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That night, when the ghost market opened, the family restaurant also opened to welcome customers.

The old diners who came to eat found that the restaurant where there was always only a small boss had an extra brother who helped the cook today. Although this little brother didn't talk much, he was quite handsome, and he was very attractive just by looking at it. Eat two bowls of rice.

"Young man, what's your name?" The old man cheerfully ate a fish wonton, and stopped Si Buhui who came to pass on the dishes.

Si Buhui stopped, and politely replied to the old man, "Si Buhui."

"Si Si what?" The uncle was a little deaf, and Si Buhui's name was a mouthful, so naturally he couldn't hear clearly.So Si Buhui slowed down and repeated his name "Si Buhui"

The uncle let out an "oh", and then asked, "You were hired by our son as a waiter"

"No." Honest as Si Buhui, of course he continued to tell the truth in his heart, "He Chen is my wife, and it's only natural for me to help my wife run the restaurant together."

Uncle, "Ah, you mean you are our son's husband" Uncle has been deaf for a long time, not only asking others to speak loudly to him, but also unconsciously turning his own voice louder.Therefore, the uncle's words seemed to have a loudspeaker effect, and spread throughout the entire front hall for a while. All the diners who were eating put down their chopsticks and looked this way.

"Chenzi is actually married"

"Chenzi actually found a young man"

"Let's just be a young man, being nice to Chen Zi is the most important thing"

"That's right, finding a girl may not be as caring as a boy"

He Chen, who was in the back kitchen, cooked a plate of local delicacies, and Si Buhui, who couldn't wait for a long time to serve the dishes, had no choice but to bring the dishes to the front hall by himself.As soon as the curtain was lifted, more than half of the diners gathered around the tables on the right, chatting with Si Buhui with great interest.

"Xiao Si, Chen Zi cooks so well, you are really blessed," one of the aunts said to Si Bugui.

Si Buhui poured a cup of tea for the auntie, "I will also learn how to cook from my wife, so that my wife will not have to work so hard." As soon as the words fell, all the uncles and aunts around who were listening applauded and said, "Chenzi married well!" good".

He Chen, who has lost his temper countless times this day because of the name problem, has completely lost his temper. He can even control his emotions and serve the ground three delicacies to the table, put down the plate and say to Si Buhui, "Go and cut some wild rice. .”

Seeing the other party coming out, the people who were chatting gathered around one after another, "Chenzi, why don't you say anything when you're married?"

He Chen looked at the sky and murmured, "Yes, I also really want to know when I got married."

One night, the two greeted and sent off batch after batch of diners, and the news of "the boss's wedding" was rumored among the diners, and some diners booed and asked for "the boss's wedding discount to be happy". He agreed, but at the end of the checkout, he still miscalculated the price without any accident. Looking at the diner's eyes that clearly misunderstood, He Chen didn't even bother to explain.

However, with the help of Si Buhui as the cook, during the business hours of the day, He Chen did feel a lot more relaxed. Looking at the thick stack of bills when he finally counted the total sales, his mood improved again.

Forget it, misunderstanding is misunderstanding, anyway, everyone will understand in two months.

After counting the tickets, He Chen locked all the money in the drawer, raised his head and raised his voice to ask Si Buhui who was arranging the tables and chairs, "Si Buhui, do you want to eat something before going to bed?" Then he saw Si Buhui's eyes brighten. He nodded brightly to himself.

There was still a little gnocchi left in the back kitchen. He Chen took green peppers and beef tenderloin and fried the gnocchi on the iron plate, added salt, sugar, pepper and a little secret sauce to make two A bowl of fragrant beef tenderloin noodles with green pepper and green pepper. He put the big one in front of Si Buhui, and said with a smile, "Although eating this before going to bed is not easy to digest, but you have been exercising all night, and you are allowed to make an exception." You have a taste, this is made with my exclusive secret recipe."

But there was no need for He Chen to persuade him, Si Buhui raised his chopsticks, and ate the whole bowl of gnocchi seriously.

Before he lay down that day, He Chen's mind was filled with the image of Si Buhui clumsily carrying dishes and shuttling among the guests. From all the signs before, this was a young master who didn't touch the spring water before he came here, but here he is. After that, he did honestly do what he told him to do, as well-behaved as a robot that had just been programmed.Thinking of this, he began to rejoice that the young master would only stay for two months. If he stayed longer, he was afraid that he would be reluctant to part with such a good labor force.

He Chen slept extremely well this time, and in his dream he was still tasting a bowl of mustard green rice cakes, but when he picked up the bowl, he heard "bang bang bang" in his ears, which scared him to the ground. A whole bowl of rice cake soup was spilled all over him, turning a dream into a nightmare.After he turned around impatiently, the annoying banging sound did not disappear, and even accompanied by a high-pitched "God save me", He Chen struggled to wake up from the dream, only to realize that there was indeed someone I'm taking pictures of the restaurant's entrance.

