Pixiu Restaurant, No Way Out

In July and a half, the gate of ghosts opens.

A series of hell express trains slowly arrived at the station, and the ghost messengers under Feng Du stood aside with loudspeakers and shouted: "Don't squeeze and don't rush! Take your time one by one! Be careful not to fall into the cracks! It's not easy to salvage! All go inside the yellow line!"

Ghost Festival is the Spring Festival of the underworld. In order to welcome this horrific version of Spring Festival travel, Feng Du has not slept well for a month in a row, and his hairline is drawn to the back of his head, increasingly similar to his programmers.

He stroked his hair, and couldn't help but look at the meticulously oily hair on Pi Xiu's hair beside him, and couldn't help asking: "How many catties of pomade did you use, I just saw that the wind didn't blow you away." Hair messed up."

Pixiu glanced at him: "I don't use pomade."

Feng Du was taken aback: "Then what is it used for? It can't be 502, right?"

Pi Xiu didn't speak but just looked at him, Feng Du felt a burst of suffocation: "How are you going to wash your hair? Just shave it off?"

"We'll talk about it later." Pi trimmed the collar of his suit and asked, "Do you think I'm decent?"

Feng Du looked up and down: "You are too decent to wear a three-piece woolen suit in the 40-degree heat in August."

"Actually, my shirt is sweaty inside, but there's nothing I can do about it. Wenxi's scholarly family seems to value these things very much." Pi Xiu pulled his tie with a dark face: "Damn it, I'm so hot."

Feng Du turned his face to look at Wen Xi who was sitting on the sofa chatting with his sister: "He asked you to dress like this?"

"No, he told me to be normal. Didn't you see that he didn't say a word to me just now?" Pixiu wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, looked down at the yellow foundation on the paper, and cursed again: "Grandpa's foundation is off, idiot!"

Feng Du asked kindly: "Have you made loose powder yet, I still have some prickly heat powder here, you can make do with it."

"Can it be the same?" Pixiu wiped it again: "Isn't that saying it's waterproof and sweatproof? That's it? False propaganda is designed to cheat women out of money."

"To be honest, even if you paint your face, you can't stop the sweat from dripping down like rain." Looking at Pi Xiu's mottled face, Feng Du couldn't help saying, "For your family's happiness." , for the sake of your father-in-law's mental health, please wash your face and remove your makeup."

Pi Xiu adjusted his face in the mirror, and found that he was unable to return to the sky. Just as he was about to remove his makeup, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Feng Du's Yin soldiers saluted Feng Du: "Boss, the car is here."

Wenxi and Wenqian on the sofa stood up and walked out. Pixiu's hands froze while touching his face, but he still followed behind in a woolen suit carrying a large gift bag.

He was shunned among the ghosts all dressed up, wearing wool in the high temperature of August, and the ghosts were scared when they saw him.

Feng Du followed him and asked in a low voice, "Old Pi, what did you mention?"

"Alcohol and cigarettes. I read on Baidu that people who come to see my father-in-law always mention these things." Pi Xiu stood in front of the car door that was about to open and was a little nervous. How does it look?"

Wenxi was taken aback when he saw his face, but seeing his nervousness, he was angry and funny, so he could only say: "Don't be nervous, my parents and grandpa don't eat people."

"It has nothing to do with whether they eat people or not." Pixiu wanted to say something, but the car door was slowly opened.

A middle-aged couple walked in the front, and a beautiful woman walked out with the help of an old man in the back. Wenxi stood there for a while, not knowing how to react.

Seeing this, Wen Qian reminded in a low voice: "Little brother, hurry up."

Only then did Wenxi come to her senses, and quickly stepped forward, calling out to her parents and elder sister with red eyes, and finally looked at the old man choked up and said, "Grandpa..."

Old Man Wen's eyes were red but he didn't shed tears. He looked at Wen Xi and said, "Don't cry, how can a man from my Wen family shed tears over such a trivial matter."

"What kind of trivial matter is this?" Empress Wen, who supported him, laughed, "Grandpa's eyes were red because he was happy, and he didn't allow Huaiyu to shed two tears. It can be seen that only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps."

Seeing Wen Qian's transparent body, the middle-aged couple hurried forward. Mrs. Wen looked at her and asked, "Girl Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Qian smiled: "It's okay, it's just a little problem with the body."

She took a step aside, revealing Tao Ti with the same oily hair as Pi Xiu and carrying the same gift, cigarettes and alcohol. Wen Qian smiled at her parents and said, "Father, Mother, this is my husband Tao Ti."

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, and looked at Tao Ti twice. Father Wen frowned first and asked, "Do you want to marry my daughter?"

"Father, we are already husband and wife." Wen Qian smiled and glanced at Tao Ti: "Hurry up and call someone."

Tao Ti was overly nervous and called Mrs. Wen Dad and Father Wen Mom. Pixiu listened to it as funny, and was gloating about your big asshole today, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn soon.

Wenxi took his hand and stood in front of Old Man Wen: "Grandpa, this is Pixiu, it's me... mine..."

He didn't know how to describe the relationship between the two of them for a while, but old man Wen took the initiative to see it, and stretched out his hand to signal Wenxi not to speak.

The old man raised his chin towards Pi Xiu: "Look up and have a look."

Pi Xiu looked up at the old man, and the two of them looked at each other for a while, the old man's expression was normal, but the empress Wen who was next to him immediately changed his expression, lowered his head and began to suppress a smile.

The old man cleared his throat: "It's very hot along the way."

Pixiu thought for a while and said, "It's okay, it's not too hot."

