I open the underworld canteen to continue my life

Most of Sinanxing's underworld canteens are seated alone, after all, few ghosts come in groups.

At first it was just arbitrarily arranged, but now watching Yuchi and Shaya who quietly dragged the table away from Mr. Zhuyou, Si Nanxing felt that his original decision was quite predictable.

The meaning of killing crows is to open the distance and find a good place. She eats quite boldly. She picks up half of a pig's trotter with both hands and bites it down. The collagen in her mouth is full of salty, sweet and delicious taste, and the taste is soft and chewy. Not greasy, while eating, she uttered vague compliments, gestured with both hands and gave Si Nanxing a thumbs up.

Si Nanxing leaned against the kitchen door and smiled: "Slow down, slow down, I can already feel your happiness, and your acting skills don't need to be so exaggerated."

Yuchi was not as straightforward as her, and quietly pulled his desk a little further, leaving Zhuyou Jun with the best view of the pond.

His eating is much more elegant than that of killing a crow. He didn't start directly. He poked lightly with his chopsticks, and a piece of pig's trotter and belt meat was stewed until soft. The outer skin was translucent maroon, and the inner was soft white. dipped in the juice, put it in his mouth, shook his head intoxicated, and couldn't help asking: "Little boss, is there any wine?"

Zhu Youjun was still observing the pig's trotters in front of him, and raised his head upon hearing this: "Have you finished all your work today?"

Yuchi nodded in fear, but Lord Zhuyou left him alone.

Sinanxing opened the small door in the kitchen, and there was a warehouse inside, which was specially used to store some ingredients that are not commonly used in daily life, as well as places like pickled fish, bacon, and sausages. of.He opened the lid of one of the vats, and the mellow aroma of the wine came out with the sweetness of the rice. This is the rice wine he brewed himself.

Yuchi wanted to see through his eyes, watching Si Nanxing swinging over with a jug and two cups in his hand.

Si Nanxing put the cup on his table, the off-white liquid slid down the spout into the cup, and a few red goji berries at the bottom of the cup were swirled up, looking like a wobbly koi , It's really cute.

Si Nanxing held up another cup, shook it at Mr. Zhuyou, and asked, "Does Mr. Zhuyou drink?"

Mr. Zhuyou felt that he was not interested in drinking, but his cups were all ready, let's drink, he nodded.

Si Nanxing also poured him a glass, then put the jug on his table, pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.

Zhu Youjun nodded his thanks slightly, and raised his hand to pick up the chopsticks like Yuchi did. Although he succeeded in one attempt, Si Nanxing still felt that his movements were a bit unfamiliar.

Si Nanxing felt a little strange: "Mr. Zhuyou can't use chopsticks? Isn't Mr. Zhuyou a ghost?"

He turned his head and asked Yuchi, Yuchi was so frightened that he almost dropped his chopsticks: "Our Lord Zhuyou is special after all!"

"I'm an odd number in the Three Realms. If you want to know, I can tell you." Zhu Youjun picked up the pig's trotter and turned it around to observe. Si Nanxing heard the words, turned his head back, and put on a pose I would like to hear about his attitude.

"Don't worry, try it first, eat it while it's hot."

Don't rush to listen to the story for a while, you have to let the diners fill their stomachs first.

Zhu Youjun nodded, opened his mouth slightly and took a bite. He ate gracefully, but with that bite just now, a piece of pig's trotter was neatly missing, and even the inner bone was neatly bitten off.

Si Nanxing was stunned: "Hey..."

Zhu Youjun raised his head to look at him, his jaw moved slightly, and there were a few clicks, the pig's trotter was swallowed with bones and meat.

Si Nanxing recovered from the shock, and said tactfully, "Don't you have a toothache? You eat skin and meat, but the bones are not good."

Zhu Youjun fell silent.

Si Nanxing hesitated and said, "Yes... the teeth are too sharp, so it's difficult to control the strength?"

Zhu Youjun bit the bullet and said: "... even bones are delicious."

Si Nanxing was kind and did not dismantle him: "Okay, I know my craft is good, but eating meat and skin is more delicious, you try?"

Zhu Youjun tried it hard, and although he didn't flatter like Killing Crow, and he didn't show joy like Yuchi, Si Nanxing clearly saw his eyes light up.

He ate very fast and his movements were graceful. After Si Nanxing's suggestion, he didn't look so human anymore.

But Si Nanxing looked at him with his chin propped up, and still couldn't help but wonder, isn't this Lord Zhuyou a ghost, but a monster whose prototype is a ferocious beast?

But the underworld cafeteria he opened, for ghosts and monsters, seems to be not that different, after all, they are not eaten by humans.Si Nanxing has always been open-minded. He propped his chin and watched them gnaw on the pig's trotters kindly, as satisfied as he gnawed on himself.

"Little boss..." Sha Ya looked at him anxiously. She had eaten all the pig's trotters in her bowl, leaving only a little sauce and soybeans.

Si Nanxing understood what she meant, and said clearly, "Want to bibimbap?"

"Yeah!" Sha Ya nodded fiercely, and flattered me without hesitation, "The little boss is wise and mighty! You can see through what I'm thinking at a glance!"

Si Nanxing stood up slowly, and walked towards the kitchen: "I guessed it a long time ago, this sauce is indeed served with rice, and the rice has just been cooked, so serve it in a bowl."

"Hey!" Sha Ya followed up immediately.

Yuchi savored slowly, just drank a little wine, and now he was a little flustered. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Zhuyou following him with a bowl in his hand. He woke up most of the wine and shouted: "Little boss, leave me a cup of tea." Order some rice!"