He Chen yawned and rolled over from the bed, went to the bedroom, flushed his face, shouted "here we come", and hurried downstairs to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, he was startled by the person standing outside the door. This person was covered with deep and shallow red bumps, and some places had even become swollen and pus, showing a disgusting festering feeling. Because of the itching and scratching, there was hardly a piece of intact skin on the forearm and face, and the whole person looked like a special effects actor who ran out of a horror movie.

"Boss He," the man saw He Chen finally opened the door, his eyes showed ecstasy, "Is your little brother still there?"

Only then did He Musheng realize that the highly disfigured person standing in front of him was actually He Musheng.And just over ten hours ago, when the two parted at the vegetable market, he was still healthy and healthy, and there was nothing wrong with him.

He Chen invited him in, poured him a glass of water, and yelled up the stairs, "Si Buhui, come down!"

As soon as the words were finished, Si Buhui opened the curtain with a kitchen knife in his hand, and walked out from the direction of the back kitchen wearing the clothes he casually threw to him yesterday, with a little confusion in his eyes, "Miss, are you looking for me?" "The face is still the face of the handsome boy, but the horror index of the shape is as high as five stars.

He Chen glanced at the kitchen knife in Si Buhui's hand, "What are you doing with the knife?"

Si Buhui said, "Yesterday, lady, you taught me several methods of cutting vegetables. I got up in the morning and had nothing to do, so I practiced it."

"Boss He has been knocking on the door for so long, why don't you open the door for him?" He Chen didn't sleep for eight hours, and now He Chen only felt a dull pain in his head, and even had some regrets for Si Bugui who was clearly on the first floor but refused to open the door. Some resentment.

Si Buhui said sincerely, "Only my wife and I live here, no gods live here."

He Chen yawned again, remembering the scene where the young master introduced himself the day before, "Didn't you say you are the Stove King?"

"" After explaining this issue to He Chen many times yesterday, Si Buhui finally realized that his wife was making fun of him, so he just gave him a slightly aggrieved look.

Seeing that these two people were talking to each other, He Musheng coughed to show his presence, and finally made the two of them turn their attention to him again.

Si Buhui finally noticed the completely disfigured He Musheng, he frowned, and once again protected He Chen behind him like yesterday, "Lady, stay away from him." He Chen just wanted to reach out his hand to cover Si Buhui's face. Mouth, unexpectedly, it was He Musheng who took up the conversation himself, "Yes, yes, I have an evil look on my face, and there are signs of dying. Boss He should stay away from me."

"I was the one who didn't see Mount Tai yesterday." He Musheng changed the subject, and Chong Si Buhui bowed and bowed, "Brother Immortal, you must save me!"

Seeing He Musheng's unrecognizable appearance, He Chen felt a little uncomfortable, patted Si Buhui's arm, pulled him aside, and poured a glass of water for He Musheng himself, "Boss He, what's the matter, sit down and take your time." explain."

He Musheng gratefully took a sip of the water, and told everything about what happened after he parted with the two yesterday.

After parting from the two of them yesterday, He Musheng was still thinking about the words Si Buhui said, and he carried a big bag of vegetables back to the small hotel where he was staying, holding back his breath, and handed the wild vegetables to the front desk of the hotel, explaining that She asked the proprietress of the hotel to help cook, and she took advantage of this time to go back to the room and lie down for a while.When he woke up, he felt extremely itchy all over his body. When he went to the bathroom to take a look, he realized that at some point, densely packed red bumps had appeared on his body.

He Musheng was taken aback by these red bumps, ignored the wild vegetables in the kitchen, hurriedly put on his shoes and went to a small clinic near the hotel to register.The doctor in the clinic tried many methods and still couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, so he had to suggest him to go to the town hospital to see a doctor with better medical skills, so He Musheng went to the emergency department of the township hospital at night. The doctor checked inside and out, and all kinds of instruments couldn't tell what kind of disease it was.

Looking at the doctor's record on the medical record card, He Musheng was filled with despair, almost rolling on the ground in pain.

"Sir, you are here to start a small business from out of town?" The person who recorded the medical records was an old gray-haired doctor. He pushed his glasses and asked.

He Musheng rubbed his itchy calf with the back of his hand, sighed and said, "Yes, I heard that the wild vegetables here in Huaicheng are very nutritious, so I came here specially to buy some back. so."

"Ah." When the old doctor heard that it was a foreign businessman, he immediately changed into a sympathetic look, "Sir, then I advise you to go home and prepare."

"What are you preparing for?" He Musheng asked in confusion.

"Following the matter," the old doctor said slowly, "None of the foreign businessmen who came here to find some business to make a living left our place alive."

"So those who dare to come now are poor people who are ignorant and fearless." The old doctor took off his glasses, took the glasses cloth and wiped them, and put them back on the bridge of his nose. , shaking his heart chills.

The old doctor returned the medical record card to He Musheng, and patted him on the shoulder, "Go back, I'm afraid a god can save you."

This sentence seemed to flip a switch. He Musheng thought of the handsome boy who kept claiming that he was "a sign of dying". He hurriedly bid farewell to the old doctor regardless of his sloppy body, and went back to Yejie to knock on No. 18. the gate.