Chapter 320: Crying outside until exhausted, smelling so good inside that I stamp my feet

“Snap!”

Intern Xiaolong slammed the lunch box in his hand to the ground.

He stood at the door of the restaurant and rubbed his eyes blankly.

What's going on?

Why are the family members outside crying until they are exhausted, while the diners inside are stamping their feet because of the delicious food?

The sounds of slurping, exclamations, and the clinking of dishes and chopsticks were intertwined.

There were even family members who placed a large bowl of rice noodles on the urn and enjoyed it.

They are obviously the same group of people!

It was they who collapsed on the ground, it was they who scratched the floor tiles with bloody marks due to their nails, and it was they who banged their heads against the glass curtain wall of the farewell hall.

But the current style of painting is too fragmented.

To be honest, Xiaolong’s first feeling was that this might be his illusion?

After all, as a top student majoring in funeral services, he has done a lot of work such as bathing, dressing and makeup of corpses, and even sleeps next to the morgue. He has seen all kinds of magical things.

I even suspected at one point that I was trapped in a ghost wall or something.

But after Xiaolong took a few steps, he could see more clearly.

It’s really not fake.

It’s just a bowl of minced meat noodles, but it can make the bereaved family members so obsessed with it. It must be something real!

You have to queue up and find out for yourself!

Inside the stall, Su Chen and Butler Ding were busy as hell.

The bamboo colander sank and lifted up, and the snow-white rice noodles rolled in the boiling water, shook off the water droplets, and slid into the large imitation porcelain bowl.

The copper spoon scooped up the milky white bone soup, and as the hot steam rose, the soup bottom took on a pearly luster.

A spoonful of bright red meat sauce is poured down, and the meat particles dance on the surface of the soup, splashing tiny oil stars. Chopped green onions, cilantro, and shredded preserved mustard greens flutter in the air, and finally a drizzle of secret red oil is poured on, and the aroma explodes.

"Okay, please take your time, be careful of the heat~"

Su Chen greeted the guests enthusiastically.

Master Kong, who was standing nearby, was so bored after sending his father home that he couldn't help but come over and talk to him.

"Brother Su, your rice noodle skills are simply outrageous."

"How about I invite the cafeteria manager over here, let him see what you're doing, and then I'll make you a full-time employee."

"If you can stay with your level, the manager will probably kneel down and call you daddy."

Master Kong really wanted Su Chen to stay.

Where can I find a colleague with such excellent cooking skills? I can eat with him every day. Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.

"Uh, no! I just want to be a short-term worker, not a permanent one!"

Su Chen quickly refused.

"Regular employees have great benefits, including five insurances and one housing fund, perfect attendance, and 5,000 yuan a month!"

Master Kong still didn't give up and continued to seduce.

"No, I have other things to do next week, let's talk later."

"Then... okay."

“…”

For about ten minutes, Xiaolong was spinning around with his lunch box.

I have to admit, it smells so good.

Since there were no seats available, he could only eat somewhere else.

Unexpectedly, there was no place for him in the lounge.

I'm just an intern, so I'd better eat standing in the corridor.

Then none of the grief-stricken family members were spared and suffered a severe blow.

But Xiaolong was still standing there, not knowing whether to live or die.

The bowl of minced meat rice noodles in my hand, the rich bone broth with the aroma of minced meat's fat hits you in the face, and the fragrance of chopped green onions and coriander adds a light aftertaste.

Xiaolong stirred the food with his chopsticks, slurped it up, and then gulped down a mouthful of soup.

Ha~ Cool~

The crying family members looked at each other, with tears still on their faces, but there was a hint of irrepressible greed in their eyes.

"Well... you guys do your thing, I'll eat mine, it won't get in the way. I'll just help you keep an eye on it to prevent any trouble..."

Xiaolong spoke incoherently while slurping his rice noodles, completely unaware that he had become the "target of public criticism."

Everyone: ???

What else to say!

Who can stand it! If there's any trouble, it's all your fault!

…

Ten thirty in the evening.

In the past, the funeral home was a bit deserted at this time.

However, tonight was a little different.

Ever since Brother Jinlian strongly promoted it in the live broadcast room, many bold local netizens have been curious and have formed groups to come and check in.

"Uncle, is anyone coming over tonight?"

A young man wearing a baseball cap came to the guard room window and handed Lao Zhou a cigarette with a tentative tone in his voice.

Lao Zhou took the cigarette and skillfully put it behind his ear.

"Yes, you'll know from my duty here that we serve the dead. The dead don't even know why they died, so we provide service 24 hours a day."

It's usually too boring for Lao Zhou to stay here alone. It's rare for someone to come over and chat, so he starts talking all of a sudden.

"However, the bodies brought in at night are usually cremated during the day..."

“Is that so?”

After hearing this, the young man couldn't help but shrink his neck and looked back at his companions behind him.

To be honest, this place gives people a somewhat gloomy feeling.

And even as they were talking, the dead had already been brought over.

It was a black business car. Lao Zhou picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the door of the funeral home opened.

After entering, there will be special people to receive you, so you don’t have to worry too much.

"If you're interested, you can go in and take a look, but just don't disturb the staff at work."

The young man swallowed, feeling both curious and afraid.

After a moment's hesitation, they finally decided to go in and take a look.

After all, they came here to eat minced meat noodles, so they couldn't make a wasted trip.

When I walked into the funeral home, the lights inside were much brighter than at the entrance, but it still gave me a cold feeling.

It was quiet all around, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.

In the distance, several uniformed staff members were pushing a stretcher and slowly walking towards a room.

The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, and the outline was vaguely visible.

"Shh~ Damn, this damn place is so creepy! My legs are shaking and my back is cold... I shouldn't have come here if I had known."

"Is it really worth it for us to come all this way just for a bowl of noodles? Don't let Brother Jinlian fool you! This place doesn't look like it has any good food..."

"Stop complaining, let's go to the cafeteria and take a look."

The young man in the lead waved his hand and walked away with his companions.

In fact, he was a little nervous, but since he was here, he couldn't give up halfway.

Several people walked along the corridor. Some of the signs on the wall had faded and the words were blurred.

Turning a corner, they suddenly saw a uniformed staff member passing by.

"Excuse me, but where is your cafeteria?"

The young man asked directly.

"Uh... the cafeteria?"

The cafeteria manager looked up, a look of confusion on his face.

No matter how you look at this group of giggling young people, they don't look like the family of a bereaved person.

There are actually people coming in from outside looking for the cafeteria?

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(End of this chapter)