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

Meng Xiaoni was very happy.

She happily went to the kitchen and cooked a big meal herself.

One big pot, two bottoms.

One spicy, one coconut fragrant.

On the left are traditional dishes of Fengdu, and on the right are special dishes of meatballs, seafood and vegetables.

One bite on the left is refreshing until the scalp is tingling, and the right is refreshing and sweet to the tongue.

Use the oil dish on the left and the hot and sour dish on the right.

This time all the members of the shop were eating, and Meng Xiaoni also sent two copies upstairs, one for Xiao Bailong and one for Xiao Guifeng.

In fact, in the end, the ghost phoenix ate downstairs in a human form, and the share upstairs was given to the parrot ghost phoenix in name, and finally to the little white dragon hiding in the room.

Little Bailong was born as a dragon only a few days ago, and he still doesn't eat much spicy food.

He curiously smelled the bottom of the spicy pot, licked it with his tongue, and then sneezed.

Then he licked and sneezed again.

Little Bailong: "..."

He grieved and ate the coconut fragrant pot on the side.

Obviously both smell very good, why does the spicy pot taste so numb! Yexiang is very serious.

After eating, Xiao Bailong threw this grievance behind his head.

Xiao Bailong eats hot pot without any dipping sauce.

He bit down a tribute pill in one bite and chewed brightly in his eyes. He felt that the pill was very flexible and delicious.

Then he took another bite of a beef ball, and the juice "bow-", half shot into the mouth and half shot out of the bowl.

The little white dragon froze.

He looked at the floor: "..."

While chewing the beef **** in his mouth, Xiao Bailong reached out his paws, which should be regarded as feet, and wiped them on the ground.

Flowers on the ground, and dirty paws.

Little Bailong: "..."

Let's talk after eating.

He gave up wiping the floor very quickly, thinking that he should eat first.

This is a hot pot specially made by my mother. The inside is the same as his eggshell, using a lot of power.

...

In the afternoon when Xiao Yi brought someone to add soundproofing equipment to the hot pot restaurant, Meng Xiaoni was still immersed in the joy of getting rich.

You must know that for a fresh graduate, a university who does not ask for money at home, and relies on his own expenses for food, accommodation and tuition, the impact of 10,000 a night is really comparable to winning a lottery.

Seeing that Meng Xiaoni was so happy, Meng's father and Mengmu asked twice curiously.

Meng Xiaoni couldn't speak straight, but just laughed there: "Little things, little things."

Waiting for a year to accumulate, that's a big deal.

What to buy a house, what to decorate, what to open a branch, it's easy.

She fantasized about the future, and she forgot the ghost and phoenix who had embraced warmly just now.

Guifeng sat aside, watching the religious office decorate here and there, it was very quiet.

Xiao Bailong learned the appearance of ghosts and phoenixes, observed human behavior, and was very quiet.

At night, the Difu Hot Pot Restaurant in the world opened normally.

Guifeng, who needed work, took Xiao Bailong out and went straight to the power plant.

It only takes one hour to generate electricity.

After sending out the power, Guifeng didn't go back immediately, instead, he took Xiao Bailong out.

For ordinary people, the sky is big and the earth is big. With the current level of technology, from one half of the ball to the other, the time must be calculated by the hour. For Guifeng, from the power plant to Meng Xiaoni's hot pot restaurant, there is not much difference from the South Pole to the North Pole.

Long's horizons should not be limited to small hot pot restaurants, but should be invisible and shut up.