"Your boss does look quite old. Is he in good health?"
I spoke politely to the waiter. I was thinking, maybe I could ask for some more information.
The waiter was a lady in her twenties or eighties, with a pretty face.
She also responded enthusiastically while helping us refill the soup.
"No, our boss is over 90 this year!"
"That kid just now is the grandson of your boss." I asked again.
The waiter nodded.
"Yeah! Just such a little grandson. Children are pitiful too. Both parents are gone! Just live alone with grandma!"
When the third uncle heard what the waiter said, he couldn't help but chat with her.
“An old lady in her 90s, her grandson looks less than 10 years old.
Your boss is more than enough to be that child's grandma.
Ouch! He is over 90 years old, and he is dressed in a scary way, looking neither human nor ghost. "
The biggest problem with Uncle San is that he is outspoken and straightforward. He likes to chat and answer questions the most. Everything he said was mainly to hurt others.
Just as the third uncle finished these words, suddenly, a heavy black figure blocked the sunlight behind us.
Several of us turned around in surprise.
Suddenly, all we see is. That old lady with a swollen face and an inhuman appearance. Unexpectedly, he was standing behind us without even realizing it.
"I'm going!" I was so frightened that I shivered all over.
This old lady walks silently! There are ghosts everywhere, but fortunately it is broad daylight, otherwise, no one would think that they have encountered a ghost.
At this time, I had close contact with the old lady in front of me.
The face of this old lady is truly terrifying.
The skin on her face was frighteningly white. It was white and swollen, as if it was a fat-headed fish that had been soaking in the river for an unknown length of time after death.
“What…what…is called…not…human…not…ghost?
When I... was... young... I... saw... a... real... human... not... ghost.
Do you... know... about... humans... monkeys...? "
The old lady spoke slowly, her voice was gloomy and strange. It was like a demonic voice coming from the underworld.
The two girls, Chen Shuwen and Qian Qingqing, were frightened by the old lady's face and voice, and felt uneasy.
The third uncle also frowned. However, he still had the courage to ask.
"Human Monkey? What is Human Monkey? Is it Sun Wukong?"
But the old lady didn't respond. But he talks to himself.
"Uh...bad...memory...how...how...forgot...!"
As the old lady spoke, she slowly turned around and ignored us. Go straight back towards the kitchen again.
Qian Qingqing looked at the old lady's back and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Ugh! That old man is so scary."
The waiter who refilled the soup couldn't help but smile awkwardly when he heard what we said.
"Our boss is old. Guests, please be more considerate."
A few of us were still frightened by the strange voice of the old lady just now.
And, what on earth is that so-called human-monkey?
At this moment, the old lady’s grandson came. Holding a plate of black mushrooms in hand. Jumping up and down, he walked towards our table with a smile on his face.
"This is a gift for every table in our store! My grandma has a bad memory. She just came out and forgot to serve the food!"
This child was only about eight or nine years old and only a little over one and a half meters tall. She looks fair and clean, with big eyes and double eyelids. His ghostly grandmother looked completely different from her.
I took the plate of black mushrooms with a smile.
I couldn't help but pinch the little boy's face.
Unexpectedly, the little boy actually took two steps back, probably because he was a little scared.
The third uncle was still particularly curious about the human-monkey that the old lady mentioned just now.
he asked the little boy.
"Hey! Young man, let me ask you. Do you know what a human-monkey is?"
The child's face was expressionless and he replied calmly.
"A white, long-haired mountain monkey. It can speak human language and even eats the guard dogs of fellow villagers!"
This kid really knows about man-monkeys.
I wanted him to talk in detail, but the child pouted and was not very enthusiastic about us guests.
"I still have to help with the work!"
The child also disappeared in a flash. On our table, there was a dark plate of black mushrooms that we had never seen before.
Qian Qingqing looked at the black mushroom in front of him with a very excited expression.
"When I celebrated my birthday last time, I went to a hot pot restaurant. The store also gave me a plate of black mushrooms like this. It tasted great!"
At this moment, Chen Shuwen also said.
“My mother and I used to eat at this hot pot restaurant.
But in the past, the store never gave away black mushrooms. But last time. Just a month and a half ago, the store gave us a black mushroom! It tastes really fresh and tender! "
Black mushrooms. The two girls had actually eaten this complimentary black mushroom at Jixiang Hotpot City a month and a half ago.
I immediately became cautious and picked up the plate of black mushrooms.
I saw that these mushrooms were not what they looked like at first. Instead, it has been cut into thin slices like cicada wings with a knife. Every piece of mushroom looks oily and shiny.
I put it under my nose and sniffed it, but there was no strange smell. Instead, there is only a particularly refreshing mushroom smell.
Seeing how cautious I was, Chen Shuwen couldn't help but ask me. "Wenchang, is this mushroom poisoned?"
I shook my head slightly.
"It doesn't seem like it. There's just an ordinary fungus smell. There's nothing weird about it."
At this time, the third uncle snatched the plate of mushrooms from my hand and said carelessly.
"Of course there can be no weirdness. This is just a plate of ordinary fungi, called Eighteen Turns!"
The third uncle goes to the mountains all year round and is particularly familiar with some wild products, local products, and mushrooms.
Uncle San explained it to us.
"This is a characteristic of the deep mountains in the south. It is as famous as the gallinobacteria and boletus. It is nicknamed Shiba Zhuan, and its whole body is black.
The reason why it is called this is because the umbrella cover of this gentleman has circles and circles, like the eighteen turns of the winding road in the mountains. That’s why it’s called Eighteen Turns.
It's just that the store has processed this fungus and cut it into thin slices. So you can’t tell what the fungus originally looked like!
But don’t worry, this thing is definitely not poisonous. It tastes very fresh and is quite expensive! "
As the third uncle spoke, he poured the entire plate of eighteen turns into the hot pot.
Come to Jixiang Hotpot City for a dinner. No useful clues were found. Except for meeting a strange old lady, as for the rest. That is, the hot pot in this hot pot city is really delicious.
About two hours passed before and after we had had enough wine and food. Qian Qingqing waved his hand to the waiter to pay the bill.
But I never expected that the old lady would be the one to collect the money in the end.
