Pixiu Restaurant, No Way Out

Standing at the door, Queen Mother Xi didn't know whether to enter or retreat. She accidentally glanced at the floor, and her attention was immediately attracted to Fat Yi lying on the ground.

What a fat bird! Frying and cooking are all good!

"Coming?" Pixiu raised his chin when he saw her coming, Su An immediately served tea and snacks to Queen Mother Xi.

Fei Yi was lying on the ground, and Queen Mother Xi looked at him twice more. The sense of danger of being locked in by the predator enveloped his entire bird, and he lost a few more hairs uncontrollably, and the temperature in the room rose a bit.

The Queen Mother of the West felt that something was wrong, she frowned and said angrily: "Take away the evil spirit! It's only May! Red warnings for high temperature in the area are not allowed!"

Fei Yi was yelled at, and tremblingly while absorbing the evil spirit, he said: "I am the victim."

"What is the Queen Mother of the West doing here?" Li Jing asked with a grim expression.

Queen Mother Xi didn't take his face seriously, she brushed her hair and said lazily, "There was a fight in the square ahead, and I just came back from a fight, so I stopped by for a sip of tea."

She glanced at Fat Yi: "Is Li Tianwang finished? I just met Nezha when I came here. Could it be that you two still have an appointment?"

Hearing Nezha's name, Li Jing's face changed. He glared at Pi Xiu who was sitting silently, snorted coldly and drove away with Fei Yi.

On the way back to the supervisory office, I listened to the matter from beginning to end, and then took him back to the interrogation room to ask a few questions.

Li Jing found out that this bird was really unlucky, his own people didn't know how to stab Pi's heart in advance, he came to apologize in person and was targeted by Pi, and almost died.

Li Jing educated him a few words, warning Fei Yu not to engage in the underworld to force Lai Lai, and seeing him lose his hair in fright, he let him go.

Erlangshen came back from the outside, just in time to see Li Jing coming out with Fat Yi, the oncoming heat made him frowned, subconsciously turned his head to stop Xiaotiangou from sticking out his tongue.

"Why did you bring Fei Yi back?" Yang Jian asked.

Li Jing: "No way, if you don't bring it back, it will be eaten by Pi Xiu's son as insecticide."

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at Fei Yi who walked out of the door with the help of Ma Zai. The sky eye on the top of his head opened and closed for a moment, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He turned to look at Li Jing and said, "Did you bring your mobile phone?"

Li Jing was surprised: "I brought it, what's the matter?"

"Just right, come and vote for our Xiaotian..."

Xiaotiangou stood on one side, his face darkened, staring at Yang Jian, wondering whether he should turn around and leave now, or kick him before leaving.

Fei Yi sat on the car that Ma Zai came to pick him up and wiped his sweat. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until the sign of the Supervisory Office completely disappeared in the back window. Trembling, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

The phone rang several times before it was picked up, and the signal over there was not good, and it was only after stumbling that one or two tones could be heard clearly, and it took a while for the voice on the other side to become clear.

A gloomy voice asked, "Why are you calling now?"

"Master Yaizu, I, I just came out of the leather repair shop." Fei Yi said cautiously, "My lord, there is a ghost beside Pi Xiu, but I didn't smell any scent from him, but he was covered with a ghost inside and out. It's Pixiu's evil spirit, he probably fell asleep."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and Yazi finally said, "Where are those idiots under you? Have you gone to see it?"

"Looked at it." Fei Yi shook his mobile phone and nodded: "I went to see it yesterday, and they don't have any demonic aura about them."

"Idiot, I just went to see them yesterday. The demonic aura on them must be gone, you can find a fart!" Yazi screamed angrily, "It must be the work of Taotie! This coward who is hiding in Tibet! This bastard ! Except him! No one dares to touch my people!"

Fei Yi didn't dare to speak when he heard the cursing from the other side, thinking that Pixiu would dare, but he didn't say anything, otherwise the lord would let him deal with Pixiu, wouldn't he send it to someone as an insect repellant?

After Yazi finished losing his temper, Fei Yi asked, "My lord, what do you need me to do now?"

Yazi thought for a while: "You don't have to do anything, just keep an eye on Pixiu's shop, and pay attention to whether there is a shadow of Taotie nearby. And..."

Fei Yi listened carefully to the customer's request: "You say what you say."

"I saw on the forum that they had a male immortal vote? Why is my vote count so low? If you ask someone to vote for me, I want to be the first!"

Fei Yi's eyes suddenly darkened, and he thought that the number one is Yang Jian, the Erlang God who is handsome, rich, talented, civil and military, a civil servant with an iron job, a car and a house, the most ideal spouse for both parents dead, gods and monsters recognized as the number one male god.

Even if he is a loyal fan, no matter how loyal he is, he leads his younger brother to shoot day and night, and throwing with his head is not as good as a passerby fan who grabs a lot and throws casually.

Fei Yi began to try to dispel Yai Zi's impossible fantasy: "Actually, my lord, you don't need to be obsessed with these mundane false names. Even if you don't have the title of the most handsome male immortal of Lao Shizi, you are still the most handsome in our hearts... "

Yazi said: "Stop rambling, I said to be number one is to be number one!"

The phone was hung up suddenly, and Fei Yi was lost while holding the phone with a busy signal, not knowing how he should exist.

How come Lord Yazi doesn't understand the truth that a small cup of tea is good for you, a big cup of tea can hurt your body, and a big cup of tea will be wiped out in ashes?

When Ren Jiao came back with the broom, the restaurant was already empty, and the few bird feathers on the ground were swept into the trash can by Jia Suzhen, so as not to make the child angry when he came back looking at the trash.

