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

The group of ghosts retreated.

For this group of ghosts, their intention was to come to have a hot pot and watch a monster by the way.

Who knows about hot pot, because there is no money, I didn't have it.

The monster, suddenly mutated, turned into a beast, and super fierce.

Not to mention whether there are sacred beasts and monsters in this world, anyway, just looking at the way the burning giant bird flapped its wings and screamed, the ghosts knew they could not beat it.

Since you can't beat it, it's better to run first.

On the way back, the ghosts were still in a state of anxiety and emotions. If it wasn't for the ghosts that couldn't beat the ghosts, I'm afraid the ghosts have been beaten up by a group of ghosts nearby.

Playing clever in front of absolute power is easy to be clever and be mistaken by cleverness. Even the seven-to-eight-year-old kid who was only thundering but not raining and crying, understood this truth.

Of course, there is a reason why the small owner of the hot pot restaurant has such ability and can still live to adulthood.

The ghosts inexplicably found the reason for Meng Xiaoni to survive for twenty years without being discovered.

At the same time, I deeply understand a truth.

There are rules for being a man, and there are rules for being a ghost.

People are bound by law, but when ghosts come, there will be underworld clearing the general ledger. After all, everything can't escape.

When the time came, the sun rose eastward and the temperature got higher, and the ghosts returned to where they used to be.

Master Lu was relieved from the experience last night, fanning his fan, sitting in his son's living room thoughtfully.

Lao Lu didn't know all of this. He got up early in the morning, bare-chested, brushed his teeth and walked from the bathroom in the house to the kitchen to boil water, then swayed back to his bathroom to rinse his mouth.

After finishing the college entrance examination, the grandson Xiaolu slept dimly these days, and was finally qualified to pass the overseas jet lag, go to bed late and wake up late.

Lao Lu's wife also got up at this time.

She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put on a mask to make breakfast.

First open the soymilk machine, put the beans soaked last night into the soymilk.

Take the leftover fatty intestines from the refrigerator a day earlier, add a handful of noodles, and then take a lot of spicy shells.

After a lot of red peppers are air-dried, they are blackened and burnt in a hot pot, and then mashed in a container, which becomes a spicy shell. These hot and spicy shells are either deep and dark red, or are directly black and red, and look no longer bright, and even the red pepper is not spicy in taste.

But the spicy shell is more delicious than fresh red pepper, and it is better to store on weekdays. With these advantages, many people in Fengdu like to use a lot of spicy shells and stir-fry a bowl of spicy shells in the morning.

The ingredients for the Chaoshou noodles can be leftover fat intestines from the night before, or other pork ribs, pork liver, etc. After a bowl, Su Shuang fills up his stomach.

Lao Lu's wife is good at cooking.

In a short while, she made two bowls of hand-made noodles and went back to the bathroom to get her own facial mask.

Lao Lu came out to eat noodles.

When the old daughter-in-law came out, the two of them ate and talked about the latest events.

"How did you pick up the hot pot restaurant design?"

"You've asked it eight hundred times. I didn't mean it. My son wants money for college."

"There were so many things at the time. You clearly said that you would never pick up when you changed jobs."

"It's been so many years. I'll pick it up when it's time to pick it up. It's mainly my dad. I always think he always wanted me to redesign when he was alive. But when I was in Secondary Two, there were so many ideas and I just wanted to change jobs.

"Then it's been a long time since your second grade."

"No, I ran into that girl earlier, and I told her to show her. As I talked about it, I took it for her."

"Do you still say something to be a sign? Hey, shameless."

"I mean let the store be my signature!"

"It's not easy for you to go back to design?"

The two of them talked at the dining table, and they all fell into Master Lu's ears.

As he listened, Master Lu couldn't help but smashed his mouth.

He really didn't know whether he attracted Meng Xiaoni, a girl who can hell, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. One by one was so unusual that he always felt unsure in his heart.

The older generations always think that ordinary people can get through a good life, and it is good to fly yellow and tengda.

He is entangled here, as are the other ghosts.

For example, I went to the hot pot restaurant together last night, without any ghosts of my own relatives in the world. He squatted under a bridge, thinking deeply about how to enter the hot pot restaurant to eat.

Some ghosts indeed invited him to eat together, but this is obviously not a long-term solution.

If a family brought a ghost, the ghost invited a group of ghosts.

So how to eat this?

It was all noisy and squeezed into the hot pot restaurant. The little boss didn't say anything, and the bird would be so angry that it would blast them all out.

Have to pay.

Also find a way to deal with the remaining food.

Where does the money come from?

In fact, it's not that ghosts can't get money. Their ghosts have gone to the world more often. Thousands of years ago, people wanted to bury gold and silver treasures in the ground. In fact, after he died, he found a lot of them.

Some have an owner, and some have no owner at all. No one cares about the underground in the wilderness.

But he can't let this hot pot restaurant owner do it himself, right?

It’s a little too difficult to open a restaurant and cook, and you have to dig the soil for money.

The ghost is very sad.

Another example is the cleverness yesterday.

