Late Night Cafeteria: Starting with a Bowl of Fried Rice to Save Iron Man

Zhou Xuan opened his bows left and right, and wrapped the filling made of beef granules and chopped vermicelli into the dough.

The kitchen knife slashed the dough ball and threw it into the frying pan that was bubbling on the stove.

stab~

The oil rose in the pot, and the canteen was filled with the scent of wheat.

A golden bun with only a smiling face was fished out by Zhou Xuan with a slotted spoon and placed on a plate.

"It turned out to be baked buns!"

Ninth Uncle sniffed the fragrance in the air, and his saliva secreted frantically.

"cluck cluck cluck~"

Suddenly, bursts of hearty laughter appeared, as if more than a dozen children rushed in happily, making Uncle Ninth almost jump up in shock.

"what?"

Ninth Uncle looked around vigilantly, and secretly complained in his heart, the foodless ghost has not been solved yet, and another strange thing has come, God will kill me!

An indifferent and indifferent ghost stared at the fried bun with scarlet eyes.

"What, do you want to try it now?"

"Come on, taste my golden smile, and make sure you keep smiling."

Zhou Xuan took out a golden bun, shook it gently, and the sound of gurgling came again.

"Is Baozi laughing? How is this possible?"

Ninth Uncle felt that his brain was not enough, and even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't understand why Baozi laughed.

"Could it be that you sealed the previous ghost in this fried (cffh) bun?" Jiu Shu's scalp was numb, and he thought of a guess that he thought was very reasonable.

"No, this is just an ordinary fried bun, try it."

"No, I suddenly feel less hungry," Jiu Shu refused.

But the foodless ghost stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"It's useless, no food ghosts can't touch any food at all..."

Ninth Uncle shook his head. The existence of no ghosts is condemned by heaven. This is the rule of heaven. No matter how unpredictable Zhou Xuan's cooking skills are, he can't resist the rule of heaven.

Ding!

The razor-sharp claws of the foodless ghost lightly hit the golden crispy skin of the steamed buns.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Did not disappear!

Didn't this fried buns turn to ashes?

"how can that be?"

Ninth Uncle suddenly found that what he said most when he came here was this sentence, Zhou Xuan broke the worldview of Jiu Shu again and again.

Grasp!

The Foodless Ghost snatched the golden bun from Zhou Xuan's hand and shoved it into his mouth.

Click!

The crispy golden skin burst into pieces, the chewy beef grains were extremely elastic, and the puffed vermicelli oozes full of gravy under the squeezing of the teeth.

The gravy soaked into the slightly dry beef, making the beef a lot softer.

The foodless ghost suddenly widened his eyes, and two tears of blood flowed from his scarlet eyes.

"Gluck cluck~"

It saw it, it saw it, it saw that cute smiling face that had been thinking about it.

That used to be its child!

A child named calf.

The foodless ghost walked towards the smiling child step by step, muttering indistinctly, "Little calf, calf, my poor child!"

"Mother, hurry up, hurry up and chase me."

The ghost of no food was running, running, running, and the familiar scenes flashed one by one before it, and it suddenly thought about who it was.

It, no, she is a widow in a small mountain village, pulling a small child by herself.

As the saying goes, the widow has a lot of right and wrong in front of her door, and the life of the woman is not easy. In order to protect herself and her son, she armed herself with savagery and savagery.

She is telling lies and sowing discord.She once deliberately framed and framed the hunters in the village for a pheasant; she also slandered the neighbor's woman for a barrel of well water, and made the man of the family divorce the woman.

Until one day, she found her calf drowned in the water.

The case was quickly solved, and it was the revenge of the woman who was divorced. In order to avenge herself, she pushed the calf into the river and drowned.

Without the calf, the woman had no hope of surviving, so she committed suicide.

Because of the sins she made during her lifetime, she became a foodless ghost.

Because of her resentment, she turned into a ghost. She killed the woman who was divorced, and she slaughtered the entire mountain village.

She became confused, she became a murderous ghost, and was finally suppressed by the great power of Buddhism under the reincarnation tower.

"Mother, I'm right here, come here!"

