Pixiu Restaurant, No Way Out

The temperature of the air conditioner upstairs has been turned to the lowest, so Pi Xiu still took off his clothes, wiped off his sweat, and walked to the vent to blow on it. Wenxi followed suit, and asked Feng Du again what he meant.

"He said a lot, which one do you mean?" Pixiu stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him.

Wenxi immediately jumped to the side: "You are sweating!"

"What's wrong? It's not that I didn't hug him when I was sweating, and it's not called sweat, it's manly." Pixiu frowned and stroked his hair: "Come here, I'm so hot."

"Then you have to tell me what is the extremely cold thing Feng Du is talking about." Wenxi sniffed: "What else is the cause of death that is unusual, and the soul is cold."

Pixiu paused: "You really don't remember how you died?"

"I really don't remember this." Wenxi whispered: "Sometimes I feel a headache even thinking about it."

Pixiu pulled the ghost in front of him, stretched out his hand to press his neck, touched the skull along the cervical spine, and suddenly pressed his fingers on a hard bulge. He asked, "Are you always bowing your head?"

Wenxi: "Huh?"

"I see that your cervical spine is protruding. It seems that there is something wrong with your sitting posture. I will get you a backrest tomorrow and put it on my back." Pi Xiu let go of his arms and held Wenxi in front of him, and said casually: "Since Don’t think about it if you can’t remember it, what if you think about it and lose your wits, then you won’t even have the next life.”

Wenxi was so angry that she gritted her teeth and couldn't scold, so she could only say: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Pi Xiu: "An extremely cold thing is an extremely cold thing. Thousands of years of ice, ten thousand years of marrow, candle dragon's lungs, shark's tears, are all good things."

"Are these things put together with my...my bones?" Wenxi asked cautiously.

Pi Xiu laughed: "You have a good idea, any of these good things are priceless, and it is a waste of money to use them on you, a mortal, but the jade jar that holds you is a good thing, and it can be regarded as ten thousand years of jade if you round it up. marrow."

"Where is that jar?" Wenxi asked quickly.

Pi Xiu frowned: "I'll pickle the kimchi."

Wenxi's face turned pale, and she didn't bring it up in one breath.

"The jar is just the right size and can keep the temperature low. If it is covered and placed in a cool place, you can make frozen pears and persimmons, and it will save electricity."

Wenxi clenched her fists: "That's the bone altar that let my bones go, you just..."

Pixiu: "Hey, if you don't tell me, no one will know. And I let the little broom wash the jar six or seven times, and it's very clean. Besides, we don't eat it ourselves."

Wenxi turned her head and left after hearing this, grabbed the landline on the sofa and started making calls.

"What are you doing?" Pi Xiu asked.

Wenxi said coldly: "Call the Food Administration, and I will report that you failed the sanitation inspection."

Pi Xiu laughed angrily: "I can't even understand the joke? I really don't want to do business with pickles from your ashes jar? Don't say you are disgusted, I feel disgusted thinking about it."

"Then where are my bones and jar?" Wenxi stared at him and questioned.

Pixiu threw the phone in his hand aside, frowned and said, "I'll keep it safe, no one wants your crap."

"Really?" Wenxi didn't believe it.

Pi Xiu's face darkened: "Believe it or not."

Seeing the old monster's face change, Wen Xi immediately changed his face, turned from the black yaksha incarnation, twirled his fingers, walked over and took the initiative to put his arms around Pi Xiu to cool down: "Why are you angry, I was scared by you."

"Pay attention to the distance." Pixiu pulled him away: "Don't let them see and misunderstand."

Wenxi sneered in her heart, hugged her tighter than anyone else when she was hot, now she throws it away when she doesn't need it and wants to keep a distance, you are really not a thing with the surname Pi.

In the past, that old eccentric grandpa could be coaxed to fill the house, and the children and grandchildren favored himself alone. What is there to be afraid of an uneducated thousand-year-old monster? There are always more methods than difficulties, and I have to arrange him clearly.

The mud figurine still has a three-point temper, and the ice pillow also has his own professional ethics!

Pi Xiu saw that he was standing on the side obediently and didn't come over, and he was satisfied that this little thing was quite sensible and would wink at people. When summer was over, he had to pick a good time to send him to reincarnate, and he had to give him a favor no matter what. The fate of great wealth and great honor.

"I have something to do when I go downstairs, you rest on it, and call me if you have something to do."

Wenxi didn't speak or look at him, and stood on the side with her head down and didn't move.

"What's the matter?" Pi Xiu frowned, thinking that this is showing me some shame?

Wenxi tilted her head and said, "Anyway, do you think of me when it's hot? When it's not hot, just throw it aside, and then find a jar to bury me, so I won't touch your eyes."

Pixiu looked at Wenxi's reddened eyes for a moment, feeling a little flustered, could it be that his words were really ugly?

"I just treat you as a pillow, you have to recognize your identity."

Wenxi looked at him with his neck straightened, his eyes became redder: "Yes, I'm just a pillow."

The two people's eyes met, love and hatred intertwined, Pi Xiu was in a trance for a moment, feeling that he had gone to the wrong set, and the lines he said sounded wrong.

"What do you want?" Pixiu rubbed his hair, "Don't lose your temper with me."

Wenxi sneered, and took two steps back, expressing her frustration to the fullest. The more Pi Xiu looked at it, the more wrong it became, and his body temperature rose again, so he could only reach out to Wen Xi: "Stop making trouble, come here and let me hug you."

