Three Realms Invincible Restaurant

"Really, Lord Ming!"

Seeing that Mingjun didn't believe it, the bald steward released a light curtain with a wave of his big hand, broadcasting the situation on the other side of the underworld in real time.

I saw that the scene on the Naihe Bridge at this time can be said to be very crowded.

The quaint cauldron filled with pink soup was bubbling and bubbling, and the aroma permeated the air, making the ghosts queuing up behind swallow their saliva and couldn't help looking forward.

Not only the ghosts who were about to reincarnate, but even other ghost cultivators in the underworld couldn't help rushing over when they heard the movement.

Smelling this lingering aroma, the eyes of ghost cultivators who have never eaten a bite of normal food since entering the underworld shine.

A group of ghost cultivators wearing various uniforms of the underworld huddled together, staring at the bubbling Mengpo soup in the cauldron, ready to move.

Seeing this, Granny Meng, who had been stared at since she took office and felt popular for the first time, had a smile on her face.

She dispensed the Meng Po soup spoonful by spoonful, and the sweet breath filled the dark air of the underworld, but she miraculously did not feel the slightest disobedience.

As a result, the pink soup that Po Meng handed over, the ghost who had already reached the center of the Naihe Bridge raised its head and poured Po Meng's soup down.

Almost at the moment he put down the soup bowl, a burst of pure white light emerged from his dim soul body.

The original dullness and filth on the soul body are gone, and the wrinkled face of the soul body is also stretched out.

A serene expression slowly emerged on his face, and he gradually shrank into a small energy ball, slowly drifting towards the other side of the Naihe Bridge.

"Well, is this what you call 'Hua Guang'?"

Shi Cangshui, who stood by and watched the whole process, touched his chin and commented pertinently.

"It's pretty nice."

"...It's not a question of whether it looks good or not, okay?"

Cui Yu was made a little irritable by Shi Cangshui's miraculously focused angle.

"Be serious, this is Huaguang, Huaguang! The level of soul cleansing that only exists in the legends of the underworld, but now it can be achieved only by relying on Mengpo soup??"

Shi Cangshui glanced over there and quickly calmed down, even the lazy-faced Mingjun who was already slumped on the table, and then looked at this side who was baring his teeth and claws in a hurry, but he probably didn't even know that he was in a hurry. What kind of Cui Yu tilted his head in doubt.

"Then according to what you said, turning light should be a good thing?"

"What are you excited about?"

Hearing this, Cui Yu, who glanced around and belatedly realized that he was really the only one excited, was speechless.

"Huaguang, Huaguang!! Why are you all so calm?"

It looks like he is very ignorant, okay...

Cui Yu muttered and sat down, but Shi Cangshui lifted his ass up again before he touched the chair.

"Get up, don't always think about being lazy."

The unscrupulous boss who was sitting on a chair drinking tea leisurely kicked Cui Yu, signaling him to learn more from Hu Weiwei.

"Look at how brisk Xiao Hu is, it's time for dinner soon, don't hide here and chatter, go out and work."

In front of the former boss, Shi Cangshui, the current boss, ordered the employees around without mercy.

And his former boss must have no intention of rescuing him.

Seeing the disapproval on Mingjun's face, "You have to be active in your work, if you are not active, how can you get paid to let me eat?" Cui Yu, who stayed here and suffered on both sides, was so angry that he shook the rag and walked out aggressively.

It wasn't until the door of the utility room was slammed loudly that the steward of the underworld, who was stunned by the scene in front of him, managed to regain his senses.

He carefully glanced at Shi Cangshui with eyes full of surprise, awe and speculation, then turned his head to look at the paralyzed Mingjun.

"By the way, my lord, there is one more thing."

"……Um?"

Hearing this, Ming Jun, who was counting with his fingers that Cui Yu's salary was enough to eat a few meals for himself, raised his eyelids, his brows gradually furrowed.

"What else is there? Didn't I say that, you can make up your own mind about the scheduling of the underworld."

"...It's not this, it's about Meng Potang."

The steward restrained the urge to roll his eyes, and carefully glanced at Shi Cangshui from the corner of his eyes.

"Senior's improved Mengpo soup works very well, or it's so good, the following ghost cultivators couldn't help but taste the soup, and now they're also brainwashed..."

"……what??"

Ming Jun, who was slumped on the table, sat up straight in an instant.

He widened his half-closed eyes and said in disbelief.

"What's going on, they should be immune to the energy of Wangchuanhua?!"

The steward frowned with a headache.

"Theoretically, this is the case, but now those few ghost cultivators who drank Mengpo soup have all fallen into a coma, but they can't find any problems..."

The bald steward stood there with a sad face, and talked for a long time in a roundabout way, with only one central idea——

Go back and have a look, the underworld can't do without you now!

No matter how unreliable Mingjun is, he still has to go back if something happens to the Underworld.

So he had no choice but to stand up, and hastily left behind the steward. His reluctant back was like a child who was playing outside, but was brought home by the ears of the rushing parents.

[Wow, things seem to be getting complicated. ]

Seeing the disappearing teleportation array, 007 nestled on Shi Cangshui's shoulder frowned, and turned to look at Shi Cangshui worriedly.

