My Hot Pot Restaurant in the Underworld is Officially Open for Business

Eat and drink enough to sleep.

Before going to bed, Meng Xiaoni watched her brain full of parrot feeding skills, and dreamed of a huge Burke's parrot in her dream.

The pink wings cover the sky and the sun, and the howling sound penetrates people's hearts. She met those red watery eyes, as if sinking into a sea of ​​red. Then the fire burned and burned everything.

She didn't know why, and went desperately towards the fire.

The heat wave hit, the fire burned to Meng Xiaoni's sudden awakening.

She opened her eyes wide and looked around in confusion. Originally, my heartbeat was different from my usual heartbeat because of my dreams, but I found myself still in the room and calmed down.

It turned out to be too hot.

In the scorching summer, she has not turned on the air conditioner yet.

She exhaled and rummaged barefoot towards the side to find the remote control panel of the air conditioner, planning to turn it on for a while to make the room cold for a while.

The weather just entered summer, it suddenly became extremely hot, and the temperature might drop sharply because of a rain.

The curtains were opened, and the sunlight outside the window pierced into the room, bringing in the smell of summer.

The dust flew in the air, full of earthly smell.

Guifeng opened his eyes and looked at Meng Xiaoni, watching her wipe off the sweat on her forehead. After turning on the air conditioner, she quietly shivered under the air conditioner.

The human world has ushered in a new day.

Meng Xiaoni also plans to study some new ways of eating ingredients today.

Just like shrimp oil balls, the way to eat net celebrities is just some slightly processed ingredients. But in terms of taste and taste, these ways of eating will make people curious and want to try them.

She finished washing, changed her clothes, ran downstairs with Guifeng Dada, and happily started her own hot pot restaurant.

At the same time, Lao Lu on the other side of Fengdu touched his receding hairline, silently thinking about whether to change the brand of hair growth lotion.

Life is alive, people reach middle age. Obesity and baldness seem to be inevitable.

He looked at the familiar lines on the sheets of paper in front of him, put his hand down and took a drink of his cup.

The drawings on these papers are all about a hot pot restaurant with interesting settings.

He has never tasted this hot pot restaurant, and it is mainly because of his old man.

As people grow up and bear the burden of the entire family, Lao Lu slowly understands what his old man has to bear in his life.

The old man didn't have so many thoughts in his life, but he just hoped that his life would be good and his children would live in peace. In fact, most of Lao Lu's earlier life was exactly as the old man thought, and lived peacefully.

No one expected what happened later, let alone that unhealthy body would have a right-angle turn in life.

"If you want me to be a designer, let's just say, why bother to find a little girl to talk around the corners." Lao Lu put down his cup, picked up the pencil again, and sketched on the drawing.

The old man waiting next to me was holding a puff fan and complaining: "I obviously want to continue designing, so I have to use me as an excuse. How can I be like a kid."

An old and a middle-aged, the behavior of shirking ideas is exactly the same. The two are clearly separated by yin and yang, and they still live in harmony as if they can see each other.

After half a day, Lao Lu checked all the drawings for the last time, then sorted them out in order and put them in the file bag.

He walked out of his office with a file bag and locked the door.

An acquaintance in the building materials market passed by and saw Lao Lu leaving near noon: "Hey, Lao Lu. Isn't your wife giving you food today?"

Lao Lu moved the file bag back: "At the end of the college entrance examination, my son changed from a panda to a bear, and I changed from a bear to a dog. My daughter-in-law won't do it for lunch. Let us father and son solve it by ourselves."

An acquaintance couldn't laugh at it: "Bears and dogs are going to eat!"

Old Lu waved his hand: "I'm an adult child of eighteen years old, so I should learn to be as sensible as me."

After he said "sensible" and stepped away, his figure also brought a little depression.

Lao Lu called and asked for the address, then drove his battery car slowly towards the destination.

The file bag is placed in the basket in front of the battery car, which is very stable.

When Meng Xiaoni received the call from Lao Lu, she was running upstairs and downstairs, busy in and out.

After reporting the address, she realized that the first draft of Lao Lu's design was completed, and now she was going to the store to observe it on the spot.

Meng Xiaoni is not sure what a qualified designer is like.

Meng Xiaoni is even more unclear about what to do in the decoration.

Instead, Meng's father and Mengmother understood a little bit, and while busy, they talked to Meng Xiaoni.

"Then the designer is coming?"

"Is the water wiring arrangement in our shop going to be done?"

"Get it."

"This wall will be painted again."

"Shall we find the workers, or the designer?"

The customers in the store heard what they heard, and they were curious to say a few words: "Is it going to be redecorated?"

"Is the shop still open during the renovation period?"

"A big deal?"

Meng Xiaoni didn't know exactly how to do it when she listened: "Let's talk about it when someone comes."

Everyone put the topic aside for the time being, and said something else.

Meng Xiaoni did not expect that the first person she waited was not Lao Lu, but Lao Lu's father, old man Lu, and Master Lu.

Wearing a racer vest, Master Lu stepped into Meng Xiaoni's hot pot restaurant, shaking her puff fan.

He just stepped into the door, his eyes widened, and he stayed at the door: "What smells so fragrant?"