Sha Ya immediately cursed: "What do you mean! I'm so like a rice bucket! Can I cook a rice cooker by myself!"

Si Nanxing held his rice spoon to hold back his laughter, but he soon realized that Yuchi's worry was not unreasonable.

This Lord Zhuyou... seems to be able to eat no matter how much.

Yuchi snatched a bowl of rice regardless of his boss' friendship, and Zhu Youjun ate up the whole rice cooker with pig's trotters and soy sauce.

Si Nanxing turned his body and looked at Mr. Zhu Youjun and his flat stomach under the T-shirt of the same style. He always felt a little itchy in his hands, and wanted to feel if his stomach was bulging.

Perhaps it was because his eyes were too direct, Mr. Zhuyou put the last soybean into his mouth along with the last mouthful of rice, lowered his eyes a little guilty, and stood up with the bowl in his hand: "I'm going to wash the dishes."

"Huh?" Si Nanxing was taken aback, and stretched out his hand to hold him back, "Wait a minute, this is Yuchi's job."

"Huh?" Yuchi, who was still dawdling and trying to drink the last bit of rice wine in ten sips, raised his head in a daze, and nodded abruptly after meeting his boss Nan Xing's gaze, "Yes, I do. I like to do the dishes the most. Don't follow any of you." I will grab it!"

Sha Ya looked at the actions of the two of them, rolled his eyes, and immediately responded: "I'll do the pot cleaning! I like to clean the pot the most! I want to engrave my name on this pot, and no one will try to snatch it!"

Even Lord Zhuyou could see their deliberate avoidance.

He handed over the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, sat down at the table, and looked at Si Nanxing: "Now I can tell you, my prototype."

Probably because of his family's meal, Zhu Youjun's face is much calmer now than when they first met. Although he still has a cold face, Si Nanxing probably understands that he treats everyone like this, not that For his Si Nanxing.

Zhu Youjun said: "I am a candlestick tree. The candlestick wood has been mature for thousands of years. Ten thousand years ago, it was as thin as a candlewick, which is unusable. After ten thousand years, it will cover the sky and block out the sun. My body is like a black iron diamond. bad."

This kind of tree Sinanxing is ignorant and ignorant. I have never heard of it. It is probably a rare species, but it takes 1 years to mature... 5000 years in China, it is enough for him to grow half of it. It seems that this Lord Zhuyou is older than he imagined much.

Zhu Youjun didn't see what he was thinking from Sinanxing's face, he continued: "When I was nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years old, a thunderstorm fell from the sky. Although I managed to survive, I was struck to death Half of it, half of the dead branches are dead, half of it has crossed the hurdle of ten thousand years, and began to cover the sky and the sun and grow wildly... That's when I met you."

He raised his eyes and met Si Nanxing's gaze.

Si Nanxing was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to ask around, Zhu Youjun's prototype and his kindness turned out to be the same thing.

Lord Zhuyou looked calmly: "It stands to reason that one life belongs to one, and mortals should not worry about the past. But as long as you remember that you are Si Nan Xing in this life, then it doesn't hurt to listen."

"You were a Taoist priest at that time. You were seriously injured, and your time was running out. You staggered to the top of the mountain and said that you wanted to see the mountains and rivers you had conquered. I grew up on the mountain you climbed up."

"I just got spiritual consciousness. I know that half of me is lifeless and half is full of vitality. I probably won't last long, so I couldn't help but talk to you."

"You said...you, a half-dead person, met me, a half-dead tree. It was also fate. You gave me... four words, and I realized the Tao in an instant.

Si Nanxing was very unfamiliar with this story. He propped his chin and listened for a while, then asked, "Which four words?"

In fact, he was just asking casually, but he didn't expect Zhu Youjun's face to darken visibly, Si Nanxing's heart skipped a beat.

Zhu Youjun slowly turned his head: "...forgot."

This is talking nonsense with open eyes, how could he forget the four words that enlightened him.But his expression...Si Nanxing couldn't help but muttered in his heart, probably not a good word.

He can't give others "the hero spares his life" or "come here for a visit", right?

Ordinary people shouldn't be so wicked, but this person is himself, and Si Nanxing has no reason to have no confidence in his past life.

Zhu Youjun changed the subject abruptly: "In the past few days, don't forget to bring your token when you go out. Ba Snake has a nerve in his head, maybe he will come again. If the token is attacked, I will sense it."

Si Nanxing nodded, and asked casually, "Then are you coming for dinner tomorrow?"

Zhu Youjun glanced at him, he was undecided: "It depends on the situation, if there are no evil spirits, I will come here when I have nothing to do."

Si Nanxing nodded with a smile: "Okay, then I hope that the sea and rivers in the world will be clear, and you don't have to bother Zhu Youjun to make a move, so that you can come to my place for a meal when you are free."

Lord Zhuyou fixed his eyes on him, and agreed: "Okay."

With a wave of his sleeves, he quietly disappeared into this small courtyard, which was different from the grandiose appearance when he came.

Yuchi probed his head: "Is Lord Zhuyou gone?"

"Let's go." Si Nanxing nodded at him.

Yuchi breathed a sigh of relief: "If you don't leave, Mr. Zhuyou, little boss, your pot will be rubbed down with a layer of iron."

Sha Ya struggled to protest: "I'm just doing my best to clear the pot, why..."

Si Nanxing turned his head, with a confused expression: "You guys still wash it yourself? I installed the dishwasher."

The antique errand who had never seen a dishwasher and the poor girl fell silent at the same time.