"Can Meng Po Tang really drink?"
Seeing Meng Poxing rushed into the kitchen, Ji Xiunian couldn't help confirming again.
Lu Xu smiled, his tone calm and calm: "It's okay at all, I'll come up if I drink too much."
As the two were talking, new guests came outside. Looking at the tidy clothes and ordinary people unintentionally, but the inanimate people who can live in the underworld, think about it, know that it is a ghost.
Lu Xu is a well-known person in the underworld, even if it is not his client, any ghost friend will know him when he is dead.
When the few ghosts came in and saw Lu Xu, they were a little cautious, and politely stood in a row and said hello. Even still hesitating, you look at me and I look at you, wondering whether to leave.
Lu Xu smiled when he saw this, and said in a very gentle tone: "When you enter here, you are all guests. There is nothing to care about."
"Uh-huh!"
Seeing that Lu Xu’s attitude was easy-going and natural, the ghosts instantly relaxed. After ordering the meal, they didn’t forget to care about Lu Xu’s draft progress: "Master Lu Xu, should you tidy up and prepare for your debut? I asked my family to dream about it before. Voting, if necessary, we can try to apply for another shot... ”
When Lu Xu first participated in the competition, his popularity was not the first. Everyone else mobilized to vote, but his first batch of fans was busy at night giving his family a dream to vote.
Because they were all operated in the early morning, many people thought that Lu Xu was a "Huangquan passerby" in the operation of the company. They did not know that Huangquan was not fake, but passers-by were not people.
"No need." Lu Xu first politely said thank you to them, and then refused the kind offer.
After a person dies, there is no connection with the original world itself, and it is better to have fewer intersections.
"The soup is coming!" Before Mrs. Meng came out, a strong fragrance was already floating out of the kitchen.
Even if Ji Xiunian has been to so many places and ate so many foods, he still finds the rich flavor of this soup is hard to resist.
"Hey, it's the guest who made an appointment." Po Meng brought out the soup, and when she saw the few sitting there, she couldn't help but smile and confirm the message.
"Do you need an appointment here too?" Ji Xiunian couldn't help asking Lu Xu after hearing this.
Lu Xu nodded and said in a low voice: "Yes, because the raw materials of the soup are precious, they are basically supplied in limited quantities."
Before they were finished, there was another waiter-like kid who came out and served soup to the new guests. Before serving the soup, I did not forget to carefully confirm the guest information, and then divided the named soup by name.
When Ji Xiunian watched it, he found it strange. He always felt that the specially-designed soup was a little bit of the right medicine.
Seeing his curiosity, Po Meng smiled and explained at the moment: "Our soup here is customized according to the needs of customers, some want to forget recent events, and some want to delete past memories, as long as there is such a demand, they can come to our store. It is guaranteed that one bowl will work."
Nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life.
Sometimes I do a humiliating or painful thing at a certain time, and I can’t forget it when I’m alive, and I’ll keep repeating it when I die.
The ghost can be remembered clearly before reincarnation, but now the birth rate in the world is getting lower and lower. If you want to reincarnate, you have to shake the number, and the waiting time has become longer than before. It's humiliating and painful to live, and it's too miserable to have to endure all this when you die.
In order to provide more humane services to these stranded ghosts, Meng Po Chinese Restaurant deliberately carried out part of the amnestic business.
"Of course, our restaurant not only has soup, but also a lot of dishes. They are all developed by my team and the taste is absolutely delicious."
She is not the only one in Mengpo's shop. The employees are all star chefs during his lifetime, and those who cannot reincarnate after death come here to work. Not to mention, if one person adds a special dish together, it will be a full feast.
Ji Xiunian nodded as he listened, and couldn't help wondering where the local ingredients came from.
Before he could ask, the other side dishes ordered by the guests were already served.
Seeing the incense candles and the yellow paper in the tray, Ji Xiunian felt dumbfounded—
Is this stuff a vegetable
The waiter brought the offerings to the guests' dining table, and then kindly lit the incense without forgetting to burn the paper.
A few ghosts were there eating incense and drinking soup, looking very contented.
Ji Xiunian just remembered that the digestive system of ghosts is different from that of humans, and the foods they eat are naturally different.
Thinking of the Man-Han banquet mentioned by Po Meng, and looking at the yellow paper of incense candles on the table, Ji Xiunian couldn't connect the two for a while.
As if seeing his doubts, Po Meng explained patiently: "The incense here is different from other places. You can choose from various flavors. According to the different needs of customers, our incense also has several major cuisines. Some of them are Sichuan cuisine, some are Shandong cuisine, and others are Cantonese cuisine... In short, whether sweet or sour or spicy, as long as the customer wants to taste it, we can cook it for him..."
Incense is made into a dish...
Well, it really was the netherworld.
"Brother Nian, if you have anything you want, I can burn it to you, and it will be counted on my account." It can be seen that Po Meng is really a fan of Ji Xiunian, even the title is the same as a fan.
However, facing this enthusiasm, Ji Xiunian just wanted to refuse, burn him or something, just listen...
Knowing that Meng Po's soup really has amnestics, Ji Xiunian always felt that he didn't have the courage to drink it.
Although his youth did not go well, but every memory he walked step by step was part of his life, and Ji Xiunian didn't want to press the delete button.
When Lu Xu saw this, he couldn't help but smile, and then took a spoon and took two sips: "Brother Nian, ours is also specially made, it will not delete memories, at most it is to make up."
Po Meng nodded hurriedly: "Yes, it's a tonic."
Lu Xu had said so, even if it was the poison Ji Xiunian, he would drink it.
He took a sip like Lu Xu, only to realize that the soup was really delicious.
The mouth is mellow, and the mouth is on top.
There is no strange smell, it just makes people feel that they have returned to the best time in life, and every cell in the body is full of satisfaction and happiness.
"How does it taste?"
Facing Po Meng’s question, Ji Xiunian nodded honestly, and did not hesitate to praise her: “It’s so delicious. This soup has to be stewed for a long time, right?”
Meng Po, who was praised by the idol, nodded immediately: "It's okay, this pot is only twenty years old. If you wait another ten years, it will taste better."
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Twenty years of soup...
Ji Xiunian raised his hand on his abdomen unconsciously, just begging not to have any adverse reactions.
Po Meng originally wanted to pull Ji Xiunian's often new flavor of incense, but Lu Xu stopped it: "We have to go to the rehearsal site now. After all, it's the first time to be a guest. It's not good to be late."
When Po Meng heard it, the feeding plan could only be temporarily shelved, and she just told Ji Xiunian twice that when she wanted to eat, it was free at any time.
Ji Xiunian accepted her kindness, but didn't want to come again.
The two came out of the restaurant and arrived at the recording site of the show not long after.
Although it is in the prefecture, you can see from the area of the studio from a distance that the scale of the draft here is really not worse than that of the world.
At this moment, there have been a lot of ghosts gathered here, all of them huddled together under the stands. Before Lu Xu and the others came closer to see the situation, the fans here were already shouting, "Zhang Jiamu, I love you Zhang Jiamu!!!"