Meng Xiaoni was very happy.
She happily went to the kitchen to cook a big meal herself.
A large pot with two bottoms.
One is spicy, the other is coconut.
On the left are traditional dishes of Fengdu, and on the right are meatballs, seafood and vegetables.
Take a sip on the left and it feels so refreshing to the point of scalp numbness, and the right side is refreshing and sweet to the point of tongue numbness.
The oil dish is used on the left, and the hot and sour dish is used on the right.
This time, all the members of the store were eating, and Meng Xiaoni also specially sent two sets upstairs, one for Xiao Bailong and one for Xiao Guifeng.
In fact, in the end, the ghost phoenix ate downstairs in human form, and what was supposedly given to the parrot ghost phoenix upstairs was eventually given to the little white dragon hiding in the room.
Little Bailong was born as a dragon only a few days ago, and he still can't taste spicy food.
He curiously smelled the bottom of the spicy pot, stuck out his tongue and licked it, and then sneezed.
Then licked again and sneezed again.
Little White Dragon: "..."
Aggrieved, he ate the coconut pot on the side.
Obviously both smell delicious, why does the spicy pot taste so numb! Coconut fragrance is very serious.
While eating, Xiao Bailong put this grievance behind his head.
Xiaobailong doesn't need any dipping sauce to eat hot pot.
He bit off a tribute ball in one bite, his eyes sparkled and he chewed, feeling that the ball was very elastic and delicious.
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Then he took another bite of a beef ball, the juice sizzled, half of it shot into his mouth, and half of it shot out of the bowl.
Xiao Bailong froze.
He looked at the floor: "..."
While chewing the beef balls in his mouth, Xiao Bailong stretched out his little claws that should be counted as feet, and wiped the ground.
There are flowers on the ground and the paws are dirty.
Little White Dragon: "..."
Let's talk after eating.
He gave up mopping the floor very quickly, thinking that it is better to eat first.
This is a hot pot specially made by my mother. The inside is the same as his eggshell, using a lot of strength.
…
In the afternoon, when Xiao Yi led people to add sound insulation 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, for an ordinary person who does not ask for money from a university, and relies on himself for food, lodging and tuition, the impact of 10,000 yuan a night is really comparable to winning the lottery.
Seeing that Meng Xiaoni was so happy, Meng's father and mother asked curiously.
Meng Xiaoni couldn't say it directly, she just laughed there: "Small things, small things."
It will be a big deal when you accumulate it a year later.
What to buy a house, what to decorate, what to open a branch, it's easy.
She was so happy that she fantasized about the future, and forgot about the ghost and phoenix she warmly embraced just now.
Guifeng sat on the side, watching the people from the religious office arrange here and there, it was very quiet.
Xiaobailong imitated the appearance of the ghost phoenix, observed human behavior, and was also very quiet.
In the evening, the Jifu hot pot restaurant in the world opens normally.
Guifeng, who needed work, took Xiaobailong out and went straight to the power plant.
It only takes one hour to generate electricity.
After the electricity was turned on, Guifeng didn't go back immediately, instead she took Xiaobailong out for a stroll.
For ordinary people, the sky is big and the earth is big. With the current level of technology, it takes hours to go from one hemisphere to the other. For Guifeng, going from the power plant to Meng Xiaoni's hot pot restaurant is not much different from going from the South Pole to the North Pole.
Long's vision should not be limited to a small hot pot restaurant, but also to be invisible and shut up.
The first time Xiaobailong was taken out for a ride, the whole dragon was very excited.
When they arrived at Mount Tai, the ghost phoenix landed on the mountain, and the little white dragon fluttered its wings. As a result, it fluttered half a meter high, and finally landed on the ghost phoenix's head.
Little Bailong mustered up his energy and continued to thump.
Who would have thought that Guifeng stretched out his hand, grabbed the little white dragon on his head, and put it on his arm: "Here is where I picked you up."
Xiao Bailong tilted his head to look at this place.
There are many mountains.
There are trees everywhere, and there are all kinds of unique creatures in the world.
He sniffed his nose, but didn't smell anything special.
"Mount Tai, where the gods are returning." Xiao Bailong's soft voice sounded, "Have all the gods fallen?"
He seemed to have never seen anything since he was born.
"Well, almost all the gods have fallen. Those who survived today are very downcast and can't be considered gods." Guifeng replied very flatly. He felt that he, like those gods, was actually counted among the downcast ones.
Xiao Bailong nodded his head seriously: "It's too scary."
Yes, this world is really scary.
Xiao Bailong asked again: "Then will I die? There seems to be no survivors of the Dragon Clan except me. Is Dad also the last survivor of the Phoenix Clan?"
Guifeng: "As long as I don't die, you won't die."
With the arrogance of a phoenix, he talked about the identities of the two of them: "We are unique, the only dragon and phoenix left in the world."
It sounds too middle school, but Xiao Bailong can hear Guifeng's words, a little bit unhappy.
Or rather... sad.
Xiao Bailong knew this word, but now he couldn't empathize with it for the time being.
He blinked his eyes in bewilderment, looking under Mount Tai.
From top to bottom, everything is so small. In the eyes of dragons and phoenixes, human beings are just like these things, so small that they don't care about them at all.
But it is the existence of not caring about it. Now, it has formed the human world instead, which is biased to a corner, and gradually becomes the overlord of one side.
"Does Dad like humans?" Little White Dragon asked Guifeng.
