Chapter 319 Even if the King of Hell comes, you must return to life!

The old man followed the enchanting aroma all the way to the cafeteria.

It was twelve o'clock noon and the cafeteria was crowded with people.

People gradually lined up in front of Su Chen's rice noodle stall.

At this moment, a figure suddenly came to the front of the team.

The old man slammed his dry bark-like palms on the table.

The bubbling bone soup and the greasy aroma of the臊子 sauce in the pot made his mouth water, forming a small puddle on the ground.

"Eat...I want to eat..."

The fat man behind was a little unhappy.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Don't cut in line! We're all queuing!"

The old man didn't even look back.

He stared at the big bowl of minced meat noodles without blinking, ready to reach out to take it.

Su Chen put down the spoon and quickly moved the bowl of noodles away.

Looking at the old man: "Do you have a ticket? Please give me the meal ticket first."

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at him aggrievedly, and smiled foolishly.

"Yes, I have a lot!"

Then he took out a few 100 million yuan bills from Tiandi Bank that he had picked up from somewhere and threw them on the table.

"Hehehe, money, lots of money."

"Oh my god, what a fool!"

The aunties in the team opened their eyes wide and noticed the old man in the gray cloth shirt.

At first glance, he seems normal, but upon closer inspection, his eyes are filled with confusion.

"Oh my, whose idiot ran away? Come out and take him away!"

Su Chen was also a little speechless.

Just as I was about to ask the staff to help find the old man's family, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a faded sachet hanging around the old man's neck.

The number embroidered in red thread was blackened by oil stains, but the eleven digits could still be barely made out.

The moment the call was connected, Master Kong's hoarse roar came from the other end of the line.

"Dad?! Dad where are you?!"

A familiar voice came, "Master Kong... Master Kong???"

Su Chen was surprised. No wonder Master Kong asked for leave in a hurry just now. It turned out that his father was missing.

"Your father is at my stall..."

"What??? Okay, I'll be right there."

In just five minutes, Master Kong rushed into the cafeteria like a whirlwind.

The old man was squatting in the corner chewing on the sample bowl given by Su Chen, and even the plastic spoon made a crunching sound.

"Dad! Why are you here? How did you find me?"

Master Kong rushed over and hugged the old man, his voice trembling.

The old man glared at him, "Who are you? I don't know you! How can you call someone dad so casually!"

Master Kong was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm your son Kong Rong! You don't remember me, but I have a photo!"

As a result, the old man didn't even look at it. He just broke away from his son and pointed his greasy fingers at the bowl.

"It smells so good! Xiuqing, please smell it. Eat it, eat it too..."

The Xiuqing he mentioned was his wife who had passed away three years ago, Master Kong’s mother.

The crowd suddenly quieted down.

The fat man who had just complained had his Adam's apple rolling, and the old lady wiped her eyes.

They all came here to see their relatives and friends off for the last time.

Now, how can we not feel the living’s most burning thoughts for the deceased from the old man’s crazy eating habits?

"Brother Su, could you please fill a bowl for the old man?"

Master Kong took out his cell phone with red eyes and was about to buy a meal ticket, but was held back by Su Chen.

"The meal ticket is easy to deal with. Let's give it to the old man first."

The people behind him knew that the old man was abnormal, but they didn't say anything.

As soon as a large bowl of minced meat noodles was served, the old man snatched it away.

The meat sauce is oily and fragrant. Just stir it twice and it will stick to every rice noodle.

Slurp~

It is soft and chewy yet chewy, smooth, mellow and fragrant.

“Delicious…delicious…”

Seeing that things here had calmed down, Su Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Master Kong's father was safe and sound.

But it’s really strange how this old man found himself here.

…

As bowl after bowl of noodles came out of the pot, the entire cafeteria area became a large-scale scene of delicious food.

The family members who bought the noodles first gathered around the table in groups of three or five, stirring the noodle soup and starting to eat.

Those who didn’t get a seat simply squatted in the corner and ate from their bowls.

Twelve old-fashioned ceiling fans were creaking and spinning overhead, but they couldn't blow away the aroma of rice noodles that filled the air.

One of the brothers with the gold chain held the urn in his left hand and picked up the chopsticks with his right hand and reached into the bowl.

With a hissing sound, the rice noodles covered with sauce and minced meat were pulled up.

Oil spots splashed out happily, and a few drops landed right on his sunglasses, instantly covering them with chili oil.

But it couldn't stop his burning desire to eat.

Slurp——

After taking the first sip, Brother Jinlian froze completely.

Is this rice noodles?

As a food blogger, he usually loves to visit small restaurants.

I had planned to stop broadcasting for a day and handle my uncle's funeral in a low-key manner, but the reality is that luck doesn't allow it!

It’s a rare opportunity to eat such unprecedented and delicious minced meat noodles, so what are you waiting for? Start the live broadcast and make it!

Brother Jinlian immediately took out his mobile phone and opened the live broadcast software.

"Guess what treasure I found in the funeral home cafeteria today! It's this bowl of rice noodles, absolutely amazing!"

Seeing the reminder of the broadcast, many viewers instantly flocked into the live broadcast room.

"Fuck, Brother Jinlian, you said you'd stop broadcasting, why are you so crazy? And you're even visiting a funeral home?"

"Is the anchor possessed by a ghost?"

"Don't talk nonsense in front of me, this is called hell food!"

"Eating live at a funeral home? Tsk tsk! Only Brother Jinlian can do it!"

“…”

Brother Jinlian didn’t have time to read the comments.

His eyes were focused on the minced meat noodles, and he scooped up a spoonful of soup base and directly put it in front of the camera.

"Did you see that, family? Based on my years of experience as a foodie, there must be a variety of spices in this, and the pork bone broth is so delicious! Oh my god! It smells so good!"

As he was speaking, Brother Jinlian suddenly choked, his Adam's apple rolled wildly, and he let out a terrifying gulp.

I saw him lean over and take a big sip, then give a thumbs up to the camera.

"Ha~ Not only does it look good, it tastes great too. Just the minced meat and the wide noodles are so fragrant that even the King of Hell would be driven back to life!"

Brother Jinlian was completely impressed by this bowl of minced meat noodles.

He simply threw his uncle's urn on the dining table and rubbed his greasy hands on his mourning clothes.

"Uncle, you've been staring at me for so long, you should eat something. Come on, everyone, start firing your rockets and give me some fuel on my journey to the underworld!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared and the barrage of comments was refreshed rapidly.

"Hahaha, Xiaochu is so powerful!"

"Uncle: My nephew is so filial. Help me up and try the taste."

"Fuck, anchor, you're making me hungry. Please send me the address of the funeral home."

"Big brother is awesome, the best crematorium eater!"

“…”

Various barrages of comments emerged one after another, and Brother Jinlian grinned and laughed.

"Thank you all for your gifts and little hearts. New bosses, remember to follow us in the upper left corner. I'll continue the live broadcast of eating noodles!"

So cool!

It is true that when you try to plant flowers, they don't bloom, but when you plant willows by accident, they grow into a shade.

In just a short while, I gained 500 followers. I would never be able to achieve such success if I just broadcast normally.

It must be my uncle’s spirit in heaven, knowing that live streaming is not easy, and he came to help me...

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(End of this chapter)