My Hot Pot Restaurant in the Underworld is Officially Open for Business

Judge Cui continued to be busy with his work.

Jiang Jiang and Wen Ji went to the first hall and started the new year's affairs.

Wen Ji was in a good mood, even her steps were lighter.

Jiang Jiang looked in his eyes, smiled and considered whether he should take the wine and go to Yama King to chat for a while, to see if he could take out a few words.

Houtu Niangniang is indeed very special to the ghosts of the underworld.

Not only Wen Ji, but almost most judges and ghosts, had some unwilling things during his lifetime.

However, these unwilling things, after arriving in the underworld, were innocent and indebted, all were resolved. In the end, the parties reincarnate and continue to serve as errands.

He thought about it for a while, and then didn't tell Wen Ji his thoughts.

If you tell Wen Ji, it seems that he is a bit eager to please Wen Ji.

"President Jiang?" Wen Ji called Jiang Jiang, interrupting his thoughts.

She looked at Jiang Jiang with a little confusion: "Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Jiang was startled slightly, and then smiled: "No. I just want to look back and have a drink with judge Cui."

Wen Ji smiled and suggested: "Spirit is the best."

Jiang Jiang smiled and nodded: "Yes, spirits are the best. Men should drink spirits."

Wen Ji was amused by these words.

As a winemaker, Jiang Jiang accidentally refined the wine too much, which led to a series of events. So far, all his merits and demerits are extremely amazing.

Spirits are really strong.

Lie is well-known to the world's underworld.

The two judges had a few chats like this, but after all, it was better to deal with work first.

Until the shift changed, Jiang Jiang said goodbye to Wen Ji, went to the place where he lived, and drank a lot of wine, wandering around first to the underground hot pot restaurant next to the Eighth Hall.

When the Difu Hotpot Restaurant is not at night, only Qi Yaqiu, the ghost guard reserve, is watching the restaurant with a group of ghosts.

Qi Yaqiu mostly tests hot pot in the kitchen, or finds a table and writes records related to the ratio.

Jiang Jiang entered the door and saw Qi Yaqiu writing the ratio in the corner at a glance. He shook the wine in his hand: "Drink?"

Qi Yaqiu refused to drink, of course.

When he saw Jiang Jiang, he basically understood the magistrate’s routine: "What kind of hot pot do you want?"

Jiang Jiang smacked his lips: "Some spicy skewers, I'll take it to judge Cui for a drink."

Qi Yaqiu asked the ghost to scald some skewers.

He didn't ask too much, and continued to write and draw in the notebook.

Jiang Jiang took advantage of the time he was waiting, and leaned close to Qi Yaqiu to read the book.

I saw this book, eloquently written with the names of all kinds of professional spices, with a series of ingredients at the end, each with a chemical formula and weight behind.

Jiang Jiang: "..."

Researchers are worthy of being researchers. No wonder Meng Po Renjian Hotpot Restaurant has developed so fast, and new varieties can be developed almost in a short period of time to improve the taste of hotpot.

If he had studied chemistry then, I am afraid that winemaking would have been superb.

Jiang Jiang looked at these professional contents and asked Qi Yaqiu: "Do you think it is interesting to study this?"

Qi Yaqiu counted the numbers: "What I like is researching this process and getting the result of'success'. As for what the research content is, in fact, there is not much difference to me."

He paused: "This may be the reason why I was sentenced to imprisonment for so long."

Sometimes you still have to care about what the research content is and what the purpose is.

For example, the purpose of making hot pot is to make a hot pot that is more suitable for the public, not to make a hot pot that is addictive.

Jiang Jiang thought to himself, according to this logic, he is afraid that the winemaker should be locked up forever?

A smile appeared on Qi Yaqiu's face: "The string is ready."

The nether ghost hummed and carried a large box of skewers, covered the box, and sent it to Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang took the box away and left a sentence to Qi Yaqiu when he left: "I think it's interesting. You can apply to the King of the City next time, and I will be here as a errand from now on."

Qi Yaqiu looked at the notebook he was studying for a long time.

He turned the book silently to the last page and drew a vertical line in the center with a pen.

On the left of the vertical line, "leave" is written, and on the right of the vertical line, "leave" is written.

Then, he went down on both sides and began to write pros and cons.

With wine in one hand and skewers in the other, Jiang Jiang ran to look for Cui Fujun quite coolly. He also lured a bunch of ghosts who wanted to drink and eat meat along the way.

Poor these ghosts, it's hard to smell the incense in the New Year season, who knows that he even met a guy with a "giant incense weapon".

The ghosts rolled their eyes, just wanting to reincarnate quickly, so they could have a hot pot before reincarnation.

At this moment, Cui Fujun is indeed in the fifth hall.

After checking all the items that should be inspected, he reported to the first hall and the tenth hall, and eventually he would return to King Yama and talk to King Yama about the situation in the underworld.

King Yama listened attentively, and after listening, he let him go to Cui Fujun. As a judge, Cui Fujun's status can be evaluated by more than just a judge.

But Cui Fujun heard King Yama's instructions to let him go, and did not leave directly.

He is a little casual and slightly joking: "My lord, don't be too hot to come to me recently to ask Houtu Empress."

