The nightlife in the underworld just passed.
It's probably because I'm an ordinary person, my body can't bear the torment, and I feel sleepy and tired. It's also probably because Lao Sun and the others didn't have any intention of hanging out after finishing the divination.
Well, after all, it's a pity that one of them is dead, and Mr. Zhao has no interest other than causing trouble.
So after leaving this fortune-telling shop, Mo Guan took us and found a hotel to stay at.
"If you are hungry, there is a restaurant on the third floor. You can also call the waiter to bring it to you. There are flyers in the room with menus, drinks and so on. You can read it yourself. It's okay. Let's just rest."
After Mo Guan said casually, he took his room card and planned to go upstairs and leave.
"Hey, what? You, Mo Guan, don't have enough money. You've been tired all day. It's not good to have a single room for each person. Do you have to get two double rooms?"
I looked at the room card in my hand angrily, with a black line on my face.
Ma Dan!
What hotel did you choose for this thing?
"At this point, there are no single rooms left. The rest of the major hotels are double rooms. It's okay to deal with it. Besides, I don't have any money. There are luxury suites. You, Lao Chuan, pay for them yourself."
"Uh, so what, the double room is pretty good too."
I looked around at the reception hall. It was well decorated. Well, the environment should be good too.
Mo Guan looked disdainful, shook his head, was too lazy to talk to me, and went upstairs to sleep.
Lao Sun's eyes were shining, he was holding the menu and spitting at the front desk clerk, and he was tapping his fingers wildly on it.
I don’t know where this monkey hair came from and this appetite.
"Grandpa Zhao, is there anything you want to eat?"
"No, no, hehe, old man, I just need to take a rest early, Xiaochuan, you can do it yourself."
Mr. Zhao sniffed slightly, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, then smiled and nodded to me, and went to the second floor to rest.
Well, this is because I didn't like the food in this hotel, and it wasn't enough for Mr. Zhao to ruin the place.
I thought helplessly in my heart, there are two double rooms, one for me and Mr. Zhao, and one for Lao Sun and Mo Guan.
Probably because they haven't seen each other for a long time, the Immortals want to reminisce and chat.
I looked up at the watch hanging in the hall and saw that it was almost early in the morning. Then I followed Mr. Zhao's footsteps and planned to go to bed.
This day is really tiring.
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Divination house.
The young boss lamented after carefully checking his account balance.
"What a loss! It's a big loss now!!"
The young boss carefully opened the box on the table with his hands clasped together as if praying.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Inside the box, the intact crystal ball that had just been put in was now a pile of extremely broken pieces.
Almost crumbled into powder.
"I knew it, alas!"
The young boss closed his eyes in pain, then sighed and silently closed the box.
"I originally thought of making some extra money, but something like this happened. The money I earned was not even 1% of the cost of repairing the crystal ball. Now I really lost a lot of money..."
The young boss lowered his head and packed up the things on the table one by one, complaining angrily, and then took out a small note from his arms and read it with a serious face.
"There are so many things to do, and they are so troublesome. Why can't everyone live a simpler life? I'm so convinced..."
The young boss scratched his hair, with a crazy look on his face. He didn't have half of the smile from before, but he was filled with extremely deep resentment.
"It's really, really annoying..."
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The sun is shining and the weather is fine.
Although I don’t know how things like sunshine and white clouds appear here in the underworld when there is no sun in the sky.
But the first breath of fresh air I took in the morning made me feel refreshed.
Don't worry about it, just breathe.
It’s been a long time since I last saw this pollution-free air!
But then again, vehicle exhaust emissions are everywhere in the underworld. Yesterday, there was almost a traffic jam on the bridge. How did the air get so fresh?
"It's just a little magic, and the underworld and the human world are not in the same space, so don't make a fuss about this little thing."
Mo Guan, who was wearing casual pajamas and a big gold chain, also walked out of the room, glanced at me who was taking a deep breath, and said casually.
The corner of my mouth twitched.
"Why, you wonder why I can know what you, Lao Chuan, are thinking? Has no one ever told you that you are the kind of person who writes what's on your mind directly on your face?"
It's because you immortals are so foul...
No, that's not the point. The point is that you, Mo Guan, are so obsessed with the big gold chain that you can't bear to take it off when you sleep, for fear that others won't know that you are a nouveau riche or something? !
"Oh, you Lao Chuan said this, this was given to me by Xiao Zhao. Hehe, we were still young at that time and I was relatively poor, so I often joked with her that if I could pick up gold bricks and gold chains every day, A gold bracelet would be fine, but I didn’t expect..."
I kicked the guy with a blank expression.
That’s it!
Get out of here!
Just listening to hey hey gives me a strong sour smell! !
"You are nakedly jealous, Lao Chuan. By the way, what was your marriage divination yesterday? It's complicated, yes, yes, it's complicated, right? Tsk, there's a saying, simplicity is the greatest complexity, there's no such thing as That’s the biggest concern.”
Mo Guan shook his head, held the toothbrush in his hand, and chanted two sentences clearly.
Mudd!
