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

The hot pot restaurant in Meng Xiaoni's home is an ordinary small shop.

Normally, after Lao Lu entered the door, he didn't think this small store had any visual merits.

In some places, it looks ordinary, but it can be unique in front of the camera. But this kind of small restaurant that can be seen everywhere, in front of the camera, can at most take a humanistic color similar to that of a documentary photo, and it does not have too many features of the new era.

As for the other advantages besides vision...

Probably the hot pot is more fragrant.

Old Lu Cai smelled the spicy hot pot as soon as he walked in, and he unconsciously secreted saliva in his mouth.

There are a few tables of customers in the store, and most of them are eating enthusiastically.

The air-conditioning is very strong, but all people who eat hot pot have a little sweat on their heads, and they can't help pulling two paper towels to wipe their foreheads.

Old Lu looked for a chair and sat down.

Meng's father, Mengmu, saw Meng Xiaoni bringing people in and greeted Lao Lu quickly.

"Have you eaten the chef's rice? If you don't eat it, come for a hot pot?"

"Our hot pot is spicy and salty!"

Lao Lu had originally planned to eat hot pot here, so he politely greeted the second old man: "I didn't eat it. I made a special trip to have a meal. Just come here."

"Then a little pot! Spicy!"

Meng Xiaoni went to the kitchen to serve hot pot.

Master Lu sat directly opposite Lao Lu, sniffing the surrounding hot pot from time to time, fanning his hands.

The old man's wrinkled face was as happy as a flower now. He looked around and talked to his son from time to time. Even if he didn't get any response, he is still happy now.

Meng Xiaoni brought out the hot pot and put it on Lao Lu: "What sauce do you want?"

Lao Lu glanced at the sauce area not far away.

Bowls of sauces are placed in the sauce area. Chopped peppers, millet peppers, and beef sauce are the ones that go down the most at this moment. Skimming these bowls, there are bottled oil, soy sauce, vinegar, etc. on the side.

He asked Meng Xiaoni: "What sauce do you recommend?"

Meng Xiaoni asked Lao Lu back: "Spicy sauce? Should I add vinegar?"

As a native of Fengdu, Lao Lu naturally chose: "No vinegar. No picky eaters."

Vinegar is used to relieve hotness, and he is afraid that the hot pot here is not hot enough.

Meng Xiaoni went to season the sauce for Lao Lu.

The oil dish is a very traditional dipping sauce dish in Fengdu. The most common style is to add chives, garlic, coriander, and finally pour sesame oil. The unusual style is an oil dish that Meng Xiaoni is now preparing to adjust.

Add spicy advanced version of the oil dish.

She took a small bowl, added chives, minced garlic, and a little coriander, then added a tablespoon each of millet pepper, chili noodles and beef sauce. Then add a small spoonful of oil, sprinkle with crushed peanuts and white sesame seeds, and finally pour a thick layer of sesame oil.

With so many things in it, it feels like a bowl is full of ingredients, not like the seasoning used for hot pot dipping sauce.

But the raw oil dish tastes great like this.

Meng Xiaoni put the bowl on Lao Lu's table: "My mother made the beef sauce by herself."

Lao Lu gave a "Yo 嚯" and took a violent sip of the spoon.

He savored the taste.

Salty is really salty, and fresh is also really fresh. The chili flavor and the strong beef flavor are mixed together. Lao Lu, a person who is used to eating in Fengdu, can't help but nod his head: "It's okay."

The taste is not very good, of course it is still good.

The beef and the peppers and garlic are the freshest.

Meng Xiaoni was very content, and when she got an answer, she immediately smiled: "Uncle Lu eat first, and after eating, we will talk about decoration."

Mother Meng brought up several dishes: "You are welcome, eat more."

Lao Lu was really not welcome, nodded his head and put down his chopsticks to burn the hot pot.

Meng Xiaoni returned to the kitchen, where Meng's mother whispered: "Looking at a little bit of age, it should be pretty good, right?"

Father Meng's reason is slightly different: "Xiao Nizi has been found, so I can definitely do it."

The two said a word, but Meng Xiaoni poked her head outside again: after reading the design draft, before signing the contract, both of them must be difficult to say about the decoration.

Old Lu outside is eating, and Master Lu who is opposite him is also eating.

Lao Lu picked up a piece of beef, and Master Lu took the opportunity to steal a bite of the beef.

Master Lu ate beef, but the beef didn't completely disappear. Instead, it fell into the bowl completely, and finally entered Lao Lu's stomach.

Meng Xiaoni didn't know what Lu Ye was eating as a ghost.

Depending on the situation, this pair of father and son eat very comfortably.

Meng Xiaoni retracted her body: "I'm going to feed Guifeng something."

When Mother Meng heard this, she moved out the watermelon in the corner: "This, this, the black skin that just came in. Cut it open and give it to Guifeng to have a bite. It's expensive, and you can't sell it in the supermarket."

There is a field near Fengdu, and someone specializes in growing black-skin watermelon.

This kind of black-skin watermelon is not sold on weekdays. If it is good in quality, it is directly sent to high-end restaurants or shipped overseas with a tax increase. If it is in general, just keep it for yourself. The one that Mengmu got was probably sent by a friend.

Meng Xiaoni held the watermelon and moved to the stage with a hum, "Yeah."

