Chapter 268 Restaurant

There are all kinds of snacks near the hospital, and they are basically open 24 hours a day. It is not too difficult to find a restaurant.

The difficulty is that I need to find an earth stove built with soil.

Finally, at the end of a row of bungalows, I saw the remains of a pile of firewood.

I looked up and saw a crooked brick building in front of me.

The house was in dilapidated condition. If it weren't for the word "hotel" written in red paint on the wall, I would have almost thought it was a dilapidated house to be demolished.

I opened the plastic curtain and walked in.

A greasy statue of the God of Wealth hangs in front of him, and the corpses of flies lie on the yellowed wall. The ceiling fan above his head spins up, bringing in strong smoke.

"What do you want to eat?"

The door curtain of the back kitchen was opened, and a short man rubbed his hands on his apron and said hello with a smile.

Fortunately, I now have money in my pocket, so I naturally speak more forcefully.

"Stuff the pigeon into the chicken's belly, add a Codonopsis root, and stew it over firewood."

"The pigeons must be three years old and above, and the hens must be hens with oily combs."

I reached into my pocket, took out a stack of red bills, and placed them gently on the table.

The feeling of being poor and suddenly becoming rich made me straighten my back.

The boss glanced at me and smiled: "Just wait."

I used to hear people say that money smells like copper, but at this moment, I think money smells very good.

At least, if I don’t have money, I can only watch my loved ones suffer!

I want these three ingredients, which are relatively common, but the hens with oil crowns must be at least five years old.

These three things are all extremely yang substances. If you take a sip, your nose and mouth will inevitably bleed and you will have diarrhea.

If you add a piece of old wild ginseng to it, it will be the legendary soup for life.

When a person's death is approaching, this bowl of soup may be able to snatch his life back from the hands of the King of Hell.

What I didn't expect was that in just twenty minutes, a large basin of soup was already placed in front of me.

I looked at the boss suspiciously: "So fast?"

The boss smiled calmly: "Customers who come to my place basically need these three ingredients. I have prepared them in advance, so the food will be served quickly."

I suddenly felt alarmed: "Do people often order this kind of dish?"

It shouldn’t be. This kind of food is a medicine in Taoism. Who in the right mind would eat this?

"Eat."

The boss didn't answer, but took out two sets of dishes and chopsticks from behind and placed them in front of me: "Your friend, have you been hungry for a long time?"

"friend?"

I was the only one in the whole restaurant.

Could it be that the evil spirits from the hospital are following me?

I quietly turned my palms up, ready to respond at any time.

"Can I go to the kitchen?"

The boss turned aside and made way for him.

I was slightly startled, then stood up and walked in.

The back kitchen is considered the most important part of the hotel, and no one is allowed in easily.

I also prepared a set of words, but I didn’t expect him to agree so readily.

In the kitchen, a big black pot was steaming on the stove. I stuck my butt out and pulled out a burning piece of wood from the stove pit.

I smashed it hard and mixed the ash from the bottom of the pot into the dishes.

Turning around, I nodded to the boss: "Thank you."

Just as I was about to go out, the boss's voice sounded from behind.

"If you are well, let's leave the hospital."

I immediately stopped and turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"

The boss smiled innocently and wiped his hands: "It's no fun. Get well soon."

Obviously, he didn't intend to say the rest.

And I also clearly felt his weirdness.

When I wanted to speak again, the boss had already turned around and left the kitchen, leaving only the sound of the banging of pots and pans.

The moment I stepped into the hospital door, a stream of gray smoke rolled over.

I looked up and saw that it was the ghost who was leading me!

A newly dead ghost cannot speak, but I can feel that he has something to say to me.

I folded the disposable chopsticks at my waist and threw them in front of him.

"There is no yin or yang, I won't hurt you."

really.

He picked up half of the chopsticks and wrote something on the yellow sand.

After a while, he threw down his chopsticks and backed away.

I took a few steps forward and looked through the faint moonlight. I saw a square drawn on the ground.

I couldn't help but pause and take a closer look. I seemed to see something.

Instead of writing words, he drew a room with two beds.

Looking at the layout, this is Chen Jiayan’s ward!