Fan Ping, twenty-five years old, is a chef.
One day while riding a small electric donkey to deliver food, he got into a car accident and died.
The work efficiency of the underworld is higher than that of other units, and it provides one-stop service for reincarnation. Po Meng, wearing a tattered cloak, was diligently making soup. Seeing Fan Ping, she couldn't help but sigh: The medal for the top ten employees of the underworld hanging at the door is really not for nothing.
Turning around, I saw the other person taking a sip from a spoon.
Po Meng:......
Fan Ping:......
There was oil on the corner of Meng Po's mouth, and she was about to get angry: "I made it, what happened if I tasted it?"
Two seconds later: "Who are you?"
Fan Ping: ... Should I still vote for this baby?
Glass-hearted beauty Meng Pogong x good-tempered natural black mortal suffers
Don't be too serious about easy reading, blame the author for everything (it can't be really weird, I will cry quietly)
Intention: Happiness every day