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

Chapter 8:

Meng Xiaoni stayed in the room and checked the information for a long time.

The ghost phoenix next to him took small steps and scanned Meng Xiaoni's room, including Meng Xiaoni herself.

Ordinary house, ordinary human.

You can see ghosts, and the food you make can connect Yin and Yang.

Guifeng decided to live here temporarily.

Guifeng: "I want to drink water."

Meng Xiaoni took the time to find a bowl and poured a bowl of mineral water to Guifeng.

Guifeng pecked twice, watching the oily hot pot floating on the water, and fell silent: He didn't wash his mouth.

At this moment, Meng Xiaoni, who was still studying the parrot's sexuality and parrot feeding, fell into a little distress.

She didn't find out whether Burke's parrot could speak at all. What if you become a little internet celebrity in the future and this little guy starts talking and shocks everyone?

Furthermore, the primary condition of parrot breeding is to determine the legal source of the parrot. This Burke's parrot suddenly appeared in her store, and the source is completely unknown.

After thinking for a long time, Meng Xiaoni decided to make a phone call with the Forestry Bureau.

She dialed the number and waited for a while: "Hello, is it the Forestry Bureau? It's like this. My name is Meng Xiaoni, and a parrot suddenly appeared in my house last night. Later..."

Meng Xiaoni briefly explained the cause, course and result of the incident.

The final summary: "Now this parrot is coming to my house again. I want to raise it a bit, so I want to ask how to apply for a certificate."

The Forestry Bureau had been notified earlier that a Burke's parrot had escaped and might receive a call at any time.

But what they didn't expect was that the parrot escaped to the house where it was caught.

How does this know the way?

The abundance is not big, but for a bird, it is not small.

The staff was slightly surprised: "This certificate is difficult for individuals to handle. First of all, if you don't have a veterinarian here, this one will not pass. Second, you must vaccinate the parrot and check the body. The feeding conditions and space are required."

The staff of the Forestry Bureau and Meng Xiaoni made it very clear: "Personally, I don't recommend keeping parrots here."

Meng Xiaoni's attitude is sincere: "I can go to the vet, and I can take the parrot to check the body and get vaccinated. What are the specific requirements for feeding conditions and space? I can arrange it. I just want to raise one."

The Forestry Bureau still disagrees: "You are not a professional. It is inevitable that there will be some things that you don't notice. Our certificate is combined with reproduction. If it is freely opened, it will be used for parrot reproduction... "

The opening cannot be opened casually.

Meng Xiaoni did not give up, and communicated with the Forestry Bureau earnestly: "This parrot is very smart, very smart, I like it very much. I will not take it to give birth to parrots at will."

Guifeng stared at Meng Xiaoni who was calling.

The two sides communicated for a long time, and the staff thought for a while and said that they could help Meng Xiaoni to ask the boss: If you only raise one, can you issue a temporary certificate while ensuring that the parrot itself will not affect the society.

If a temporary certificate cannot be issued, they will choose to pick up the parrot as soon as possible.

After Meng Xiaoni finished the call, she looked at Little Guifeng.

The little guy's feathers are soft and pink, looking like a small toy. It stared at itself with red eyes, as if afraid that she would send it away when she changed hands.

It does not seem to be equal to the fact.

Guifeng tilted his head and said, "There is oil on the water."

Meng Xiaoni quickly leaned over and took a look.

There is a layer of water missing in the bowl, and a thin layer of red oil floats on the water. At first glance, it is the oil of the hot pot just now.

She suddenly realized: "My head hasn't been washed yet!"

Meng Xiaoni hurriedly wiped Guifeng's mouth with a wet tissue, and then changed it to a bowl of water.

Hurry up and wash your hair!

On weekdays, eating hot pot tastes like hot pot at most. But today, she was hurt by the little parrot to experience hot pot oil.

She pulled her hair and ran away with a bath towel.

When Guifeng saw her leaving, the whole little fan group was proud and vigorous, walked to the side of the bowl again, and continued to drink water.

Take two sips, and it smashed its mouth.

...

For a meal in the evening, the Meng’s family cooked something and ate the extra dishes in the store today.

Meng Xiaoni specially cuts a bowl of watermelon for Guifeng.

Guifeng bowed his head and pecked the watermelon earnestly, taking two or three bites, very fast.

Mother Meng was eating there while talking about the gossip she heard from just rubbing mahjong. In detail, the boy in the street in front was admitted to a certain school and was going to study abroad, and she talked about a girlfriend coming back to get married in half a year.

Meng Xiaoni lowered her head to eat seriously like Guifeng.

The thoughts of the older generation are really terrifying, and the meaning and meaning of these words are shocking.

After dinner, Meng Xiaoni, with her fluffy hair and pink lace pajamas from Mumbai, prepares to make a nest for Guifeng.

There is no plane tree.

There is no birdcage either.

There is no food and toys for parrots.

She just ordered some of these pieces on the Internet, and they will be shipped tomorrow, and they will arrive the day after tomorrow at the earliest.

