Pixiu Restaurant, No Way Out

After a night passed, Wu Zu woke up and sat on the bed for a long time without recovering. The alarm clock at the bedside had rang three times, but he didn't have the strength to get up at all.

Obviously just want to sleep, why, why is the renaissance of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors in the dream?

He reached out and lifted his pillow, and there was nothing but hair underneath.

Didn't you put a history book underneath?

Wu Zu scratched his head in doubt. Could it be that he has realized the true meaning of learning, can sleep and study at night, and the ascension of the god of learning is just around the corner?

He lifted the quilt to get up, brushed his teeth and recalled the dream of last night in the mirror, while thinking about the knowledge points he had recited in the dream, thinking about it, he only felt that the handsome guy in the dream was really good-looking.

The handsome guy in the dream who didn't take the college entrance examination now just feels tired and sleepy, and falling into the dream is a strenuous task. Although supported by Pixiu's mana, Wenxi's soul has not fully recovered, and his energy is even worse than that of ordinary ghosts. After explaining yesterday's situation clearly to Pixiu, he turned his head and went to see Duke Zhou.

Seeing his tired face, Pi Xiu didn't ask any further questions, and raised his hand to cover the quilt for him, thinking that the little thing is so weak, and he has to go to class at night, shouldn't he prepare something to mend?

He thought about raising the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, and went downstairs with Wu Zu's study situation last night.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Jia Suzhen standing at the door with a rag and looking into the distance, looking at the sun, indifferent and melancholy.

Although she had a dazed expression, she didn't stop the movement of her hands. The newly bought dishcloths turned into strips under her hands, and the strands looked like Pixiu's shredded money.

She complained: "Today Wu Lang will come...not come...will come..."

Hearing this, Pixiu's nerves twitched wildly, his body temperature rose, and it was really hard for him without Wenxi by his side.

A dishcloth costs five yuan. Judging from the cloth strips on the ground, at least four or five pieces are missing, which is twenty-five yuan. If you round up half of today’s daily water, you will lose your property if you round up.

Pi Xiu took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, lived in this world for so many years, read so many entrepreneurial experiences of financial giants, and learned a profound truth.

If you can't let go of your children, you can't let go of your wolves. Any high-yield investment will have a certain amount of investment in the early stage.

In order to cover the white-eyed wolf of Taotie, he didn't blink his eyes when he signed the check to buy the Jade Buddha for Wenxi.

Pixiu, believe in yourself, you can bear it, you can do it.

Boss Pi clenched his fists tightly, cheering himself up, telling himself that life is like a play, and there is no one to replace him when he gets angry. It's just a few rags, it's okay to tear a hundred more, as long as she has merit, let her tear it as much as she wants, and tear it loudly and gracefully!

After standing at the stairs for a long time, Pi Xiu finally stabilized his emotions, and walked towards Jia Suzhen, planning to ask her to change the place to tear the rag, so as not to affect the opening of the door for business.

As soon as he walked over, he heard a scream, and a black figure brushed past him like lightning and rushed towards the resentful female ghost at the door.

The little broom yelled to drive Jia Suzhen away, and took the broom to clean up the rags on the floor, muttering and stammering, not knowing what to say.

Ren Jiao sighed and came from behind: "Little stammer just cleaned up and she stood there tearing up the cloth strips. The little guy has been very strong recently, and I can't stop him."

Pi Xiu pressed his temple and asked, "If you can't stop the broom, can't you tell Jia Suzhen not to tear it?"

Ren Jiao laughed: "Don't you think he's cute when he's angry?"

The merman said that the little broom over there screamed again, pointed at the rag in Jia Suzhen's hand and screamed, "No, you can't tear it up anymore! You, you, you, a ghost!"

Ren Jiao laughed so hard that Pi Xiu's eyes turned white with anger, he didn't understand what was so funny about it, did Ren Jiao soak too much in the sea and got water in his head?

The little broom was so angry that he was about to hit someone with the broom in his hand, but Pixiu grabbed it and said to him, "Go and clean other places, she will clean up here later."

"But, but..."

Pixiu stared: "But what?"

The little broom didn't dare to speak anymore, Ren Jiao came over and took the little broom's hand and walked back: "Don't be afraid, brother is here, ignore him, let's go clean the kitchen."

