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

According to traditional rumors, if you want to win someone, you have to win someone's stomach.

This sentence is not accurate.

Because I like it, knowing how to cook will become one of the bright points of this person, otherwise it is just the yellow-faced woman in front of the stove, the chaotic wife in the memory.

Human advantages, in the eyes of those who like, will change from a little starlight to a whole sun.

Meng Xiaoni's careful thinking is actually easy to guess.

She likes Ghost Phoenix.

It is the heart beating slightly, reflected in the eyes, exposed by the reddish pinna.

It's not because the parrot and the person have the same name, it's not because of specious words. Everyone could see that it was all discovered by Meng Xiaoni's gestures, and the sight of her while chatting.

Meng Xiaoni didn't know how to cook before.

After graduating, even for the family business, she didn't learn how to make all kinds of hot pot every day, and she tried her best to cook the three meals every day.

This kind of like cannot be said yet.

Because I can't say it, it seems more sour and sweet, and I can't help but want to laugh when I think about it.

Meng Xiaoni did not deny what Meng's father said, but she didn't know how to say it.

She pretended to be a fool: "Dad!"

Father Meng glared at her: "Not promising."

Other people's homes are worried about their cabbage, what should be done by pigs. In my own house, the situation is completely different. The pig is swaying wildly beside the cabbage, and the cabbage is about to jump out of the ground to chase the pig.

Meng Xiaoni: "The guests are coming soon."

After she said this, Da Da ran away and went to the kitchen.

Father Meng shook his head and turned around to find Xiao Yi on the side: "You too, you are almost 30, and you won't be looking for someone. It's not that Taoist priests don't get married."

Xiao Yi: "???"

Xiao Yi was shot suddenly and felt that his knee was broken.

He is a Taoist priest, who is he looking for? The group of people who are religiously involved, unless they really like people, would rather be single. There are a few genres that are not yet married.

Xiao Yi can only say: "Actually, I have just turned eighteen and I am not yet the age of marriage."

Such a mouth, coupled with the serious baby face, directly amused Meng's father.

Father Meng chuckled, then leaned against the cash register, lowered his voice and said to Xiao Yi: "I know that you Taoist priests are very particular about looking for someone. What do you think of Ghost Phoenix?"

Xiao Yi: "..."

How did Guifeng ask him what he was doing! He won't find Guifeng to fall in love!

Father Meng pondered: "This person, you have to see from the eyes of others to see accurately. My old man's eyes are not counting."

Xiao Yi initially misunderstood Guifeng, but in the past more than a month, Guifeng came to work part-time at noon almost every day, and went to work at the power plant at night. He worked tirelessly in two places.

People don’t need money, so what?

If Meng Xiaoni and Guifeng joined together, Xiao Yi thought Guifeng was still quite good.

He nodded: "I think it can."

Father Meng nodded: "Then do you think this ghost phoenix has that meaning?"

Xiao Yi thought about Guifeng's somewhat cold and arrogant temperament, and then thought about Guifeng's way of working so hard, serious: "There must be."

Father Meng nodded.

Both sides are a little bit interesting, and if they try harder to bring them together, it will be done.

Having settled down at work, it was time to fall in love.

It's not about getting married right away after falling in love.

It is appropriate to talk about it, it will take a year or two of friction, and after the friction is two years of marriage, this is natural.

Counting the age, it’s not too early for a girl at this age to get married.

Father Meng thought about it, the more reason he had, and he whispered to Xiao Yi: "Do you think we should make a match?"

Xiao Yi thought about what else to match up. The two people might decide what their relationship was in private, or they might just tell them that they were single, just to deceive their parents.

Xiao Yi, who had been tricked into "cohabiting together", felt very complicated.

Father Meng secretly glanced at the store and saw that Meng's mother hadn't noticed here. He was very confident: "If it's done, I will give you processing money and wrap a big red envelope by the way. This red envelope comes from my private money."

Xiao Yi's eyes lit up: "Sure, why not!"

Father Meng pulled an ally and walked away contentedly.

He walked to Mengmu's side: "Cough—"

Mother Meng was wiping the table without raising her head: "I feel sick in my throat and make a cup of tea. I told you not to smoke and smoke all day. Didn't listen to what the new classmate said? That is to pay taxes."

Father Meng slapped his tongue: "What does the young man know?"

Mother Meng: "What do you old man know?"

More than fifty people were called the old man. Father Meng was not convinced: "Why am I an old man? You are still an old woman! You are all grandma!"

Mengmu raised her head: "Huh?"

Meng's father suddenly suffocated again: "No, I want to come and talk to you."

Mother Meng put down the rag: "Speak, I'm still stopping you."

Father Meng lowered his voice: "Xiao Nizi and Guifeng haven't said anything about it yet."

Mother Meng was shocked: "So?"

Father Meng whispered: "I think the two of them are successful. Do you think we should look for opportunities. We are busy in the hot pot restaurant all day, why fall in love? Don't even watch a movie."

Mengmu thought: Yes!

These two young people were busy at the hot pot restaurant at noon. After a meal, Guifeng would rush to the power plant to work.

Opening a hot pot restaurant is busier on holidays than weekdays, and there is no such thing as a holiday except for the New Year.

I can't say a few words when we get along, how can we talk about the object?

Mother Meng was worried: "What should I do?"

Father Meng: "Create some opportunities!"

So another ally went into the water.

