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

It hasn't happened in Houtu for a long time. As far as Guifeng is concerned, it is just like Meng Xiaoni's things that are not suitable for eating the netherworld. It only belongs to the category of "sayable".

For Meng Xiaoni, there are so many things that Meng Xiaoni is curious about and want to know, so much so that the matter of Hou Tu only belongs to other things and cannot be understood deeply.

The two guys quickly skipped the topic and instead focused on the food in front of them.

Meng Xiaoni is not hungry.

She is curious.

What is the smell of transparent fish in the Styx? Is it the same as jelly? Still silky but just like ordinary fish? Maybe it is the same as Huieryu.

Is frog meat delicious?

Do the frogs of Styx get enough exercise? Is the meat firm? Does it give you a bit of elasticity and chewing?

Even though Guifeng said the general taste, the language is still too thin.

She couldn't imagine the feeling of those things in her mouth.

When Guifeng eats, his expression is not the usual little arrogance, nor the cuteness of a parrot, with a little softness, as if eating the world's top food.

Unconsciously, Meng Xiaoni gradually shifted her attention from the food itself to Ghost Phoenix.

After staying for a while, she recovered herself and diverted her attention.

If you can't read it anymore, it's the issue of reproductive isolation.

This thought jumped out, and she couldn't help but laugh again.

Guifeng, who was eating quite seriously, glanced at Meng Xiaoni inexplicably, wondering why Meng Xiaoni changed from "want to eat" to "laugh".

At the same time, the top ten kings successively received their own share of local seafood hot pot.

The serious King Qin Guang took out a pair of chopsticks, trying the hot pot as if he was trying to poison, his brows frowned slightly. Yama King thanked the little devil who didn't understand anything, and smiled and lowered his chopsticks. Lun Zhuan Wang squinted and tied his hair up a bit, and began to eat.

Needless to say, City King, as long as he doesn't work, everything is fun.

The other Hades knew that there was a hot pot restaurant in the underworld, and they also tasted the taste.

But in a quarter of an hour, there was only a little prickly ash in the pot of the Ten Hades.

The king of the city ordered the ghosts and messengers to submit the things, and all ten hades opened the file and looked at it carefully. The document includes the location of the hot pot restaurant, suggestions for staff selection, business model, etc.

The city king of the eighth hall loves to fish and loves to fish. If he really does things, he opens this kind of hot pot restaurant, and none of the remaining nine kings of the level of precision can fight.

King Qin Guang took out a wooden sign, thought about it, and turned the wooden sign into a card.

"This kind of proof is popular in the world." King Qin Guang said like this, putting a seal on the front of the first line on the back of the card.

On the front of the card, it says "Safety Operation Permit for Difu Hot Pot Restaurant".

He handed the card to Wen Ji next to him: "Send it to other Hades."

Wen Ji responded, holding the card and ran away from the remaining palaces.

Since the Second Hall, several Hades have stamped without hesitation. The Seven Palaces Taishan King has always been slow. He took out his seal slowly, put it on it, and asked slowly: "In the future, will we all have something to eat?"

Wen Ji smiled and said: "Yes, but there are four pots per month. The extra cost needs to be paid by yourself."

King Tarzan nodded.

Wen Ji kept sending the cards to the Tenth Hall.

The king of rotation affixed the seal and added a plastic shell to the certificate.

The documents after plastic packaging look decent.

He sighed with a faint smile: "I used to cook soup, now I cook hot pot. If I do it again, I don't know if a food city will be opened directly in the underworld."

Wen Ji got back her credentials.

She next gave the certificate to the king of the city to have a look, and then passed it to Meng Xiaoni.

"My lord." Little Wen Ji asked out of her confusion straightforwardly, "Why did Meng Po want to reincarnate in the first place?"

Lun Zhuan Wang looked at Wen Ji with a smile: "How can I guess Po Meng's mind."

Wen Ji gave a light cough: "Rumors from the underworld..."

Lun Zhuan Wang threw Wen Ji out of the door with a wave of his hand, and closed the door of the Tenth Hall, not knowing Lianxiangxiyu at all.

The rumor of the underworld is a barren ah.

He couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

Wen Ji, who was thrown out, stabilized her figure with an somersault. Shi Shiran walked toward the seat of the city king, with a hint of ridicule on her face: "The rumor that Meng Po is the mother of the wheel king, and it is not from me. from."

There is gossip where there are people.

The same goes for places with ghosts.

The spread of rumors was cool for a while, and finally ended in the crematorium.

When this rumor came out, I don't know what the reincarnation became, there is no news anyway.

Wen Ji went to the Eighth Hall and gave the city king a glance at the certificate.

City King has been busy with work for a while, and now he is fishing and playing a shooting game. While banging against the enemy, he said to Wen Ji: "You send her your credentials, and then you send people home directly."

Wen Ji responded.

At this time, the city king barely remembered about another employee: "By the way, what about the ghost who transferred the Second Hall to us?"

Wen Ji reminded: "My lord, I am the judge of the first hall."

The city king blasted the enemy to death, and then realized the problem: "Oh, yes, you are the number one. Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. Anyway, there is no rush to open a store for this day or two."

After speaking, he continued to start a new game.