The calf was calling for her, the woman opened her eyes, the scarlet color disappeared, and her eyes returned to clarity.

The soaring resentment hovered above her head, and a gloomy passage opened.

This is the second time Zhou Xuan has seen such a scene.

On the opposite side of the passage is hell.

Suddenly, more than a dozen black chains came out of the passage, tightly binding the foodless ghost who had returned to the appearance of a woman, and pulling her into hell.

Finally, Zhou Xuan heard a whisper:

"Sorry, I was wrong!".

Chapter 60

The dining hall is calm.

Ninth Uncle touched the cold sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, it's over!"

The night was so exciting, Uncle Ninth still felt his heart beating "puff, puff", took a few deep breaths and stabilized his mind.

Ninth Uncle sat on the chair safely, and now he has no doubts about what Zhou Xuan said.

This small restaurant called "Late Night Canteen" is indeed - located in another world!

The foodless ghost dissipated his grievances, and the hell channel was opened, which attracted the arrest of the soul-locking chain. Ninth Uncle clearly felt that the soul-locking chain was completely controlled by the rules of the underworld.

It stands to reason that the Soul Chain is the magic weapon in the underworld to capture the ghosts and dead souls, and it is usually in the hands of such scumbags as Niu Tau Ma Mian and Black and White Impermanence.

Specter ghosts such as No-Eating Ghosts arouse the attention of the rules of the underworld, and there will be bull-headed horse-faced people who will detain them in the underworld.

But there is no underworld administrator in this hell, and there is no underworld difference, which is very different from his own world.

"Boss Zhou, how did you do it, a fried bun can make a murderous ghost go astray?" Ninth Uncle asked curiously.

He had never seen such a miraculous Taoism.

Zhou Xuan smiled and threw a golden bun, and said, "Try it, the secret is in this bun."

Ninth Uncle grabbed the oncoming bun, and as soon as he started, the bun laughed "giggling".

Although he was already prepared in his heart, Uncle Ninth was still startled, resisting the urge to throw the steamed buns out, and opened his mouth to bite down with great perseverance.

Click!

The golden bun skin is still crispy, because it has been placed for a period of time, the gravy in the vermicelli oozes out a little, and it is fully absorbed by the dried beef grains. The beef that was originally Q-bounce becomes soft and tender, and the fragrant meat taste is in the mouth. erupted.

Bang!

Suddenly, a golden light flashed from the gap in the steamed bun, and the ninth uncle blinked in horror, thinking that he was dazzled, and when he took a closer look, it was flowing from the vermicelli and glistening with oil. gravy.

"Is it because of the luminescence caused by the reflection of oil flowers?"

Uncle Ninth couldn't understand, but he was quickly distracted by the delicious buns.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu suddenly remembered his childhood.

Influenced by his thoughts, Jiu Shu showed a strange yet familiar picture in front of him.

A huge water buffalo was walking leisurely on a country road. A child on the back of the broad ox was holding the freshly picked lotus pod in his hand, and was peeling off the skin and sending the lotus seeds into his mouth.

The lotus seeds are crisp, but the taste is always beefy.

moo~

The buffalo roared, and the illusion in front of Ninth Uncle shattered.

"Hahaha~"

Ninth Uncle's expressionless face burst into a smile. He remembered every happy thing in his childhood. He was in a happy mood. He even forgot the fear of facing the foodless ghost just now.

"It turns out that this bun can evoke happy things in people's memory!"

Ninth Uncle sighed, then swallowed the buns in his hand in two or three mouthfuls, grabbed a few buns and chewed them.

After eating eight buns in a row, Ninth Uncle covered his mouth with satisfaction and burped.

"Boss Zhou, how much is this bun?"

"How much do you think it's worth?"

Uncle Ninth was stopped by the question. Ordinary fried buns, you can buy [-] for one silver dollar, or big buns stuffed with meat.

But it would be laughable, how can the buns that bring joy compare to the mundane big meat buns?

How can we measure its value with pure money?

"If this bun is placed with us, I am afraid some rich people will spend ten silver dollars and a hundred silver dollars to taste a bun."