The old man choked, thinking that your face is all white and white like that, why?

Why are you still stubborn? He took a breath and was a little annoyed at Pixiu's insincerity, and deliberately asked: "What's wrong with your face, it's white and black."

Pi Xiu paused, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out without thinking: "The sun is too strong, and the skin is peeling."

Empress Wen couldn't help covering her mouth anymore and started laughing. Mr. Wen looked at Wenxi and then at Pi Xiu, and it took him a long time to say a word: "The boy's words are very interesting."

Feng Du coughed and said to Pi Xiu with a suppressed smile, "Okay, don't stand outside talking, just go back."

Wen Xi and Empress Wen supported the old man to go out, Wen Qian walked with Tao Ti with his parents, Mrs. Wen observed Tao Ti's attitude towards Wen Qian, and then she let go of her heart, and took the initiative to talk to Tao Ti Showing a smile, he asked, "Little Tao, how old are you now?"

Tao Ti was taken aback for a moment, and said honestly, "It's almost ten thousand years old."

Mrs. Wen: ...

Father Wen's face turned dark when he heard it, and he turned to look at Pi Xiu next to him, thinking that this should be normal, he cleared his throat and tried to ask kindly: "Xiao Pi, how old are you this year?"

Pi Xiu was sweating with the gift, when he heard the old man ask him, he quickly stood up and said, "I'm going to be 10,000 years old this year, so I'm just a few years older than Tao Ti."

Father Wen: ...

The old man Wen who was being supported suddenly broke away from his grandson and granddaughter, felt that he was not very old, his waist and legs immediately regained strength, and walked to Pi Xiu with his legs, walking side by side with him.

After all, he is only six hundred years old, and he can still be considered a young man in front of his grandson-in-law and granddaughter-in-law who are almost 10,000 years old, so he must not be stage frightened.

Empress Wen glanced at Lixiu, couldn't help stretching out her hand to pull Wenxi to her side and asked, "Didn't Xi Niang scold you when you were with him?"

"No, he is nice to me, why is the second sister scolding me?" Wenxi smiled and held the elder sister's hand, stared at her for a while and said, "Sister, you have wrinkles around your eyes."

Empress Wen reached out and patted his face, and said angrily, "When I saw me, I didn't know what to say, so I just said that I am old. I am so much older than you. Is it strange that I don't have wrinkles?"

She raised her hand to touch her eyes, and reached out to touch Wenxi's nose: "It's okay to only have wrinkles. For you and Qian Niang, my eyes are going to cry blind."

Empress Wen squeezed Wenxi's hand: "My sister is unmarried, now seeing you and Qian Niang like this, I finally feel relieved."

Pi Xiu and Prime Minister Wen raced all the way, and when they reached the front of the car, Pi Xiu took the initiative to open the door and asked the old man to get in first. This time he didn't drive a BMW, but chose a large-capacity Wuling Hongguang, which loaded a car in one go and drove the ghost steadily on the road.

The old man was sitting on the co-pilot, looking out the window at the woman who passed him on a bicycle, he couldn't help but turned to look at Pixiu and said, "You can drive faster."

Pi Xiu focused all his attention on stability: "It's okay, slow down and be steady, safe."

Wenxi couldn't help coughing: "You drive a little faster, it's too slow now."

"It's okay, don't be nervous, our family is all ghosts, even if there is a car accident, we won't die again!" The old man signaled Pi Xiu to relax, Wen Jiayong followed,

Pi Xiu laughed, stepped on the gas pedal: "You can still see it quite openly."

"That's right, I've been dead for five or six hundred years and I can't look away. I have to become a ghost." Feeling the speed of the car, old man Wen said lightly: "To be honest, I am still an old kart player in the underworld, and I have won the trophy. , Your speed is not enough in front of me."

The old man who is almost 700 years old will never admit defeat in front of his granddaughter-in-law who is 10,000 years old!

As soon as Pi Xiu heard the fighting spirit was coming, he stepped on the accelerator and immediately accelerated. Empress Wen couldn't help holding Wenxi's hand again, and asked in a low voice, "Does Xi Niang know that his mind is a little out of order?"

Wenxi laughed dryly: "He has a good brain, really, sister."

"I can't see it." Empress Wen frowned, and then looked at the second brother-in-law who was stammering to introduce to her parents that her advantage is that she can eat.

Why one or two don't look very smart.

The car stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, and when Mr. Wen opened the door, he was dumbfounded, with one leg hanging in mid-air, not knowing whether to land or take it back.

A banner with red and yellow letters was drawn at the entrance of the restaurant, and it was written——

Warmly welcome Grandpa Wenxi, father, mother and sister home!

Several inflatable arches also read welcome, welcome, warm welcome, and even Cao Cao was hung with a red ribbon, standing by the door like a fortune tree swaying in the wind.

As soon as Monkey Five saw someone get off the bus, they immediately stood at the door with plastic slaps and began to shout: "Welcome, welcome! Warmly welcome!"

Mr. Wen had never experienced such a scene in his 600-year-old life, and he patted Pi Xiu on the shoulder emotionally and was speechless.

He got out of the car and took a few steps forward, and saw two big men coming out of the door, standing on the left and right at the door, sinking into his dantian, and after lighting the firecrackers in his hands, they said in unison amidst a burst of crackling: "Welcome to Mr. Wen family!" Restaurant inspection!"

Pixiu was very proud, and leaned into Wenxi's ear and said, "Isn't your grandfather a high-ranking official? Is this enough pomp?"

Wenxi: ...