[Host, if the commotion in the underworld is really caused by Meng Po Tang, then we will get into big-trouble...]

[Um? ]

Hearing 007's restless voice, Cang Shui paused when he walked into the back kitchen and was about to start cooking.

[This matter has nothing to do with us, don't keep thinking about it. ]

Rubbing the energy ball on his shoulder comfortingly, Shi Cangshui said casually.

[First of all, there is no problem with my modified Mengpo soup, not only is there no problem, but the effect is also very good. ]

[The target of Mengpo soup is not the ghost cultivator in the underworld, but the dead souls on the Naihe bridge. They couldn't bear the temptation to drink the soup on their own initiative, and something happened. What does it have to do with me, the cook who improved the recipe? ]

[Oh oh, makes sense! ]

Seeing 007's sudden realization, Shi Cangshui shook his head, looking at him as if looking at a silly puppy.

[Speaking of which, what you said reminds me...]

Shi Cangshui stopped cutting vegetables, and suddenly said thoughtfully.

[About this crisis (farce) in the underworld, I seem to have a little idea. ]

[Huh? ? ]

Ignoring 007's curious questioning, Shi Cangshui continued the movement he had just stopped, and said calmly.

[It's just a conjecture, you'll know after trying it after eating. ]

After lunch, it was time for a relatively leisurely afternoon at the small restaurant.

Shi Cangshui called Cui Yu who was cracking sunflower seeds outside, and briefly explained his thoughts to him while drinking tea.

"Huh? Can't you??"

"Although boss, your improved formula is indeed very effective, but it's not so good that it can also purify the ghost cultivators who are immune to the energy of the underworld, right???"

Cui Yu scratched his head, feeling that his guess was unreliable.

"And if that's the case, then why am I fine? I've drank more Mengpo soup than those ghost cultivators who had an accident below. I'm still alive and kicking now!"

"...Are you questioning the ability of my improved formula?"

Seeing Cui Yu obediently shaking his head, Shi Cangshui sipped his tea when he was in a good mood, and explained lazily to him.

"You also know that the reason why spiritual food is difficult to make is because ingredients of various attributes are mixed together, and many wonderful and unpredictable reactions will occur during the cooking process."

"That is to say, my improved Mengpo soup is not just Mengpo soup. Under the influence of other spiritual materials, the underworld energy in the main ingredient has mutated. In theory, it can affect your ghosts. fixed."

"As for why you're fine...of course it's because you ate too much."

Shi Cangshui raised his head and glanced at him, with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"In the improved Mengpo soup, a little bit of the energy unique to the spiritual food I made appeared. Your body has long been used to the regular intake, but your colleagues haven't."

After drinking the rest of the tea in the cup in one gulp, Shi Cangshui lowered his eyelids when he became lazy, feeling that he was too diligent after talking so much at length.

As for things other than food, diligence has never been Shi Cangshui's style.

"That's it."

He ended his words neatly, holding the tea refilled by 007 and began to lazily daze.

"……what?"

Cui Yu, who was still waiting for his further explanation, was a little confused.

"Is it gone?"

"Speaking of which, boss, what is your energy?"

"It's purification—"

Shi Cangshui dragged out his voice in a lazy tone, and his thoughts of not wanting to chat with him were almost written on his face.

"Hey, boss, is your energy attribute purified? It's a very rare kind of energy!"

Hu Weiwei, who was sitting on the side eating melon seeds and watching, put down the melon seeds and leaned forward to join the discussion.

"No wonder I feel that my skin condition has improved a lot recently. It's not my illusion."

After touching her smooth and tender face, Hu Weiwei happily patted her rainbow fart.

"As expected of the boss, it's amazing!"

"uh-huh."

Shi Cangshui nodded, accepting Hu Weiwei's admiration with crooked eyebrows.

"Then, boss, what about the underworld?"

As a local civil servant who was once forced to go on a hunger strike together, Cui Yu sympathized with the urgency of his colleagues to taste delicious food.

"Now the only thing that can be drunk in the underworld is Mengpo soup. Are they going to live a miserable life that they can't drink?"

This is too bad!

Cui Yu thought about it for a while, and couldn't help shivering.

"Is there no way? Boss, can they also live a happy life where they can taste the boss's food?"

Before he knew it, the irritable and gloomy little cool guy had become a mature social animal who knew how to flatter his boss and speak well of him under the training of his life and his unscrupulous boss.

"... There is no other way," Shi Cangshui took a curious look at Cui Yu, and then said slowly.

"Can't you let them control the amount, drink less at a time, or mix it with water when drinking?"

"...It makes sense!"

Cui Yu punched his palm and said excitedly.

"Boss, I'll go to the underworld to report the news to Lord Mingjun, and I'll be right back!"

"Um……"

Shi Cangshui looked at Cui Yu's leaving back, pondered for a while, and said tactfully with a frown.

"Actually, I have had this question for a long time. Why do I feel that you are all... stupid?"

Hearing this, Hu Weiwei who knew that she was also included in this 'you': "..."

"Well, it can't be our fault."