King Yama didn't change his face, and smiled slightly: "Is that right, that would bother you a little."

Cui Fujun and Yama King have been friends for many years, how can you not see the current posture of Yama King.

There was no rebuttal, and a hint of complacency was faintly revealed, and the truth was barely carved on his face.

It is also that his image of a good person in daily life is so deceptive that so far, the kings of the kings still think that he is concealing something, and took a gimmick to block the true news of Houtu.

Cui Fujun was a little helpless: "How should I confess to my counterpart, so that I know how to tell outsiders."

King Yama was slightly surprised: "Does this still need a confession? You don't know anything, what can you say? Besides, I have said that I have something to do with Houtu, so they came to me directly."

Put it decently.

Cui Fujun felt that King Yama had calculated people's minds properly and arranged all the Kings properly.

He shook his head, dumbfounding: "My lord."

King Yama also saw that Cui Fujun was a little bit pitiful, and he barely picked up a little sympathy: "This is a long story. It's better not to know than to know. The matter between me and the empress will become clear in a few years. "

Perhaps it was because he was afraid that King Qin Guang would ask Cui Fujun to say something else, King Yama also deliberately emphasized: "Morning and so on are all rumors, don’t follow the rumors. Now the rumors are really a man and a woman. The two judges stood together, and they even had children the next day."

Cui Fujun: "..."

Why hasn't he heard such an explosive rumors?

Seeing King Yama emphasized this way, Cui Fujun could only nod his head in response, and then left.

Since he shouldn't know, of course it is better not to know.

When King Yama saw Cui Fujun left, he looked at his screen rather funny.

He had never been at the center of public opinion before, and he had never experienced such crazy gossip. I don’t know how the black-and-white impermanence that has been at the center of public opinion for so many years, and the bull's head and horse face, have dealt with various ghost problems.

Almost every judge and ghost will be asked two questions about black and white impermanence and tauren.

These two pairs of partners have almost no affair in the underworld.

Anything can be gossiped twice, and then passed by this ghost to another ghost.

It's miserable, or they are miserable.

King Yama expressed a lot of emotion on this end, but Cui Fujun went out from the Fifth Hall, turned on his mobile phone, and saw the news of Jiang Jiang.

He went to where he lived and soon saw Jiang Jiang waiting at the door.

Jiang Jiang has wine in one hand and a box in the other...

Cui Fujun walked into the two steps and immediately smelled the spicy smell coming from the box.

Saliva secreted naturally in his mouth, and Cui Fujun laughed: "Nothing to do."

On weekdays, others are paying courtesy to Jiang Jiang, but today it is Jiang Jiang's turn to be courteous to Cui Fujun.

Jiang Jiang chuckled, "How can you call diligence to drink?"

Cui Fujun opened the door and gave Jiang Jiang his position: "Come in. Let's say it first. I really don't know much about the incident that King Yama said recently."

Jiang Jiang hadn't asked yet, so he got a rejection answer.

He didn't give up: "Where did I come to ask this? I came to ask the eighth day of the eighth day of the eighth day of the eighth day, and the King of Yama would like to drink recently."

On the ninth day of the ninth day, it is the Jade Emperor's Christmas. Temple fairs are held in many places in the world.

But the eighth day is the birthday of Lord Yan, and this is the day that many errands in the underworld will pay attention to. Throughout January, there is only one Yama, King Yama, on his birthday.

When Cui Fujun heard this, he suddenly remembered the eighth day of the eighth day and the birthday of Hades.

These days, he was always asked about Yama and Houtu, and he had to manage many chores in the underworld, almost forgetting the birthday of Yama.

He curiously asked Jiang Jiang: "What wine do you want to prepare?"

Jiang Jiang knows wine very well.

He put his recently brewed wine on the table first, then took out his tablet and showed it to Cui Fujun.

A jar of wine was drawn on the tablet, the opened red paper was pasted on the wine, and there was a white cup next to it with a glass of sake in it.

The wine does not look strong, it is slightly clear and can be seen at a glance, it is a bit like folk self-brewed white wine.

Cui Fujun doesn't know how to do it: "Baijiu?"

Jiang Jiang smiled: "It's not wrong to call it that way, it is transparent after all. But I named it Qinghuan."

There is too much wine called Qinghuan.

There seems to be nothing special.

Cui Fujun asked about the taste: "How does it taste?"

Jiang Jiang laughed: "Qing is clear and translucent. Huan is the joy of greedy joy. Qing Huan means drinking in one sip. The consciousness is refreshing and refreshing, but the joy in my heart can spread. Drink. If you have more, you can have a clear dream all night."

As for the content of the dream, I don't know.

Cui Fujun sounded a little itchy: "It doesn't seem to have a mellow taste, it should taste refreshing, not too strong, but it has plenty of stamina?"

Jiang Jiang nodded: "Yes."

Cui Fujun thinks this is quite suitable for King Yama: "Then choose this. You can send it to King Yama on the eighth day of the eighth day."

Jiang Jiang, who got the right words, successfully pushed forward his plan, and squinted his eyes: "Okay."

Cui Fujun doesn't know about Yama and Houtu, but it is impossible for the King of Yama to not know.