Wenxi didn't move.

You just ignored me, but now you can't afford me.

Boss Pi, who is too high to climb, only connects

Holding Wenxi in his arms, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't take the initiative to provoke me."

Wenxi's deceitful plan succeeded, with a calm expression on his face: "You posted it on your own initiative, and it's none of my business."

The two non-human guys hugged for a while, and Su An made three calls downstairs before Pi Xiu let go of the cold Wenxi and went downstairs, and saw the dead fish eyes of his accountant as soon as he turned the corner.

Comparing the two sides, Wenxi's peach blossom eyes with a smile on the corners of his eyes are really pleasing to the eye.

"What are you staring at me for?" Pi Xiu put on a serious expression, as if he was a boss.

Su An raised her hand and looked at her watch: "Fifteen minutes have passed since I called you. Your actions are too slow. Customers will complain when they are in a hurry."

"Complain, just complain, I'm not bad for this one customer." Pi Xiu didn't care.

Su An pushed his glasses: "But there are rules in the store, and you can get a discount when the food is not served within the specified time."

A discount means less money, and less money means cutting the skin and repairing the meat. As soon as he heard this, he immediately walked towards the kitchen, cursing and saying, "I'll see who dares to give less money."

The signature dish that Pixiu only cooks once a month has always been the object of competition among gourmets. On Xianyu, there are even several scalpers queuing up to sell it.

Su An is well aware of the importance of hunger marketing, and he also registered with Xianyu to post information about scalpers helping to line up. He used his position as a middleman to earn the price difference, and then the price difference was 50% with Pi Xiu, and he had saved a little money over the years.

Every time he looked at the rising numbers in his account, he always sighed that Pixiu is really a money-making ancestor.

Pixiu went to the stove to heat up the pot to serve the dishes. The pot was knocked up to three feet high, and it swirled in the air before falling steadily, without a single drop of soup splashing outside.

Appreciation and artistry coexist, far beyond the level of cooking, and move towards the direction of acrobatics.

Standing by the stove, Qiu Fu stared at Pi Xiu's movements, dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking: "Boss, how did you practice this skill?"

Pi Xiu pretended to force Tian Cheng to be humble: "There is no one else, but you are familiar with it."

It's all because of the gluttonous gluttony who cheated me of all my money back then, causing me to run around in order to make money, and later work in human restaurants to earn money to support me.

"Your Boss Pi used to set up a stall selling sugar-fried chestnuts." Ren Jiao didn't give him any face to expose it: "At that time, chestnuts didn't sell well, so he went to the theater troupe to learn how to cook chestnuts every time. It is three feet high, and people can give a hundred cash for rewards."

Qiu Fu suddenly changed his face, and looked at his heroic boss sympathetically.

As expected of a big demon in ancient times, he can bend and stretch, and is willing to bend his waist for five buckets of rice. This kind of mind is not available to a mixed-haired fox from Qingqiu like himself. He is really a model of a monster!

Pi Xiu glared at Ren Jiao with a dark face: "If you talk too much, I will pull out all the scales for you!"

"I said, why did you come down so late? You can't leave the room even for a moment?" Ren Jiao sneered: "The old house is on fire, it seems that you can't escape."

Pixiu frowned: "Fucking fart, obviously he is pestering me and won't let me down. Human beings are clingy and coquettish, even if they become ghosts, they can't get rid of it. They dare to throw me at me if they don't hug him for a while. face!"

The pots and pans under his hands were clanging, and finally the fire was high to collect the juice and the pot was put on, and he divided the boiled soup into thirteen bowls, and asked the monkey spirits to bring them quickly.

Ren Jiao clicked his tongue next to him: "Two days ago, it didn't matter what you said, but today you just hold it and refuse to let it go?"

Qiu Fu heard yearning, and murmured: "When will someone hug me and refuse to let go?"

Pixiu glanced at him: "Go out and turn right for 1,000 meters and look like your brothers and sisters. Tomorrow, I will ask Su An to take a short video of you and make yourself an Internet celebrity chef, so that those human beings will move forward when they see you. Flush, the running water in the store can still flush."

Qiu Fu blushed, and asked shyly, "Really?"

"Fake!" Pi Xiu took off his apron irritably and threw it aside, only to be held down by Ren Jiao.

Ren Jiao: "You gave me the jar and I put it back for you. The contents inside have been clarified, and it is not far from what you said. The jar of thousand-year-old white chalcedony, candle dragon lung, shark human tears and ground soul-fixing incense, Having been soaked in these things for hundreds of years, it is no wonder that his soul is cold."

Pi Xiu frowned: "Where did Taotie get such a good thing as Candle Dragon Lung?"

Ren Jiao: "Maybe it's Zhulong's lung stone that I picked up?"

Pi Xiu: ...

It's not unreasonable, after all, a slap by the big Zhulong would be enough for any monster.

But the little thing upstairs is really a treasure. Pixiu began to think deeply about the reason why Taotie sent Wenxi to him, starting from the debt relationship between the two, and extending their friendship for many years. Make a summary on your own red line.

He slapped his thigh, and said bitterly: "Could it be that Taotie knew that I was connected to him by marriage, so he specially sent such a ghost here to pay off my debts as a child bride?"

Ren Jiao immediately stood up and applauded: "Congratulations! You have learned to answer quickly!"

Draft it! What does Taotie think of himself? Although he is a monster, he is also an aspiring monster who only wants to be single and keep himself clean. He loves nothing but money.

Debt repayment, he wants money but not ghosts!