She closed her eyes and subconsciously raised her voice to argue.

"After all, only the human world where your aura has been sealed is civilized, and you have to learn from it. What kind of messy terms and regulations are there. Other worlds speak by strength, and fists are the last word!"

While talking, Hu Weiwei suddenly remembered something, curled her lips and muttered.

"And your human world is caught in the middle, and you will be the least affected..."

Cang Shui frowned when he didn't hear what she said clearly.

"Huh? What's the smallest?"

"Well, nothing."

Hu Weiwei shook her head, and put aside the topic just now.

"Boss, boss, take advantage of Xiao Cui's absence, how about the two of us start a small stove?"

Shi Cangshui perfunctory Hu Weiwei's acting like a baby, while frowning slightly, recalling what Hu Weiwei said just now.

minimal impact...

What has the least impact?

On the other side, Cui Yu, who brought Shi Cangshui's advice, successfully rescued the "big crisis" in the underworld.

Looking at the meng gras who are working overtime to cook the meng po soup, and looking at the underworld ghost cultivators happily holding the extra-small bowls and obediently queuing up to get the soup, I feel that I have "saved" Cui Yushu from the underworld. With a sigh of relief, he turned around and prepared to go back to the small restaurant to continue working.

Cui Yu's return journey is not alone.

Since the soul after the light is better reincarnated, and the turmoil in the underworld has been resolved, Mingjun, who felt that he had nothing to do, took a ride with Cui Yu and happily returned to the small restaurant with him.

Another black light unfolded, looking at Cui Yu, who had a face straddled in the formation, with unhappy letters written in capitals, and then at the elated Mingjun, who waved enthusiastically when he came, Shi Cangshui took a sip of tea, and told them to miscellaneous Wujian is his small office now, don't draw formations here if you have nothing to do.

"Remember to put it in Xiao Cui's room next time when you teleport it. Your hell is closed, so don't disturb me for tea."

"Oh good."

Ignoring Cui Yu's eyes of resistance, which dared not speak out, Ming Jun consciously sat down beside Hu Weiwei.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from Hu Weiwei, recalling the magical power in Shi Cangshui's delicacies, Mingjun paused while eating melon seeds, and said on a whim.

"Senior, can I discuss something with you?"

"Ok?"

Unlike Hu Weiwei and Cui Yu who were directly stunned by their side, Shi Cangshui accepted the title Mingjun very well.

He raised his eyelids slowly, and asked Mingjun what was the matter with his eyes.

"Senior, are you interested in accepting apprentices? I want to send Granny Meng over to study!"

Excitedly clapping the melon seeds on his hands, Ming Jun thought about the scene after the Meng Pos returned from their studies, and started the illusory happiness ahead of time.

When the time comes, the cafeteria in the underworld will look like what he originally envisioned when it was established, right?

I just don't know if the seniors will agree, after all, it involves such...

"Well, yes."

To the surprise of everyone present, Shi Cangshui nodded happily and agreed.

"However, I haven't taken anyone with me yet. Maybe I can't teach too many students at once. I have to come over in batches."

"Yes, no problem!"

It was as if a bright little flower bloomed behind Mingjun.

He rubbed his hands together and said excitedly.

"Senior, don't worry, we will definitely not treat you badly in terms of price!"

"Hey, can this be taught!?"

Hu Weiwei jumped up from the chair in shock.

The fluffy ears stood up from her ears with a 'swipe', and the tip of the tail curled up because of the tension and excitement.

"In that case, boss, can you also teach us little foxes of the fox clan..."

Swallowing silently, Hu Weiwei promised nervously, shaking the tips of her ears.

"Our little foxes are very good!"

"Okay, but the ones who come to learn must be foxes who know how to cook spiritual materials like Po Meng."

Shi Cangshui yawned, wondering why they were all so excited because they were just learning how to cook.

"Oh, by the way, if you want to come, you should line up on both sides, and then come to study in batches."

After finalizing the matter, Hu Weiwei and Cui Yu were kicked out to continue working.

In the small office converted from the utility room, two unscrupulous bosses were nestled on the chairs, drinking tea and eating melon seeds, looking very leisurely.

"Suddenly remembered something."

When Hu Weiwei told that there was a customer ordering, Cang Shui stood up, touched his chin, and looked at Ming Jun with a bright light in his eyes.

"Didn't your prefecture say that there is a canteen, are you interested in cooperating?"

Shi Cangshui raised the corners of his lips and said softly.

"You help me open a window in the underworld cafeteria, and we earn ninety-one points of the income?"

At the same time, in the remote suburbs of City S, a small crack in space was torn open, and a familiar misty black shadow flashed through the crack.

After carefully cultivating for a period of time, the originally bleak body of the black mist clone stared a lot.

The viscous mist flowed slowly, and the red in the center shone ominously and maliciously.

"Oh, humans."

Thinking about his upcoming plan, Hei Wu trembled excitedly, and laughed strangely 'Jie Jie'.

"Enjoy the gift I carefully prepared!"

"The strength has been sealed so much, even that judge, don't even think about protecting you in the night tour of the ghosts!"