chicken soup.

But even so,

They didn't fight or fight, and gave up the first bowl of chicken soup to Fang Xun.

Because in the eyes of the villagers,

Fang Xun was able to let them eat the food of Wanmin Hall, which was already a great blessing.

How dare they do something disrespectful to the immortal master.

If Fang Xun didn't start eating, they would never dare to start eating.

Although these villagers live in poverty, they have a heart of respect and gratitude.

The simple folk customs made Fang Xun feel warm in his heart.

At this time, Xiao Ningguang also served Fang Xun a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup.

She was worried that the chicken soup was too hot and would affect Fang Xun's taste, so she blew on the soup twice.

The secretary not only shared the pressure for Fang Xun at work,

but also tried her best to provide services for Fang Xun in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

After a while, after making sure that the chicken soup was not that hot,

Little Ningguang handed the chicken soup to Fang Xun with both hands, and said in a baby voice: "Brother Fang Xun, please drink the soup~"

"Ningguang controlled the temperature of the chicken soup, it is not hot now!"

Fang Xun reached out and rubbed Ningguang's little head, his eyes were very gentle: "Little Ningguang, you have worked hard."

"Ningguang is not hard,"

Little Ningguang shook his head gently, and then put his hands behind his back, urging with expectation: "Brother Fang Xun, try it quickly, is the chicken soup delicious?"

Fang Xun tasted a little, and then nodded: "It's delicious, the craftsmanship of Master Mao of Wanmintang is naturally impeccable."

He paused, looked at the villagers, and said loudly: "OK"It's time for everyone to start eating, otherwise the food will be cold and not tasty." After Fang Xun drank the first mouthful of soup, the villagers also began to line up for chicken soup. As Fang Xun's secretary, Xiao Ningguang naturally had the responsibility to manage everything in an orderly manner. Soon, the villagers all had steaming hot meals. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was very cheerful. People who didn't know thought that today was the Lantern Festival. During this process, Fang Xun also left a meal for Ningguang. The little girl ensured that every villager could eat a reasonable meal. This also led to Xiao Ningguang being the last person to eat. Fang Xun didn't want Xiao Ningguang to eat leftovers, so he specifically asked Master Mao to make a separate meal for the little girl. Since he was determined to take care of Ningguang, he must give her the best. Don't let the poor little girl feel sad or suffer any grievances.