With a cold face and warm body, Pi Xiu felt that he should stay upstairs and sleep with Wenxi in his arms, instead of coming down to make things difficult for him.

He called Ren Jiao: "Take out the rooster prepared two days ago, and cook soup for Wenxi in the afternoon."

Ren Jiao waved his hand, indicating that he heard it.

Jia Suzhen saw the little ghost go away, and tore off the rag again. Ai Ai looked at Pi Xiu and asked, "Mr. Pi, do you think Wu Lang is coming back today?"

Damn, how do I know if he will come tonight? I'm not Erlangshen's mad dog, who can smell the meat of other people from two miles away.

Pi Xiu's mood of cursing was unprecedentedly high, but he still maintained a refined and easy-going manner, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "I don't know, maybe he will come."

"Really?" Jia Suzhen murmured: "I don't need him to come in, as long as he passes by and lets me take a look."

"Just one look is enough." She said, looked at Pi Xiu again, and sighed: "My lord, have you ever had a sweetheart? If so, you must understand my feelings."

Pi Xiu, who was born solo for thousands of years, sneered: "It doesn't matter if you understand it or not. He is a human and you are a ghost. Anyway, you have no fate with him in this life."

"Isn't Mr. Ke Wen also a ghost?" Jia Suzhen asked.

Pixiu frowned: "I have nothing to do with him."

"But I saw you sitting with your son in my arms that day..." Jia Suzhen frowned and looked at Pi Xiu with condemnation in her eyes, she said bitterly, "So you are such a person!"

What kind of person am I next door to Mala?

For an excellent person like me, shouldn't I live a rich life? Want to be pointed at by your female ghost?

Jia Suzhen's sleeves shook and Ai Ai sang during the period: "When I saw a strong man, I gritted my teeth..."

She took a few steps forward: "Come in and spit, scolding a shameless and shameless lover..."

Pi Xiu: ...

After hearing this, Pi Xiu turned around and left, he can't stay here anymore, if he stays here again he will really slap Jia Suzhen to death, and rush into the game to eat the mooncakes given out by the public in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Seeing the boss rushing over angrily, Su An put aside the books in his hand and said, "This month's electricity bill is a bit high."

"As tall as you are." Pixiu sighed.

It's too difficult for him, so don't deprive yourself of the willfulness of turning on the air conditioner to 16 degrees.

Su An pushed his glasses: "But you already have one in your room..." After a hard calculation, he didn't know what to call Wenxi, so he simply skipped it and continued: "If you can cool down by holding him, I suggest you hug him more." Let’s save electricity and make money.”

Pixiu wiped his face, looked at his accountant and thought, he did nothing wrong in picking him up from the bank, and he has won his own true teaching in terms of economical benefits and money saving.

"Every year, the electricity bill will be overpaid in summer, so don't worry about it." Pi Xiu handed over Wu Zu's study status, raised his chin and said, "Do the math, how likely is it to be the provincial champion at this level?"

The abacus changed his expression rarely, glanced at Pixiu, and wondered whether the capitalism oppressing the workers and peasants was intentional or intentional?

I was about to blurt out a word about how to calculate this, but since Pi Evil was tall and strong, he couldn't beat ten of them by himself, so Su An could only say: "Wait a minute, let me take a look."

Pixiu nodded: "Look, it doesn't have to be too accurate, it's fine to be accurate to two decimal places."

Su An's eyes darkened, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and he squeezed out a good one between his teeth.

Seeing him reaching for the calculator, Pi Xiu couldn't help but asked strangely, "Aren't you a good abacus? Why do you still use a calculator?"

Su An: ...

Su An: "Boss, you interrupt my train of thought."

Pixiu: "Oh, then I won't talk."

Su An worked with the calculator for a while, drafted a page, and combined the city ranking and provincial ranking of Wu Zu's mock exam and the usual range of performance fluctuations, and finally calculated a 30%.

Pi Xiu looked at the result and worried: "30% is too low."

Su An maintained a superficial smile: "I can't intervene to change this result. Of course, if the boss eats up all the people ahead of him, the result will rise rapidly. But..."

Pixiu raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue talking.

"However, you may have indigestion." Su An pushed his glasses and said lightly: "And in view of your unique physique, I suggest not to do this. Doctors can't find a case to diagnose and treat."

Pi Xiu: ...