She took the cardboard box and wrapped the crevices around it with transparent glue: "What color do you like? I have a lot of acrylic paint, which will not fade when applied."

Guifeng moved over with small steps, glanced at the ugly cardboard box, his wings moved slightly, "...what is this?"

Cardboard boxes are cardboard boxes used to store food in hot pot restaurants, and there are huge food brand trademarks on them. One or two protruding paper pedals were installed in the box, two holes were punched in the middle, and a pole was inserted.

Meng Xiaoni smiled at the ghost and phoenix, with a little excitement: "Bird's nest. I can sprinkle sawdust in it and spread a small blanket on it. If you like feathers, I will wait to place an order and buy some in two days. almost there."

Guifeng stared at the extremely crude cardboard box with several holes: "Where do you sleep?"

Meng Xiaoni clicked on her bed: "Bed."

Guifeng's eyes shifted to Meng Xiaoni's bed again.

In a small room, the single bed occupies a lot of space. The girly sheets, the quilt covers with small fresh flowers, the soft and fluffy small pillows, everything is very suitable for a girl in her twenties.

The rough cardboard box and the soft girl's bed contrast sharply.

The ghost and phoenix fluttered their wings, and one flew low onto the bed, occupied Meng Xiaoni's pillow, and raised her little pink head with a little arrogance: "I also sleep on the bed."

Meng Xiaoni looked at her pillow and stopped talking.

She can't say that people are different from birds.

This seems a bit racist.

Meng Xiaoni looked at the cardboard box in her hand and had to put the cardboard box away.

Guifeng squatted on the pillow, and silently felt the softness of the pillow with his small tender claws. The pillow sank slightly, wrapping Guifeng's delicate feet, making it feel very comfortable.

It is a little arrogant: "The pillows I have seen before are all square, with a lot of jade."

Meng Xiaoni was slightly surprised when she heard: "I didn't expect you to watch costume dramas before. The scope of your research is quite wide."

Guifeng: "..."

Meng Xiaoni regretted that her original cabin plan could not be implemented. She collected the paint that she had just taken out of the bird's nest and returned to her bed.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, took the pillow on the side and propped her face, looked at the ruby ruby that occupied the pillow and refused to move, and asked tentatively: "You won't be in my bed... well... go to the bathroom. ?"

This kind of down-to-earth questioning and questioning it was really the first time Guifeng heard it.

The humans in front of him didn't mean anything to offend.

Guifeng was expressionless, tilted his head and asked, "...Have you ever seen Phoenix go to the toilet?"

It tilted its head so cute, it was pink and tender, and it made people want to rub its little head.

Meng Xiaoni was so soft-hearted that she couldn't help tilting her head and jokingly replied: "I haven't seen Phoenix."

Guifeng: "..."

Good temper.

Guifeng fluttered his wings, shrank into a ball in the corner of the bed against the wall, and said coldly: "You sleep with you, I sleep with mine."

Angry are born cute!

Meng Xiaoni looked at the round and tender peach parrots, and thought to herself: If you pull out a bed, pull out the bed. Isn't it just washing a bed sheet?

Faced with such a cute little parrot, what is a mere bed sheet?

Meng Xiaoni completely succumbed to the appearance of the Burke's parrot, no different from a girl who succumbed to cats and dogs.

She leaned forward and leaned against the ghost and phoenix: "Do you want to cover a small blanket? Do you want a small towel to cushion the bed? What kind of small pillow do you like? I can help you look again tomorrow. Don't you If you like cardboard boxes, we can build a wooden birdhouse, and I will look for a plane tree."

The ghost and phoenix were still there, caught a glimpse of the huge head beside him, and slowly replied: "I lived on the crater sycamore tree for the first time. The giant tree obscures the sky and does not fear water and fire..."

Meng Xiaoni thinks this tree sounds like a myth: "Where you originally stayed, did you have a child at home?"

Guifeng turned his head and looked at Meng Xiaoni: "A group of people."

Meng Xiaoni suddenly said: "No wonder, old people and children are there. I watch costume dramas and cartoons. It should be a family like scholars?"

Guifeng: "..."

tired.

The communication between people and birds is tiring.

He turned his head back and chose to fall back to bed.

The wings were folded to cover his body, his feet curled up, and his toes moved slightly.

Meng Xiaonic, whose brain circuit is not in the same way as Ghost and Phoenix, doesn't feel tired of communication between people and birds. She was feeling that she was too good to be able to pass through the ghost ditch, but also to talk to such a smart and cute little parrot.

The ghost and phoenix in her eyes met all the necessary conditions for cute pets.

It's so cute.

Meng Xiaoni smiled and bent her eyes.

Everything really made her happy this time home.

She leaned to the bedside and turned off the light, got into her bed, and said to the ghost and phoenix next to her, "Good night."

Guifeng lay there too lazy to move.

It actually doesn't need to sleep at all.

Thinking of Meng Xiaoni's particularity, after a long while, Guifeng reluctantly suffocated a sentence: "Good night."

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