In fact, the ghost has also found a certain solution. In addition to cheeky eating and drinking, it is just to find something that can be quickly exchanged for money and exchange it with the little boss of the hot pot restaurant.

Once he became rich, he might be able to eat him in the underworld.

The point is, how does he get the little boss to find something? These things do not belong to him in terms of ownership?

Will the underworld settle accounts?

He was equally worried.

Almost every one of the remaining ghosts is very sad.

Movies and TV dramas and novels are very powerful, ghosts can make lights flicker, ghosts can move things, ghosts can hurt people. But when they were really ghosts, they realized that they were all liars.

They were so blushing that they couldn't move a little bean.

They stared at the bulb all night, and they couldn't turn off the light of the bulb.

As for those legendary ghosts hit the wall, ghosts hit the bed.

Ah……

Those are normal phenomena that can be explained by scientific principles. Ignorance leads to fear, and the blame is on ghosts. Ghosts don't want face?

Of course ghosts want face.

Therefore, a group of ghosts are struggling to be able to eat hot pot with integrity.

As for dreaming, this is real, and every ghost can do it.

But the problem is that people can dream.

I have seven or eight dreams in one night. When I wake up in the morning, I either don't remember any of them, or I remember the last dream that I had thoughts when I suddenly woke up.

This is a dream of thinking, I forgot 70% after brushing my teeth.

It's rare that you can relay it after washing your face.

It is not easy to dream of ghosts!

A dream with such a large space of fantasy consciousness, the ghost may not have time to appear in front of the Lord, and the dream may change the scene.

too bitter.

The more I think about it, the harder it gets. Too hard to go to the underworld to get a job.

Early reincarnation, early reincarnation, just to eat good food.

This day was spent most of the ghosts' sorrow and entanglement.

Night fell again.

The ghosts in the park gathered again.

Yougui took his companion who went to the hot pot restaurant yesterday and asked him excitedly: "Did you go to see the monsters? Is there really a monster?"

The companion nodded heavily: "It's a great firebird!"

The ghost exclaimed: "Wow, I want to see it too."

Companion hurriedly persuaded: "Very fierce, and looks very powerful. I think it can burn us all."

The ghost chuckled: "Anyway, all ghosts are dead. Seeing a monster, I will have no regrets in my life!"

And the ones who didn't come last night were just as eager to try.

Somehow, as the number of ghosts on the scene gradually increased, all ghosts who had been to hot pot restaurants did not support other ghosts to go to hot pot restaurants. But let them say A, B, C, D, and they can only say that a monster is very cruel.

The ghosts present know that monsters are cruel, but the problem is...

The ghosts who went before, saw the monsters and didn't die.

Then why don't they go to meet?

The ghost keenly noticed something was wrong, and began to talk arrogantly.

It was late at night for Master Lu to the park.

When he arrived at the park, he saw the ghosts on the scene split into two teams, and they were staged a textbook-level Fengdu mouth cannon competition. Some people sneered and sneered, some grinned, and some were full of roughness.

Master Lu looked around blankly, and finally found his good friend Zheng Zi in the corner.

He floated over and asked Zheng Zi, "What's the matter?"

Zheng Zi shrank back and scratched his head: "Yes, ghosts can't hide their words. Someone told me about the hot pot restaurant. Now everyone knows that there is a hot pot restaurant where ghosts can eat too. Then they noisy. Woke up."

Can this not quarrel?

Master Lu followed Zheng Zi and hid.

Master Lu frowned: "Then what did they say about the hot pot restaurant?"

Zheng Zi secretly glanced in front of him and made sure that no one had spotted them. Then he continued, "I said. Why do you need to pay to eat? There is a Firebird Phoenix. And the store is estimated to be renovated soon and will be closed. . But doesn’t it prevent quarreling."

Indeed...no interference.

Master Lu sighed, "Can quarrelling solve the problem? No!"

Zheng Zi sighed: "You can't quarrel, but who can't fight? Eating hot pot can solve the problem. But how do we eat so many people? Without money, we still have to settle accounts when we return to the government."

The two ghosts sighed and then again, feeling that the ghost life is difficult.

The seven or eight-year-old kid suddenly had a head out of them last night.

He changed a bright yellow hat on his head today, which looks very cute.

The little yellow hat kid shook his head: "I figured out a way."

The two old ghosts looked at him.

The kid suggested: "Let's go to the underworld in the near future, right? Let the ghost go to the underworld and talk to Lord Yan."

Master Lu was surprised: "What do you say?"

The little ghost is really smart: "Speaking of the commercial interaction between the underworld and the world! This little boss is a human! But he can cook for ghosts! The ghost gate opens every year how many ghosts from the underworld are waiting to feed. Don't they want to eat? Hot pot?"

The eyes of the two old ghosts lit up.

Little ghost: "The one who will think about it is the Lord Yan Wang. The real hot pot is eaten. Lord Yan Wang can't stop paying, right? Besides, the ghosts in one of our parks can’t hide. Sooner or later, the local government will know about this hot pot. Store."

Although it was to pass the idea of ​​thinking to the underworld, it might not be a way.

Lu Ye and Zheng Zi looked at each other, and their hearts moved.

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