Meng Xiaoni is ignorant and is still busy in the back kitchen.

Guifeng didn't even know anything, and took the little white dragon to travel outside.

Open in the evening, two hot pot restaurants in the late night world and Jifu are open in order. The family of Meng Xiaoni, Guifeng, and Xiao Bailong didn't know it. A group of adults broke their hearts for the two "little young men."

In fact, Xiao Bailong was also worried about his parents.

However, in the inheritance education Xiao Bailong received, the only thing about how to let parents promote feelings was "sleeping too much".

So...So far, with the three people sharing the same bed, Xiao Bailong feels that he has worked very hard.

Although he is not old enough, he still doesn't know that this "sleep" is not the other "sleep", and he is quite comfortable in his daily life.

A few more days passed.

Qin Lingjun determined where he lived, and came to Difu Hot Pot Restaurant for another meal.

She called a bunch of things by herself, and exchanged contact information with Meng Xiaoni: "I will go to pick a suitable office tomorrow, and I will take you there after confirming the address. Registration takes 20w, and every month. Thousands of rent for office space. Is it okay?"

Meng Xiaoni counted her money and nodded seriously.

Qin Lingjun laughed: "I still think that if you don't have enough, I will post a little bit for you. You should have started to figure this out if you have more money."

Meng Xiaoni smiled at her: "It's not too late, you just need to be responsible for your meals."

Qin Lingjun gave a thumbs up.

After Meng Xiaoni and Qin Lingjun talked about this, she went to work again.

At night, close the stall.

After Meng's mother settled the accounts, Meng Xiaoni lay on the table, writing and drawing on the notebook.

Father Meng fumbled and fumbled in his pocket, found two tickets, put them on the table, and coughed: "Xiao Nizi."

Meng Xiaoni glanced at the ticket, and looked at Father Meng curiously: "Parents, are you going to go out on a date in a few days?"

Mother Meng was absent-minded. Upon hearing this, she directly calculated a number incorrectly, raised her head and glared at Meng Xiaoni: "What are we doing out of the market at our age?"

Meng Xiaoni had a question mark on her face.

What is this ticket? What is it for?

Father Meng put the ticket in front of Meng Xiaoni: "We still have to look at the store at home. Our uncle Liu who sells cakes at the end of the street, isn't the son at home on a blind date recently?"

Meng Xiaoni tried to remember the son of Uncle Liu.

She was in a daze: "...Isn't he a college student?"

Father Meng: "...Yes, I am anxious at home."

It's not easy. I was urged to marry at a young age.

Meng Xiaoni sympathized with Xiao Liu: "What then?"

"Then Lao Liu's son was unhappy and ran away. Lao Liu bought these two tickets, which was a waste. I didn't have time to look at it for myself. I looked at your tiredness recently, so I bought it at a discount."

Father Meng said exactly the same, and said sincerely: "You invite Guifeng to have a look. If he is really out of time, you can ask the netizen who is called Qin Lingjun, right?"

Look, even the back road is left.

Meng Xiaoni was taken aback, and took a look at the ticket.

Modern dance is the kind of Yunnan style.

In the city, it takes an hour by car.

It started at 7:30 in the evening, and after watching it at 9:30, I couldn't catch the returning car. That means staying in the city for one night.

Meng Xiaoni: "..."

Will Guifeng go?

This meaning is too obvious! How to live at night! Do you want two rooms for two people!

"Guifeng has a car, right? The power plant is not close to here." Mengmu said: "I drive back at night. If you don't have a car, you can take a taxi. It's not bad for the money. It's late, I'll show you A lamp."

Meng Xiaoni: "..."

There is no car, but flying is convenient.

The time of this ticket is also specially arranged on Saturday, I am afraid it is to ensure that Guifeng is a bit empty.

Father Meng was still there muttering: "Wasting tickets is not good. I am selling old Liu's favor. He can't transfer this ticket. At this age, WeChat only knows to make a phone call."

Meng Xiaoni heard that Meng's father kept making excuses, and knew that this ticket was actually to relax herself.

She smiled: "Then I will go back and ask Guifeng. If he is not available, I will ask Qin Lingjun."

Father Meng responded.

Meng Xiaoni glanced at the ticket again.

dance.

I don't know if Guifeng would like to watch it. Can the Phoenix clan dance?

After calculating the books, Meng's father and Mengmother brought them upstairs.

Meng Xiaoni saw ghosts entering the door waiting in line to eat hot pot downstairs, happily shook her hand and nodded and smiled back.

She went upstairs and walked slowly back to the room with two tickets.

Open the door, close the door.

Sitting on the bed, Guifeng was teaching Xiaobailong the magic: the physical deformation of water, freezing and changing gas.

It sounds simple, the little white dragon is not difficult to make, just turned a water sculpture into an ice sculpture.

The ice sculpture is a rabbit seen today.

The rabbit is so delicious.

Xiao Bailong couldn't help sucking his own saliva.

Meng Xiaoni walked towards Guifeng, playing drums in her heart.

If nothing happened, she took out the ticket: "My dad gave me two tickets to see people dancing, saying that this month is too busy, let me take a rest. Do you want to see it together? Human dance."

Xiaobai raised his paw: "I'm going to see it!"

Meng Xiaoni goes, and Xiao Bai goes too.

Guifeng thought about the lack of progress in recent human plans, and watched Meng Xiaoni's eyes erratic, and paused: "Yes."