I open the underworld canteen to continue my life

"Yo, it's a happy event." Si Nanxing only thought he was changing the subject, and smiled very cooperatively, "Then I'll make dinner for everyone today."

He was about to say a few more words when he saw Mr. Zhuyou wiped his hands and took out...the mobile phone from his pocket with a normal expression.

He wore a black T with trousers this time. Although he still had long hair on his head, he was not as eye-catching as the first time we met.But seeing him take out his mobile phone, Si Nanxing suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and Si Nanxing took it out under Zhu Youjun's gesture to take a look. It was a text message: "Fengdu Minfu Service Co., Ltd. transfers RMB 4444.44 to your account ****, note: salary."

It wasn't written on it, but Si Nanxing knew that the other half of the lifespan exchanged for his merits should also extend his life, no matter what, it should be enough for him to live until the next salary payment.

But Si Nanxing looked at the "4" in that row, and still couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: "Graceful and rich?"

Zhu Youjun explained: "Fengdu Netherworld, that adult approved a subsidy for you. If you are worried about life expectancy, you don't need ordinary money, and you can exchange life expectancy."

Si Nanxing thought for a while: "No, let's just leave it at that. If it's running out, Mr. Zhuyou, you can remind me a little more tactfully."

Zhu Youjun raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are you short of money?"

"No shortage." Si Nanxing casually pointed in a direction, "On this street, I have three rooms, and I can live just by collecting rent."

Sha Ya, who was eavesdropping at the door, couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

Si Nanxing looked back at her and laughed, "Yo, are you still here?"

Comrade Sha Ya, who hadn't made up the down payment of the house until his death, spat hard at Si Nanxing's behavior of flaunting his wealth.

Zhu Youjun frowned, feeling very confused: "Since there is no shortage of money, why do you still exchange half of your merits for cash..."

Si Nanxing lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, but didn't answer right away, and only showed Mr. Zhuyou the chat records on his phone after a while.

Among the three groups named "Healthy, Safe and Longevity", Si Nanxing sent a screenshot of his salary: "Dad, Mom, I recently took a job and hired a company's cafeteria. The salary is paid once every ten days."

Followed by a kitten emoticon bag sprinkled with flowers in circles.

The "Moon Princess" whose profile picture on WeChat is a full moon quickly replied: "Baby is awesome!"

"Is it hard work? Can your body handle it? Don't do it if it's too hard!"

The WeChat profile picture is a simple and honest smiling face taken from a cartoon. Sun's "Elder Sun" also echoed: "Pay attention to your body, mom and dad are rich, don't worry about making money."

"Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle Shining Jingjing" whose profile picture is full of Chinese banquets ignored their sticky address and calmly replied: "It's not hard, they know my physical condition and often send people to help. The person in charge is also very good and takes good care of me."

Princess Moon hurriedly praised him: "It's amazing! You have the ambition!"

Father Sun replied happily: "If you won't be tired, you can find something to do."

Zhu Youjun looked at it for a while, and asked Si Nanxing as if confirming: "Princess Moon is your mother, Father-in-law Sun is your father? And that 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Twinkle' is you?"

Si Nanxing rubbed his nose: "Don't read out other people's online names in such a serious manner? I always feel embarrassed..."

Sha Ya seemed to have caught him, and quickly poked his head into his head to laugh at him: "Ha, you still laugh at my screen name Zhong Er, your screen name is so earthy!"

Si Nanxing was not as knowledgeable as her, and raised the spatula in his hand as a threat, Sha Ya immediately shrank his neck and pretended that he hadn't been here.

Only then did Sinanxing turn to Mr. Zhuyou, and he knew from Zhuyoujun's expression that he probably still didn't understand why Sinanxing wanted cash, so he had to explain himself: "You don't understand, in the eyes of the older generation, no matter how much Money, as long as it is earned through hard work, is a symbol of earnest living and positive progress.”

"I opened this cafeteria. Although my life is still at stake, I still have the hope of surviving. I have hope for myself, and I have to give some hope to my family."

When Si Nanxing said these words, the phone in his hand was vibrating constantly. He looked down and saw that Princess Moon had sent a screenshot of his salary to the big family group.