Guifeng changed from being favored by her alone to being favored by the whole family. In the future, it may become a favorite of the whole store.

She drew the knife, cut two, and then cut half of the watermelon directly into twelve pieces.

People who often cut watermelons will have a craft. They can cut twelve pieces of watermelon, and can cut six pieces with no sunspots at all and six pieces with sunspots on the edge. The seeds of the watermelon grow very regularly. Once you figure out this rule, you can easily avoid it with a knife.

Cut the two pieces of watermelon without seeds into dices, Meng Xiaoni thought for a while, and then blanched Guifeng.

She went upstairs with two bowls.

The windows of Meng Xiaoni's room were wide open.

The curtains are tied with strings at both ends, and Meng Xiaoni’s parrot swing is hung in the middle.

The swing has a pole and a place to lie down.

Guifeng lay on the swing dangling in the sun, squinting his eyes and enjoying.

In summer, it is still a little windy. As soon as the breeze blows, the ghost and phoenix sway with the swing, increasing the swing a little. The pink feathers on its head were blown at the same time, looking extremely cute.

Meng Xiaoni walked in with a bowl: "Guifeng, it's lunch."

Guifeng turned around and looked at the door: "There is a ghost downstairs."

Meng Xiaoni's heart jumped.

Guifeng is talking about Lord Lu?

She put the bowl on the table: "What did you say?"

Guifeng repeats: "There is a ghost downstairs."

Meng Xiaoni looked at the small and cute ghost and phoenix: "Can you feel the existence of ghosts?"

Do animals have a reaction to ghosts, or do ghosts and phoenixes, as they say, are different and unique?

The sunlight fell on Guifeng, dazzling.

It swayed in the wind and said unusual words in an ordinary tone: "Yes. This is a new ghost that has only been dead for not many years. According to the average life span of humans today, it is not a long life."

After listening, Meng Xiaoni stretched out her hand and rubbed Guifeng's head.

Guifeng narrowed his red eyes and was about to scold her, so he heard Meng Xiaoni say: "Don't tell others."

She smiled, turned and left. When she left her room and closed the door, Meng Xiaoni put her finger on her mouth and made a "hush" motion, and said softly to Guifeng, "I'll go downstairs to help."

The door closed.

Guifeng quietly looked at the closed door in the room.

"Humans are often repellent to things they are not familiar with."

It got up and jumped onto the table gently, stepping on small steps to the side of the two bowls. One bowl was filled with various hot pot ingredients, and the other was filled with diced watermelon.

The behavior of Meng Xiaoni just now was not to reject it, but theoretically she was afraid of it being rejected.

Ghost Phoenix has been a phoenix for so many years, no one has dared to reject it.

Likewise, no one has ever worried about its rejection.

"Humanity……"

Guifeng pecked the watermelon: "...The planting talent is really amazing."

The watermelon was so delicious that Guifeng's thoughts suddenly went off track. How could there be such a sweet and tender watermelon in the world? The ghosts of this continent are all gathered in the same underworld, why is there nothing in this garbage underworld?

Gui Fengdi doesn't know how many times his real name has condemned the Ten Hades of the Underworld in his heart.

At this moment, Lao Lu, who was ignorant of eating hot pot downstairs, made his face flushed slightly.

He put down half a plate of beef rolls in one breath, slashed twice, and found that the blood was gone, so he picked it up on the spot and put it in his bowl. This speed of eating greatly satisfied his own ghost uncle who was eating hot pot next to him.

Father Meng also served a glass of peanut juice.

After a meal, Lao Lu and Uncle Ghost slumped in their chairs separately, feeling the pleasure of being full.

For Lao Lu, who is a human, the spiciness blooms on his taste buds, and what stimulates him is the pain of being a human. When the brain is aware of human pain, it will secrete some substances to make people feel happier.

If there is something in life that cannot be solved with one meal, then two meals.

For Master Lu, who has become a ghost, he hasn't eaten food from the world for a period of time. It is a great pleasure to eat this time. Not to mention there seems to be something in these foods. It's a pity that Lord Lu hasn't been able to find out at all now, he is too ordinary, and his mind is full of "eat hot pot".

Father Meng cleared the table, and the proud and paralyzed Old Lu said, "Is this pot delicious? My daughter recently made it."

Old Lu nodded.

Father Meng happily took the rag and left.

Meng Xiaoni sat next to Master Lu, opposite to Lao Lu: "Uncle Lu, this shop is designed..."

Lao Lu sat up a little bit, but his swollen belly was really not strong, and it was still bulging.

He tossed his clothes comfortably, and then put the manuscript beside him on the table: "Look at my preliminary ideas. I want to see the water and electricity lines on the spot. I put the same manuscript in it. The question of money... "

When Meng Xiaoni heard this keyword, she mentioned her little heart.

Lao Lu: "My design counts as dividends. I come to find a plumber and paint the walls by myself. This can greatly reduce expenses. The amount is removed from the deposit, and the rest can be settled monthly. I roughly calculate the contents."

Before Meng Xiaoni had time to say anything, Meng's father and mother Meng who overheard next to her screamed: "We have some money, Xiao Nizi doesn't panic."

Lao Lu listened and laughed, "That's easy to say. You can open it."

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