"Ah, yes, yes, no matter how complicated I am, I am still better than some thunderstorm, and the prayer of all sentient beings. Why don't I just say that you are the chosen one and the only one? "
With a sneer on my face, I used the silent strike accurately.
Mo Guan's face turned red instantly, and he took out the toothbrush that he had put in his mouth. He pointed at me tremblingly with anger, but he couldn't refute.
"What were you two talking about so early in the morning? Are you so energetic?"
Lao Sun rubbed his eyes, pushed open the door, looked at Mo Guan and me, looked around, and said casually,
"Where is Mr. Zhao, haven't you gotten up yet? What are you having for breakfast?"
Mo Guan: "..."
I:"……"
"Good morning, everyone, old man, I just went shopping around. There is a pretty authentic breakfast shop next to here. I packed it back for you. Haven't you had breakfast yet?"
Mr. Zhao is always so prompt, as if he has known about Lao Sun's meal a long time ago.
Well, in fact, it was only two days, and Old Sun's breakfast spot had already been thoroughly touched by Mr. Zhao.
"You dough sticks! Tofu pudding! Is there still this in the underworld?"
I looked at the bag in my hand with some surprise. Isn't this any hindrance?
"It's not bad, but it's not as delicious as Mr. Zhao's."
Lao Sun devoured his food, not caring at all that he was still wearing pajamas and was talking vaguely.
"Your vision is still as vicious as ever. Besides, Boss Cheng of this store, didn't he quit after being beaten by you before? Why did he open it again?"
Mo Guan chewed casually, and couldn't help but speed up his chewing. He raised his head and looked at Mr. Zhao curiously.
"Haha, I got up early and wanted to go shopping. As soon as I went shopping, I wanted to catch up with those old friends. After all, old man, I have to take the first step. As for opening a store, if there is business, just open it if there are customers."
Mr. Zhao said with a smile, holding a deep-fried dough stick in his hand, golden and shiny, full and generous.
The texture is a little less crisp than what he made himself, but a little more chewy.
"Lao Cheng, has his craftsmanship improved?"
Mo Guan shook his head and just lowered his head to eat without speaking.
Boss Cheng's reopening of the store was already a surprise.
After all, those who were defeated by him, Zhao Jianhua, not only had to hand over the kitchen utensils that symbolized cooking skills and glory to him, but also had to retreat and close the shop.
Without the permission of Zhao Jianhua and his descendants, he would never have a chance to cook.
He, Zhao Jianhua, is not a peaceful person.
As a result, now, not only has Cheng Peng, the biggest enemy of the underworld, been "pardoned", but he has also been praised for his cooking skills.
This is not the God of Cooking, who does everything he does and cuts off all causes and effects!
"Isn't this old? When I think about my youth, I was naive and impulsive. I thought I was too capable, so I dared to do anything. Master Mo Guan, please forgive me."
Mr. Zhao seemed to have seen through what Mo Guan was thinking, and said with a smile.
Mo Guan's mouth twitched, he looked deeply at Mr. Zhao and remained silent.
Back then, it was the headquarters of the underworld, and I, Mo Guan, was still doing my annual work report. I almost sent myself in just by holding water next to me...
Thinking of the tragic scene back then, Mo Guan calmly stepped back and quickly destroyed the food in his hand.
"I remembered that I have something else to tell Xiao Zhao. Lao Chuan, Xing Zhe, Mr. Zhao, you guys eat first, I'll be back soon."
Mo Guanfei disappeared at the speed of light.
What's going on?
With half a fried dough stick in my mouth, I looked at Mo Guan's back with confusion as he ran away as if he had seen a ghost.
"What's going on with Old Mo?"
"I don't know. Maybe I mentioned Zui Yunxuan yesterday and Xiao Zhao found out. Go back and apologize."
Lao Sun ate his third bowl of tofu with satisfaction and said casually.
I was speechless when I saw this scene, and I didn't know if it was my imagination. I always felt that Lao Sun's appetite was getting bigger and bigger, and his appetite was also growing day by day.
"By the way, Xiaochuan, I'm leaving, old man. Suddenly I remembered that I didn't have anything to give you. I was in a hurry when I came out. If you don't mind, you can take this."
Mr. Zhao smiled sheepishly, then took out a small bag from his arms and handed it to me.
Why don't you be in a hurry? A large group of mountain ghosts blew up the kitchen and took them away...
I subconsciously complained in my heart, and then looked at the package in my hand. When I opened it, I found a book that was yellowed and looked worn and incomplete.
"This is a recipe that my old man has thought up over the years. It is relatively simple and more suitable for you. Xiaochuan, you can practice and learn it whenever you have nothing to do. Cooking skills to please girls is also a big plus."
Mr. Zhao blinked at me, smiling broadly, and seemed a little happy to see the success.
I blushed, flipped through it, and found some relatively simple recipes. I thought of Qiong Jing for no reason, so I accepted them.
"Then I will be disrespectful and accept it."
"Hahahahaha, take it. If you are interested, Xiaochuan can also look for the old man's kitchen knife from back then. I don't know where I put it. You can ask Enoch when you get back."
Lao Sun watched this scene calmly, and poured the tofu puffs and fried dough sticks in his hand into his mouth with satisfaction, without saying a word.