Seeing that the city king had nothing to say, Wen Ji stepped back and looked for Meng Xiaoni.

Meng Xiaoni's entire pot was emptied by Guifeng.

The ghost and phoenix can be eaten in the world, even more in the underworld, it is unscrupulous. After eating, the residue was thrown into the magma and all burned clean. Just leave the pot to the kid to clean up.

After eating, he thought about it and found that it was almost dawn.

He was thinking about taking Meng Xiaoni away, but when he noticed movement at the door, he looked directly at the door of the hot pot restaurant.

Meng Xiaoni followed Guifeng and looked at the door of the hot pot restaurant.

Wen Ji walked into the door, her light yellow robe had been changed, and she put on more convenient clothes. The same is light yellow, but it looks very light, with lace patterns on the cuffs and neckline, which is extremely beautiful.

She saw Po Meng, took out the business certificate and handed it over: "This is for you. The upcoming opening of the hot pot restaurant in the prefecture will be announced in the prefecture. The hot pot restaurant in the world depends on the specific religious arrangements."

Meng Xiaoni nodded.

Wen Ji smiled at Meng Xiaoni: "The time is almost up, I will take you back to the world. Anything in the underworld cannot be brought into the world without registration, even a small stone."

Meng Xiaoni felt that it was about the same reason that she could not eat food from the underworld at will, and nodded in agreement.

Wen Ji believed that Meng Xiaoni would not pick up things and leave at will. She stretched out her hand sideways and motioned for Meng Xiaoni and Guifeng to follow her.

She guided the two of them out of the hot pot restaurant, towards the ghost gate.

Meng Xiaoni went out of the hot pot restaurant and looked at the sky of the underworld.

The sky of the underworld is no longer the clear blue, but tends to be a royal blue. Just like the day and night in the world, the underworld seems to be divided into day and night.

Well.

Meng Xiaoni pondered: Could it be a twelve-hour time difference between Difu and the world?

Walking on the road, Meng Xiaoni could still see red lanterns lined up like bubbles floating by the side of the road, not knowing where they were floating.

Go all the way to the gate of the ghost.

Wen Ji smiled and greeted the on-duty judge and ghost chaser, leading one person and one bird behind him out. There were many ghosts coming and going, and they all looked at the two behind Wen Ji with curious eyes.

Even if the judge and the ghost chase knew the identities of the two, they looked at them curiously like the group of ghosts.

After Wen Ji left Guimenguan for a certain distance, she opened a hole in the void: "Please, please."

Guifeng pulled Meng Xiaoni up again and stepped directly into the door.

Meng Xiaoni originally thought Wen Ji would be like Jiang Jiang and send them to the second floor of her bedroom in the hot pot restaurant, and then say goodbye to them.

However, when she stepped through the door, she felt a very dizzy falling sensation, followed by a suffocating feeling of pressure. This kind of oppression made her feel uncomfortable and very uncomfortable.

With gray mosaics shining in the black, she tried to open her eyes but couldn't open them at all.

The only comfort is that she is still holding Guifeng in her hand.

Meng Xiaoni clutched the ghost and phoenix like the last straw. She frowned, desperately thinking about adjusting her body slowly.

It is her soul and body that are fusing and recovering.

"We're in the world. Sleep for a while." Guifeng's voice was low, and just a single sentence made Meng Xiaoni feel sleepy and fell into a coma.

In her sleep, Meng Xiaoni vaguely dreamed of hot spring waves.

The hot spring waves are warm and comfortable. Waves of hot springs hit her body, washing away all her fatigue. She is like a baby, floating with the waves.

Return to the world, return to reality.

Guifeng watched Meng Xiaoni clutching her hand tightly and fell into a brief silence.

He looked at Meng Xiaoni's profile.

The brows have not been fully stretched out yet, and obviously they have not fully recovered from this first trip. The body is gradually relaxing, but the strength in this hand...

If you turn back into a bird, will you be pinched to death?

If you become a parrot, where will you shrink on the bed?

Guifeng thought about this strange question for the first time. Just like Meng Xiaoni's instinct to use her own soul power when cooking hot pot, the transformation of ghosts and phoenixes can actually be considered easy.

Because it was so relaxed that I didn't even think about where the center of the body was during transformation.

The wings must be completely pinched, right?

A little bit of time passed, Guifeng found a suitable reason for herself, and finally chose to give up transforming. He adjusted his lying position, and closed his eyes sideways: Nothing, wait until someone wakes up.

The sun gradually rose outside the window.

The music of the mobile phone alarm clock began to ring in the entire room in an extremely noisy manner.

Meng Xiaoni was still tumbling in the hot spring waves, being so disturbed, she had to struggle from her sleep.

A little confused, she tried to reach out and press her phone.

hand……

hand?

Why is she still holding something warm in her hand?

Meng Xiaoni opened her eyes a little sleepy.

Red eyes, long black eyelashes.

My face in my eyes has been enlarged many times.

Meng Xiaoni moved slightly.

The room is too small and the bed is not a big bed at all. Meng Xiaoni still sleeps well on weekdays, but now one more adult man is bound to be crowded.

Adult... man?

Meng Xiaoni suddenly widened her eyes and became sober!