Sinan Xing's family is also a big family, not to be called a wealthy family, but it can also be called a well-off family in an all-round way, with a large number of people and good relationships.You Qi knew about Si Nanxing's physical condition, and now seeing that he was working hard and earning money, they all started to praise him with dignity.

Si Nanxing had no choice but to show up in the group and post a middle-aged and elderly emoji to thank everyone for their praise for his fledgling career.

Mr. Zhuyou has no relatives, and he doesn't quite understand the customs of human beings, but this does not prevent him from feeling emotions from Si Nanxing's smile.

He looked back, human beings seem to be like this, if it is difficult to feed, they will try their best to survive in any harsh environment, but if it is easy to feed, they will often risk their lives for illusory things.

He couldn't help but think of the little Taoist priest who leaned against his tree trunk and closed his eyes with a smile many years ago.

Zhu Youjun lowered his eyes and continued to shred: "Then it's still the same."

He probably understood that the comfort that money brought to his family and the increasing life expectancy represented hope for Si Nanxing.

Si Nanxing said in the group that he was going to work, so he put down his phone and handed over the peeled potatoes: "The cabbage is already cut? Then I'll fry this first."

The characteristics of several side dishes are crisp and refreshing, mainly to relieve the greasiness of the barbecue, the taste should not be too strong, and there is no need to add much salt.

Put the oil in the wok, the sound of "stabbing" vegetables into the wok brings out the fireworks in the world, Si Nanxing raises his hand and presses the range hood, and quickly stir-fries in the steaming heat, so that the cabbage maintains a crisp taste, and then quickly comes out of the wok, Arrange on a large platter.

Zhu Youjun handed him the shredded cucumber.

Si Nanxing smiled and shook his head: "Cucumbers don't need to be fried, they can be eaten raw."

Under Zhu Youjun's perplexed gaze, Si Nanxing twisted up a shredded cucumber and threw it into his mouth, and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Try it."

Zhu Youjun imitated his example and tasted it, nodded his head and commented solemnly: "The grass and trees are fragrant, and there is really no need to stir fry."

Zhu Youjun moved very quickly, and the potato shreds were cut clearly, even better than Si Nanxing's knife skills.

After Si Nanxing praised him, he put the shredded potatoes into the pot, fried them as quickly as the cabbage, and spread them on a large plate to cool.

He and Mr. Zhuyou walked to the courtyard with three dishes of side dishes, pulled a table, put the side dishes on it, and directed Shayao: "The side dishes are more refreshing when they are cold, and Shaya will help watch and drive away the flies. "

Killing the Crow's Eye with resentment: "What kind of fly do you have here, it's only greedy for me!"

Si Nanxing only smiled, and took out the marinated chicken thigh meat from the refrigerator. The oven had already been preheated. He spread the thigh meat on the grill and put it into the oven wearing heat-resistant gloves.

Closing the oven door, I stretched my waist: "Oh, today's meal is really easy. Thanks to Zhu Youjun's help, I don't seem to have much to do."

Zhu Youjun stared at the chicken in the oven, seemed to be very interested in this appliance, he turned his head and said to Si Nanxing: "There is a punishment in Hades, which also uses high temperature to roast sinners, very similar to this."

Si Nanxing: "...the chicken crime doesn't stop there."

Zhu Youjun didn't understand his joke, but Sha Ya and Yu Chi lowered their heads and laughed.

Si Nanxing took a stool and sat in the kitchen, and asked Mr. Zhuyou: "What kind of barbecue rice do you plan to eat later?"

Zhu Youjun repeated his question: "What's the smell?"

Si Nanxing knew at a glance that he must have never eaten barbecue rice, and he didn't know how many flavors of barbecue rice, so he introduced to him with his fingers: "First of all, the original flavor, I have processed the chicken with Orleans marinade Yes, it has a taste in itself, you haven’t tasted the Orleans flavor, have you?”

Zhu Youjun shook his head honestly.

Si Nanxing laughed: "Then try the original flavor first."