Su An observed his expression and continued: "Jia Suzhen worked as a waiter in the store to increase the number of customers, and she sang a few words in front of the guests yesterday. Some customers seemed very interested and said that they would continue tonight. Come on. I'll apply for a table in the store and let her sing a few words, it's better than standing there smashing dishes and tearing rags."

Pixiu listened and nodded: "That's fine, let's have a singing session, and write all the songs she can sing on it, so that the guests don't have to sing all the songs that they are interested in, just sing a section, and the money earned will go to the account Buy a rag."

Su An was filled with admiration when he heard this, and thought to himself that mountains are still higher, monsters are still old spirits, and Pi Xiu is really an old sow with bras, one set after another.

After Boss Pi arranged the money-making matters, he went to the backyard to look at the rooster that was still alive and kicking not far from death, and then went upstairs to continue worrying about classmate Wu's grades.

Looking at Wenxi who was sleeping soundly, he thought to himself that Wu Zu had to study harder tonight, otherwise he would be at a disadvantage if he failed to get the provincial champion.

Pixiu will never do business at a loss.

Wenxi finally woke up at night, sat on the bed in a daze for a while, and then was taken downstairs to eat by Pixiu. There was just a wave of diners in the shop, and it wasn't too busy.

"When did you set up a stage to sing for her?" Wenxi glanced.

Pixiu: "This afternoon."

Wenxi responded, and before he could turn his head, he saw Ren Jiao approaching with a rooster with a broken neck, blood dripping from his hand, and a strong yang energy came over him.

"Fuck!" Wenxi jumped three feet high, hid behind Pixiu's back, and asked sharply, "Pi, what are you doing! Rooster! Get me farther away! Farther away!"

Rooster blood has strong yang energy. If a bowl of rooster blood is placed on the ground, no ghosts will be seen within 500 meters. It is more effective than electric mosquito coils to repel mosquitoes.

Ren Jiao was nailed to the spot by his yell, not knowing where it came from.

Wenxi smelled the smell of blood, and was dizzy from the rush, reached out and grabbed Pixiu's shoulder and shouted: "I let you do things every day without saying anything, what is hindering you, what do you want to do?" Treat me like this? You really don't want me to live!"

Pixiu's temples throbbed wildly, and he lowered his voice and said, "What's your name? You're already dead! What are you doing alive?"

Some little monsters who came to eat heard this and couldn't bear it.

I couldn't stop stretching my head to look, and a few quick hands had already pulled out their phones and started posting.

Why did the thousand-year-old demon kill his lover with poison? Yesterday's love cannot be chased, and the old demon with a flower heart is as vicious as Pan Jinlian.

Pixiu didn't have time to take care of them, and Wenxi behind him was shaking from the chicken blood, but he kept cursing, and he said in a low voice, "Stop arguing, cock blood is useless to you, it's just that you think it smells a little bit bad .”

Wenxi: "You fart! You did it on purpose! Do you still remember when I slapped you that day?"

Ren Jiao was stunned by the side, thinking that this bastard is really a hero, he can even slap Pixiu, if there is no relationship between these two guys, he will take Qiu Fu to do plastic surgery and blackening at his own expense .

Pi Xiu was wronged so much, it was rare for him to want to be a good person, and his body temperature soared, he lifted Wenxi in front of him and clamped him, and said in a low voice: "You are not an ordinary ghost now, I just give you Make some chicken soup to make up for it, if you make trouble again, I will..."

"Just what?" Wenxi frowned, and there were many red patterns on his fair face, just like paper-cut window grilles, and a gluttonous demon power exuded from his body.

Pi Xiu was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, he immediately picked him up and walked upstairs.

The little monsters looked at it, their fingers fluttered wildly to exchange information with their friends, and boldly speculated on what happened upstairs next.

The popularity of a post in the monster forum is rising rapidly, and it is listed on the homepage.

"Li Tao, everyone knows that the demon fought with his son today. May I ask how long they can hold on? The host speculates that the child may not be able to keep it."

Sitting in the office, Feng Du saw the photos in the post, his eyes stopped on the one of Pi Xiu carrying Wenxi upstairs, he was silent for a long time before he took out his phone. Pixiu's phone didn't go through, and after he hung up, he dialed a long series of numbers with his office landline.

"Hey, is it the Monster Women Weak Protection Federation? I want to..."