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

There are bound to be many customers for new stores.

After ten thirty, people began to wander around here one after another, looking for a place to have breakfast or lunch.

Everyone on the street who knows that the Meng’s hot pot restaurant is about to open, is free to come over and join in the fun.

The price of Meng Xiaoni's house has increased, but the first day is 25% off, which is cheaper than before. When the old customers think about the price, of course they have to come to join the fun early.

Passing tourists and pedestrians were preparing to find a place to eat. They saw the "Difu Hot Pot Restaurant" and thought it was a bit interesting. When they saw there were a lot of people, they also had a discount on the opening. Then again, there was a handsome guy at the door. , Immediately walked to the store.

At twelve o'clock, the Difu Hot Pot restaurant was full, and there were two tables in line at the door.

If it weren't for this weekday on Thursday, the team would have to line up across the road at noon.

The aroma of spicy hot pot is very strong, domineering fills the entire space, and doesn't care whether it is in front of the store or behind the kitchen.

Eating hot pot must be hot. Hot pot is hot, and it will be hot for later generations.

The air-conditioning in the store was hit to the fullest, and the air-conditioning was screaming like no money.

Even so, there are still people who don't live to wipe sweat on their faces.

Since she ordered the food by herself and the number of waiters was so pitiful, Meng Xiaoni kept running around for a long time, moving hot pot, pouring soup, serving dishes, and cleaning the table.

In the kitchen, Meng Mu and Father Meng are cooking hot pot, cutting dishes and arranging dishes.

The two of them didn't have much free time. When Meng Xiaoni was too late to serve the dishes, she pulled out her hand to help serve the dishes.

As for the ghost and phoenix at the door, he was only responsible for leading the way and arranging the numbers.

Afterwards, not everyone used mobile phones to make payments. Meng Xiaoni was too late to collect cash, and Guifeng still had to learn to collect cash.

Meng Xiaoni saw that Guifeng had a strong learning ability, so she threw this job directly to Guifeng.

Collecting money is often combined with billing.

So Guifeng had to learn how to write and raise his head to open a usable ticket.

On the first day of opening, he inexplicably learned several skills that were completely useless to Phoenix.

This is still such a small hot pot restaurant.

If it becomes a big hot pot restaurant, I really don't know how many waiters should be installed.

On the way, Zhang Xiaoxiao came for lunch. He and Meng Xiaoni greeted a little, then sat down according to the procedure, ordered and waited for the food to be served.

The old customers are more picky, and the difference in Meng's hot pot can be seen as soon as they eat.

"This beef has changed to a purchaser."

"Hey, these vegetables are quite fresh. Did they come this morning?"

"The bottom of the pot is the one made by the little boss. The taste is really not easy to fade."

Meng Xiaoni looked at so many people, most of them smiled and said praise, not to mention that she was too happy. As soon as she walked back to the kitchen, Mengmu stuffed a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake into Meng Xiaoni's mouth: "Don't be hungry. I will open a pot and take the opportunity to eat two."

The brown sugar glutinous rice cake is sprinkled with peanut powder and brown sugar juice.

Meng Xiaoni ate the glutinous rice cake in twos and threes, nodded and continued to deliver the meal.

She shook her head and inhaled the air-conditioning blow.

She can.

When the number of guests gradually disappeared, Lao Lu came with his family.

Master Lu shook his fan at the door for a moment, glanced at Guifeng, and then followed his son's footsteps and stepped into the shop again.

Guifeng glanced at Master Lu, completely pretending not to have seen it.

Lao Lu took his wife and son with him, and the family of three scanned the codes and ordered a lot of dishes.

Meng Xiaoni served them the bottom of the pot, and after the cooking, she chatted a few words about Xiao Lu who had just graduated from high school.

Xiao Lu has beautiful eyes and looks like a pair of eyes with the middle-aged old Lu, and the rest are more like his mother. He will show a little tiger tooth when he laughs: "Sister, good."

Meng Xiaoni smiled back and said, "Hello. School starts next month, right? What did you do at home during the summer vacation?"

Lao Lu was quite disdainful next to him: "What can I do at home when I sleep until noon every day?"

Lao Lu's wife pushed him: "Doesn't this involve learning English, but also painting."

Lao Lu thought of Zhang Xiaoxiao's talent, family background and diligence, and hated iron: "Others have money in their homes, and painting is the same as the reincarnation of famous artists. They can speak English, French, and Russian. They still paint every day. How about you?"

Xiao Lu's left ear went in and his right ear went out, pretending to be dumb: "Sister, I still want to drink soy milk."

Lao Lu lit the QR code: "I will place another order by myself. Can someone be very busy?"

Xiao Lu took out his mobile phone: "I just bought a new mobile phone and I am not used to it."

Meng Xiaoni finds it quite interesting to see them being so confused.

Master Lu sat in the remaining position of the four-person table, watching the sons and grandchildren in front of each other, and he was also happy.

"I'll get you vegetables and soy milk." Meng Xiaoni turned and left.

Master Lu shook his fan, got up and dangled behind Meng Xiaoni.

He was very emotional, and chatted with Meng Xiaoni: "When I went back yesterday, I chatted with Zheng Zi for a long time and went to find a kid. It was the seven or eight-year-old kid who came to the hot pot restaurant with us. He chatted for a while."

"Xiao Lu's school admission notice has been received. My son actually wanted to accept the design privately, but he has a shadow in his heart. He always felt that he didn't take care of his mother during the busiest time. His mother knew it before his death. It’s not good for his health to stay up all day long. He always wants him to change jobs or do more leisurely design work."