Meng Xiaoni brought a few dishes to serve, and saw Master Lu at the door at a glance.

Master Lu stayed for a while, and then gradually increased his strength to shake the fan, walked quickly to the edge of a table, and smelled at the hot pot.

His big pu fan changed from being used to fan the wind to being used to fan the fragrance.

Meng Xiaoni let out a sigh of relief looking at the unchanging heat on the hot pot.

"Why is it so fragrant? How can I smell this scent?" Master Lu couldn't stop sniffing the bottom of the pot in front of him, and asked Meng Xiaoni in amazement, "What's the matter with your hot pot? This is unscientific! You! Don't confuse me, I followed my grandson's studies!"

A ghost who talks about science is really amazing.

Meng Xiaoni turned back to the kitchen and continued to serve dishes.

She can't show that she can see Master Lu now.

Master Lu did not get Meng Xiaoni’s answer, and regardless of the hot pot that continued to scent to seduce him, he kept asking Meng Xiaoni: "Little Nizi, you can tell me the old man. What is going on?"

Meng Xiaoni returned to the kitchen, and of course he followed into the kitchen.

As a result, the aroma of hot pot in the kitchen is more intense!

Master Lu seemed to have not smelled hot pot for eight hundred years, floating around in the kitchen, inhaling: "It's amazing, it's amazing."

When Meng Xiaoni saw that Master Lu had arrived, she knew that Uncle Lu, the designer, would be there soon.

She washed her hands and confessed to Meng's father and Meng's mother: "Parents, I think the designer is about to arrive. I'll go to the door to pick someone up."

Meng's father and Meng's mother immediately responded: "Remember to stand in the shade! It's so hot today."

Meng Xiaoni: "Yeah."

She quietly glanced at Master Lu who was fluttering everywhere, and then quickly walked towards the outside.

When Master Lu saw Meng Xiaoni leaving, he looked at the pot in the kitchen with a look of dismay, and finally followed Meng Xiaoni out of the kitchen and walked outside the hot pot restaurant.

Outside the hot pot restaurant, the sun is obvious, the weather is too hot, the air is twisted into a certain arc, and the refraction of light beats like flames.

Meng Xiaoni stood in the shade of the tree, and waited for Master Lu who followed.

Master Lu shook his head, his steps were slow, and he was still immersed in the fragrance just now: "The saliva is dripping. How can you say that this shop can be like this? Ghosts can smell the fragrance, it's horrible! This is spicy! Taste, reminds me of the first time I went to the restaurant with that mouth."

Meng Xiaoni laughed lightly.

Master Lu looked at Meng Xiaoni in the shade of the tree and rubbed her hands together: "Xiao Nizi. Can you cook your hot pot, can we eat it?"

Meng Xiaoni was sure that there was no one around, and then she responded to Lu's words: "You can eat if you can eat, but I'm not sure if the ghosts have eaten things, people can still eat."

When Master Lu heard this, his eyes brightened, and he clapped his hand: "If you can eat, why can't you eat it? You see, the dishes that are placed on the table during festivals and festivals are all eaten by themselves in the end? No? You let my kid have a meal here, and I will take his bite! Just one bite!"

Meng Xiaoni had more to say when she saw a battery car swaying slowly not far away.

Lao Lu was sitting on the battery car with a helmet on his head. He was born in design, even wearing an ordinary T-shirt and riding an extremely ordinary battery car, he also cleaned himself up.

Except for the two shortcomings of being slightly fat and bald in middle age, there are no other major shortcomings.

Master Lu saw his son in the same way, and became excited: "Look at people, this is coming! You must let him eat. He must have money for a meal."

Meng Xiaoni couldn't laugh or cry.

She also asked Uncle Lu to do the design. How could it be possible for Uncle Lu to pay for the meal?

Meng Xiaoni can see Lao Lu, and Lao Lu can of course also see Meng Xiaoni.

Old Lu drove the car in front of Meng Xiaoni, parked the car, took off the helmet: "It's so hot, why are you standing outside?"

Even standing in the shade of the trees, Meng Xiaoni was still hot and sweaty.

She smiled at Lao Lu: "I want to see Uncle Lu's design earlier. Did Uncle Lu enter the store and say? The air conditioner is turned on in the store."

Lao Lu picked up the document bag in one hand and the helmet in the other. He looked at the hot pot restaurant beside him, "This one?"

Meng Xiaoni took a step forward, leading the way: "Well. Just this one."

Lao Lu glanced at the hot pot restaurant.

Meng Xiaoni marked the size of the hot pot restaurant on her notebook, and she also had design ideas outside the store. Those design drafts with expectations are very different from the original shop before the design drafts actually seen.

Lao Lu looked at the hot pot restaurant in front of him that had been open for an unknown number of years, and couldn't help feeling: "This is too crude."

Meng Xiaoni turned her head and smiled at Lao Lu: "So we have to redecorate."

Lao Lu raised a grudge, and followed Meng Xiaoni into the door: "Yes. Go."

The author has something to say: Originally thought, the show is going to be six days a week! Then _(:з」∠)_ today is not on time even on Wednesday. Sure enough to play!

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