Guifeng didn't return to Xiaobailong.
Xiao Bailong said to himself: "Mom is a human being, mother is good. If most human beings in this world are like mother, I will definitely like human beings very much."
Guifeng lowered her head and reached out to touch Xiao Bailong's head: "Then do you want your mother to be with you forever?"
Little White Dragon nodded his head.
The ghost and the phoenix had never told Meng Xiaoni, but now they said to the little white dragon: "Heaven thinks so too. It prefers the dragon and the phoenix, so let the dragon and the phoenix stay with it forever. It favors the gods, the gods Go back one by one. When you become its favorite person... "
Xiao Bailong was at a loss: "Oh?"
Guifeng's face was slightly cold: "What it likes, it will be integrated into one body. What it doesn't like, just let it perish. The world is not benevolent, and everything is a dog. This kind of natural law has become the majority of people. A life-saving talisman for the survival of mankind."
Heaven and Earth looked down on those who survived.
Guifeng's words were too profound for Xiao Bailong.
The little guy was even more at a loss.
Guifeng knew that the little guy couldn't understand, so she gradually restrained her aura that she only had in the underworld.
He sighed softly: "What's the use of me telling you these things, I should find a solution."
When the sky fell, he carried it first, and when he couldn't carry it, it was this little guy's turn.
Xiao Bailong realized that his mother often looked at his father, but his father never responded, not because he didn't know, but because he was looking for a life-saving talisman.
Only after he has settled the matter of life and death can he love others.
The dragon and phoenix clan has gone through tens of millions of years to solve this problem. And the mother who suddenly appeared was just a human being with a lifespan of only a few hundred years. After death, he becomes a ghost, and if he is favored by heaven and earth again, I don't know what it will be like.
Xiao Bailong felt that his father was really sad, the kind of sadness he couldn't understand now.
He thought for a while, and turned into a three-headed doll on the spot.
The two braids turned upside down, and the chubby body tried to turn around on Guifeng's arms. He opened his arms and embraced Guifeng: "I will be with you."
He earnestly brought the ghost phoenix within his arm range, but unfortunately his arm was a bit short.
So the little white dragon hung on Guifeng's body with both feet, and said in a soft and firm voice, "Mom gave dad a hug today, and I gave dad a hug too."
The corners of Guifeng's lips hooked slightly.
After a while, he lifted the little white dragon up, wanting the little guy to straddle his neck.
However…
Guifeng: "...what's going on with your feet?"
When Xiao Bailong was lifted up, he stretched out his chubby little feet to take a look, and said, "Beef ball juice!"
Ghost Phoenix: "..."
At night, Guifeng brings Xiaobailong back, and the three prepare to go to bed and go to the underworld.
Meng Xiaoni looked at the baffled little white dragon in doubt: "What's wrong with this?"
Little White Dragon reluctantly shook his tail, his expression in a trance: "Father took me to the waterfall to take a shower."
Meng Xiaoni: "..."
This is really exciting.
Hell.
"A family of three" passed through the gate of hell.
All the ten kings of Hades received the news, and they were collectively shocked.
A Meng Po, a phoenix, and a... dragon.
There are still dragons in this world.
The kings of Hades inquired about each other, and in the end they threw the city king who was most accustomed to fishing to the hell hotpot restaurant.
The crowd in the hot pot restaurant trembled.
Yesterday, the king of Yama who punished his heart, today he is the king of the city, the ghosts are living in a difficult situation, and they are extremely terrified.
The city king got used to fish and fish, ran over to eat hot pot seriously, and then chatted with Guifeng about the little white dragon: "Yo, dragon. Where did you come from?"
"Tarzan."
"Awesome."
"Is there anything else?"
"No, let the little boss open the shop properly. This hot pot is so delicious, can I take some more to take home? I feel that when watching a drama, I often have a few skewers, a few chicken feet, and a few..."
Meng Xiaoni: "..."
After saying all this nonsense, the Metropolitan King took a bunch of food back and returned to his colleagues.
The ten kings of Hades unexpectedly did not express any further views on this.
Hot pot today, hot pot tomorrow, hot pot during the day, hot pot at night.
A month passed quickly in the hot pot.
Meng Xiaoni runs a hot pot restaurant in the world during the day, cooks some hot pot bottoms secretly, and gives these hot pot bottoms to the ghosts who are going to the underworld to eat at night.
The ghosts in the underworld eat hot pot and will go to the underworld within 24 hours.
If you don't go to the underworld, there will be a special ghost messenger to take care of it.
The people from the religious office will come to the hot pot shop quietly at night to purchase goods, replace the used hot pot bottoms with mechanically produced hot pot bottoms with the same ratio as Meng Xiaoni made during the day, and finally put all the remaining ingredients and pot bottoms , all transported away.
Those transported away are basically transported to pig farms and cattle farms.
The parts that pigs and cows do not eat are mixed together and sent directly to the garbage disposal plant.
Meng Xiaoni didn't expect that when she was researching pot bottoms, she was very particular about the precise proportions. With the help of Qi Yaqiu from the underworld, she succeeded in mechanized mass production of hot pot bottoms.
Later, when the family has more money, they can directly hire manufacturers to make hot pot bottoms, just like religious offices.
The development of machines has greatly reduced the use of manpower.
Meng Xiaoni felt that Po Meng must have thought the same way when she started making Meng Po soup with a machine.
Hey, when will she be able to fully control her abilities
Meng Xiaoni is still a little troubled today.
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