Meng Xiaoni listened, did not speak, she went to the kitchen and took the food ordered by Lao Lu's family just now, and served Lao Lu's food.

She was thinking about buying a food delivery cart and pushed it over in a swift way, saving time and effort.

"The day his mother left, he couldn't see the last time. He didn't touch the design when he was really angry. But I don't think he was happy at home. Man, if you don't go out, you can only brag about it. Old materials from the past. How boring." Master Lu said very brokenly.

At this time, Master Lu was very different from the way he urged Meng Xiaoni into the studio when he first met.

"My child is a very free and easy person. I died and found out that she had gone to the underworld early. After two years of eating incense and rice, I knew she was reborn." Master Lu muttered, "Now my son too Okay, grandson, there’s actually nothing to worry about. People live on their own for the rest of their lives, I figured it out a long time ago."

Meng Xiaoni paused in her footsteps.

She understood the meaning of Master Lu's visit to the hot pot restaurant today.

Master Lu listened to what Jiang Jiang said last night.

Yigui has nothing to do with the world, but he can go to the underworld to consider reincarnation.

Master Lu chuckled: "It would be nice to be able to have a hot pot before going to the underground palace. I will have another meal before the underground palace is reborn. My three meals are more bragging than the two of them."

Meng Xiaoni put the dishes ordered by Lao Lu just now on Lao Lu's table: "The great designer is here, I will give you four bowls of ice powder."

Old Lu looked at Meng Xiaoni doubtfully: "Four bowls?"

Meng Xiaoni smiled at Lao Lu.

Lao Lu didn't know that his father still worried about him for many years as a ghost. He cared about his body, his mood, and his work.

"Yeah. I was introduced by Master Lu. The ghost door was closed and opened today, and the fourth bowl was given to him." Meng Xiaoni said.

Old Lu was stunned.

Meng Xiaoni asked: "Are there any allergies? I have rose ice powder, osmanthus ice powder, and peach gum ice powder today."

Lao Lu paused and looked at his wife: "Come one for each, and then another bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus."

Master Lu was pleasantly surprised: "There is also a special copy for me. Thank you, little boss, I will definitely say something to you when I go to the underworld."

Meng Xiaoni walked to the kitchen, lowered her voice, and said very lightly: "That's not necessary. I have more face than you in the underground palace."

Master Lu: It makes sense.

After getting busy at noon, Meng Xiaoni only got together for lunch with her family in the afternoon.

After Meng's mother had settled the bill, she exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh, it's amazing. It's amazing."

Father Meng was busy telling her not to shout.

Guifeng sat on the chair slowly eating spicy and fatty intestines.

He was thinking about Niaosheng at the moment.

For six meals, he was so busy in this hot pot restaurant, is it worth it?

As a phoenix that had survived for a long time, he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, not knowing the passage of time. A few hours now, he feels as long as a hundred years have passed.

Humans are really very hard creatures.

The fatty intestines bite down in one bite, the greasy and soft chewiness makes the mouth full of tender fleshy desire. People who like this food extremely like it, and people who hate it will not touch it at all, and the taste of cleaning and eating is demanding.

The Meng’s fatty intestines are made and eaten by themselves. Of course, they are exquisite and taste good.

When Guifeng stretched out his chopsticks, he was giving up working. While he was eating the fat intestines, he insisted on working in his mind.

The whole bird swayed constantly while giving up and persisting, and the swaying made him eat dozens of times slower than usual.

I always felt that the little bird that wanted to give up was almost beaten to death by the little bird who insisted on working.

Meng Xiaoni was eating by the side, seeing Guifeng eating so slowly, she couldn't help holding another piece of treasure for Guifeng.

Guifeng ate it into his mouth without knowing it, and put the palm treasure in the bowl into his mouth.

Well-behaved, dementia.

Meng Xiaoni thought it was funny.

She was almost full, and now she became interested, and immediately picked up other dishes for Guifeng.

She took one, and Guifeng ate one silently.

From meatballs to shiitake mushrooms to peppers, Guifeng can pick up the noodles without changing the color and eat them.

Meng Xiaoni was quite surprised. She was about to tell her parents that Guifeng can eat chili. When she turned her head, she saw her parents not eating or talking, just staring at them both.

One picks up vegetables, one eats vegetables, such a set of actions...

The eyes of Meng's father and Meng's mother were subtle.

Meng Xiaoni: "...No."

The eyes of Meng's father and Meng's mother are more subtle: why do we need to explain?

Mother Meng said: "Xiao Nizi, you can't be a fool. Once you have decided, you can decide."

Meng Xiaoni: I am not that I did not!

Guifeng's chopsticks poked into the bowl, no more poking, and blankly looked up at the three humans present.

The three humans also looked at him.

Father Meng's tone was a little fluttering, and he turned his head to appease Meng's mother: "There are things that follow fate. Let's just leave it alone."

Mengmu nodded her head.

Meng Xiaoni: "..."

This misunderstanding cannot be explained.

"Boooo—"

Meng Xiaoni's phone vibrated.

She avoided the eyes of her parents, grabbed the phone and read the message.

The news comes from Jiang Jiang.

The underworld seems to have its own channels, which can easily contact the people they want to contact.

Jiang Jiang: The Religious Affairs Office has been properly contacted, and they will send a special person to contact you.