"Where's the fat bird?" Ren Jiao looked around the shop, wrinkled his nose and asked, "Going away?"

Jia Suzhen nodded, smiled with the broomstick and said, "Mr. Wen and Boss Pi are upstairs."

little broom carrying book

Bao went upstairs, the suddenly cold air made him sneezed, Ren Jiao lifted the curtain for him, and asked Pixiu, who was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed: "Why did you let that bird go?" ?”

"If you don't let him go, how can you lure the big head out?" Pi Xiu said lazily.

Ren Jiao frowned: "Could it be possible to find a fatter bird than the one just now? Such a fat bird is rare now."

Pi Xiu: ...

It seems true that fish have no brains.

Wenxi came out of the bedroom, holding a pack of granules in his hand and called the little broom over: "The anti-worm medicine is here, come and take it."

Ren Jiao saw that Pi Xiu looked like an old monk in samadhi, and the scar on his face suddenly became a little distorted: "Do you know that when I went to pick him up, Nezha's lotus root monster looked at me with murderous eyes, and I was overwhelmed by his yin and yang aura." After talking for a while, you finally brought the man back and you told me that the bird is gone?"

"What's the rush, it's not that your bird is gone." Pixiu glanced at him, "Nezha, that weird boy has been hating seafood for a couple of days. It's normal to see that you don't have a good face."

While the little broom obediently took the insecticide, Wenxi asked: "Did the teacher say anything when you asked for leave?"

"No." The little broom shook his head: "But he asked me when I changed my name."

Wenxi was taken aback for a moment: "I'll discuss it with your father again, and I'll change it for you tonight."

Pi Xiu glanced at Wenxi, and said to the little broom, "Pi Jubao, take out your phone and vote for your father and me. As for the most handsome male fairy, you didn't secretly vote for Ren Jiao, did you?"

The little broom shook his head: "No, no, he is ugly!"

Ren Jiao's face darkened: "Who is ugly?"

Back then, he was considered a grass in the South China Sea, a flower among sharks, and a face so beautiful that the heavens would be jealous, otherwise he wouldn't have been so unlucky that his face was hacked, and he couldn't be cured no matter what.

Pi Xiu was relieved, and stretched out his hand to ask his son to vote for him, but Xiao Sao shook his head while holding the phone: "No, I voted for the teacher."

"Which teacher? Nezha?" Pi Xiu frowned.

The little broom nodded.

Pi Xiu was furious, thinking that other people's fat and water would not flow to outsiders' fields, so he just kept turning his elbows outside. Except for Wenxi who voted for herself, the rest of the people in the store would have voted for Yang Jian if they hadn't said it early in the group!

He took a deep breath, and tried to calmly announce his death to Ren Jiao: "Get up early tomorrow, and the breakfast for those immortal officials will start tomorrow."

Ren Jiao: "Why is time so tight?"

Pi Xiu said indifferently: "There is no reason, it is a fool not to make money from the delivery."

In order not to be a fool, Pi Xiu made the entire restaurant staff busy like dogs. The monkey spirit was so busy that he even held a spoon and noodles by his tail. The environment is clean and beautiful.

Pi Xiu didn't sleep all night. After giving Wu Zu his get out of class, he got up and went into the kitchen to help Ren Jiao. The high-grade tonic soup that was cooked once a month came out of the mountain again.

In order to get votes, Boss Pi does whatever it takes. Ordinary people have to spend money to drink, and monsters and gods can drink for free if they want to, but they have to vote for the most handsome male fairy Pixiu.

Of course, it is also possible not to vote and spend money, but the money needs to be doubled.

A group of greedy old people dare not speak out when they are angry, but they can't beat them with their hands, and they will lose their status in front of the juniors. They are all eagerly looking forward to a cheapskate with the same surname coming out to break it off.

Pixiu held his mobile phone and watched the number of votes increase little by little, feeling relieved, he waved his hand and called for the next one.

"You can get soup by voting?"

A voice of pulling two to five to eighty thousand rang out, and Pi Xiu looked up and met Nezha's eyes.

Nezha raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it?"

"Yes." Pi Xiupi smiled, "Third Prince, you are a rare visitor."

Nezha voted at what time, and lazily said: "Master said that Patriarch Pi's tonic soup can't be drunk without voting. His account was voted for me early in the morning. He had no choice but to call me here."

He did not react until he clicked: "Why can a person only vote once a day? Then I am not gone."

"Yes, yes!" The little broom came over with the schoolbag on his back, "I'll give it to the teacher."

When Nezha saw the little broom, his expression softened immediately, and he smiled at him: "That's no good, you are still young, you need to drink more soup to grow taller."

The little broom took out his mobile phone and voted for Pi Xiu in front of Pi Xiu, then stretched out his hand to show his father, looked at Pi Xiu pitifully with his eyes open and said, "Can I, give a bowl to the teacher."

With a dark face, Pi Xiu filled two bowls of soup and handed them over, and asked the little broom, "Who did you learn to pretend to be wronged and pitiful?"

"Mom taught me." The little broom resolutely sold Wenxi, and followed Nezha to sit at the table of Daoist Taiyi for breakfast.

Pi Xiu went back into the kitchen to add water and soup, and saw Ren Jiao standing in front of the stove wiping his tears.

Pixiu frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Little heartless, I treat him so well, not to mention a bowl of soup, I have never snatched a bone from his mouth." Ren Jiao wiped his tears, saying who to give the lovesickness to, anyway, it can't be the little boy like Pi Jubao conscience.

Pi Xiu: ...