Chapter 2155: A Bowl of Meng Po Soup 8

"Aying, when did you start making Mengpo soup? Have you seen me? Have I ever drunk it?"

Xi Ying wanted to laugh when she heard Bai Mo's words.

He was conceived by one of her ribs, three drops of blood, and the blood of the previous Meng Gong. Today is the day he was born. How could he have any memories of the past?

I don't know if this is a trick used by Hades to prevent Bai Mo from knowing how he came to be, so that he only thinks that he was a normal person before?

Since Hades is unwilling to say it, other Yincha will probably not let it slip.

So Xi Ying decided to follow the plan given by Hades.

After all, no one wants to be told that they were created temporarily.

"Bai Mo, although I am Meng Po, I am not the eternal master of Huangquan. One day in the future, I will also leave Huangquan. There were other Meng Po and Meng Gong before me, and there will be others after me. Before I became Meng Po, I had never seen you, nor had I served you Meng Po soup, so I'm sorry, you probably asked the wrong person."

"Oh..." Bai Mo scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Aying, don't say sorry, I should be the one who is embarrassed. I didn't know that you would leave Huangquan one day. I thought you were immortal like other Yincha..."

"It doesn't matter."

Xi Ying scooped out a bowl of soup with a spoon and handed it to Bai Mo.

"Do you want to try it?"

Bai Mo waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I just woke up. If I drink it, won't I forget you?"

Xi Ying smiled slightly, "Anyway, we have only known each other for a short time, even if you forget, you can get to know each other again. Don't you want to try what this soup tastes like? You said it was fragrant."

Xi Ying knew very well that Bai Mo drinking this Meng Po soup would have no effect at all.

Bai Mo was born in the underworld. He is essentially no different from those Yincha, and even more advanced than them.

Because he is Mengpo Aying's man.

Bai Mo sniffed the fragrance of Mengpo soup with his nose tip, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He reached out to take it, and said as if he was afraid that Xi Ying would regret it: "Aying, if I really forget you and my identity after drinking it, then you must tell me!"

Xi Ying smiled and encouraged: "Drink it, if you forget, I will tell you."

Bai Mo was relieved.

He cast his eyes on the bowl of fragrant Mengpo soup.

The clear soup reflected his handsome face.

Bai Mo brought the bowl close to his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Gulp, gulp, and soon a bowl of soup was finished.

After drinking it, Bai Mo burped and wiped his slightly wet lips with the back of his hand.

Xi Ying smiled faintly and looked at him without saying anything.

Bai Mo looked at her in surprise, then looked at the empty bowl in his hand, and said in surprise: "Eh? Ah Ying, didn't you say that you would forget everything after drinking Meng Po soup? Why do I still remember you? Remember who I am?"

Xi Ying felt that Bai Mo was really the type of cute and adorable person, and his expression was rich and cute when he spoke.

He was handsome and cute at the same time.

"Then tell me, who are you?" Xi Ying teased Bai Mo.

"Well, are you asking for my name or my identity?" Bai Mo put the bowl on the wooden table, sat on the stool obediently and looked at Xi Ying.

"Whatever."

"Then my name is Bai Mo, and my identity is Ah Ying's husband."