"There are also spicy and cumin flavors... In fact, the taste depends on what seasoning you put in, there are also salad dressing, ketchup, mayonnaise, whatever you like to eat, we have a complete range of ingredients here, You can eat whatever you want."

"Mr. Zhuyou hasn't eaten it yet, why don't you have a portion of everything?"

Mr. Zhu You, who had just made up his mind to watch his food intake in front of Si Nanxing not long ago, couldn't help but waver when he saw the oily, orange-yellow roasted chicken drumsticks simmering in the oven.

The particularly domineering aroma wafted out from the cracks in the oven, and the aroma of oil and meat was mixed just right, Zhu Youjun's eyes darkened: "Then try them all."

"Yeah." Si Nanxing smiled brows and eyes, "I received my salary today, and I will give you all a big portion."

Mr. Zhuyou seemed to be infected by his genuine joy, his eyes were also stained with a little smile, he nodded and said: "Okay."

The oven made a "ding" sound, and Si Nanxing came back to his senses from Zhu Youjun's smile. While putting on his gloves, he took out the grilled chicken thigh, thinking absently, Zhu Youjun is used to being cold-faced on weekdays. , at this moment, he was caught off guard and revealed a little smile, which seemed to be...extraordinarily unbearable.

Si Nanxing held the chicken thigh meat with tongs, and used the other hand to cut it into cubes. Although the use of tools could prevent him from being burned, it became extremely difficult to operate.

Zhu Youjun looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to him: "Let me come."

"Ah?" Si Nanxing was taken aback, "This is hot, you..."

Zhu Youjun took the knife from him, pressed it on the steaming and fragrant chicken thigh in vain, followed Si Nanxing's movement to cut a few times, raised his head and asked, "Is that so?"

"Yes." Si Nanxing nodded and watched his movements, and then remembered what he said before ten thousand years later, he would be invulnerable to the indestructible body of King Kong, and he probably wouldn't be afraid of being burned.

Si Nanxing raised his finger: "Ruthless Iron Hand."

Zhu Youjun tilted his head and glanced at him, convinced that he was praising himself, so he continued to work with his head down.The outer skin of the chicken thigh is slightly charred and crispy, but the meat underneath is just right and tender. When the knife is cut, the skin rustles and a lot of bright juice oozes out.

Si Nanxing was holding a huge flat-bottomed basin by the side, and then the barbecue meat that Mr. Zhuyou handed over.

He was about to praise Zhuyou Jun again, when suddenly there were three "quack quack" sounds at his hand, which was the signature laughter of the old witch, a classic villain in a hoarse and thrilling cartoon. Sinanxing's mobile phone.

Si Nanxing quickly washed his hands in embarrassment, turned on the phone and turned off the sound, and said in a low voice, "The alarm clock in my shop, I think this one has more atmosphere."

Anyway, the mobile phone was taken out, Si Nanxing, based on the principle that as long as I am not embarrassed, embarrassment is someone else's principle, he asked casually, "Do you want to add a friend, Mr. Zhuyou?"

He originally thought that Lord Zhuyou would say something that mortals shouldn't have too much relationship with him, but he didn't expect that he put the last bit of roast meat in the basin, washed his hands, and really took his mobile phone to add him as a friend.

Si Nanxing looked at the extra contacts in his mobile phone. His profile picture was pitch black, and his name was "Zhu Youjun".

Zhu Youjun saw him standing still, and asked a little strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Si Nanxing came back to his senses, and said casually, "I was wondering if you guys are doing well."

Lord Zhuyou: "..."

Si Nanxing stood up unhurriedly: "I'll go to open the shop first."

He took out the token and walked towards the gate. At this time, the gate in the small courtyard was open. Si Nanxing threw the token, and it floated up, emitting a shimmering light in mid-air. Si Nanxing held the gates on both sides with both hands, Slowly close the door with a sound.

With a sound of "哐", the scarlet gate passed through the seemingly intangible token and closed tightly, then the token shook slightly, and the light flashed, and the gate in front of me slowly opened outward, revealing the dark night street scene.

After the time of encountering the devil, the gate of yang is closed, and the gate of yin is opened. Here, people and ghosts go the same way, and yin and yang are temporarily connected.