Chapter 321 This World is Too Crazy

Seeing someone asking for directions, Mr. Huang, the cafeteria manager, was a little confused.

He subconsciously pointed to the back of the corridor, his tone somewhat mechanical:

"The cafeteria...go inside, turn right, then left, and you'll see the green door."

"Oh, thank you!"

Several people ran straight towards him without stopping, not even giving him a spare glance.

Manager Huang stood there, looking at their backs, his heart full of confusion.

Before he could figure it out, the second group of people came over.

This time it was three young men.

Two men and one woman, with excited expressions on their faces and brisk steps, as if they were attending a party.

"The cafeteria is over here, right?"

One of the boys asked excitedly.

"Huh? ...Yes, go inside, turn right, then turn left..."

The three of them smiled and thanked them, then excitedly ran after the group of people in front.

"Hello, cafeteria..."

The third diner slipped away just as quickly.

Manager Huang froze in place again, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

No, what's going on?

So you guys come to the funeral home in waves, are you here to eat?

Has the world become too crazy?

Or is there something wrong with him?

Manager Huang felt that there was a huge deviation in his cognition and he could not understand these people's behavior at all!

Until a middle-aged man in a black suit, looking a little tired, stopped in front of him.

"Hello, how do I get to the morgue?"

The man asked, his voice a little hoarse.

Manager Huang finally felt a little relieved.

Finally there is a normal person. It seems that not everyone comes here for the cafeteria.

He pointed to the corridor, but before he could answer, he saw the middle-aged man being quickly pulled away by people who had caught up from behind.

A word floated in the air.

"It's okay, they've already arrived. We just got off work and are still hungry, so let's eat something good first."

When Manager Huang heard this, his CPU was about to burn out.

When visiting the funeral home, shouldn't you first go to the morgue to deal with matters related to the deceased?

His face was blank and his mind was full of absurdity.

Driven by strong curiosity, he followed and wanted to see what was going on.

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At the rice noodle stall.

Su Chen turned on a high fire and placed five large bowls on the table. He boiled the noodles, seasoned them, added soup, and quickly served them in an assembly line.

The queue of diners stretched from the stalls to the corridor and even turned a corner.

Manager Huang stared at the scene in front of him in amazement, and the CPU burned even more thoroughly.

He worked in the funeral home for ten years.

The original intention of setting up this canteen was to provide convenience for employees.

Later, the funeral home's business grew.

The bereaved families were busy all day and couldn't even have a hot meal. The museum decided to open the canteen to the public based on the principle of humanitarian care.

But even when the canteen business was at its peak, there had never been a situation like this one.

It's simply magical.

The manager rubbed his temples and couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried.

Based on the principle of joining if you can't beat them.

He decided to taste it himself, so he walked silently to the end of the line.

The people in front were completely oblivious to Manager Huang's presence and were only focused on discussing this legendary bowl of rice noodles with their companions.

"I heard this bowl of noodles is so delicious that it can make you forget your sorrows! I'm really looking forward to it."

"That's right! My friend came here to eat it during the day and said it was the best noodles he had ever eaten in his life, bar none!"

The manager was stunned and became even more curious.

After a batch of minced meat powder was ready, Su Chen did not stop and started the next batch.

The first few diners in line, each holding their own large bowls, turned around and went back to the end of the line, eating while waiting in line for the next round.

Mainly things like wide noodles.

One bowl is not enough to fill you up, but if you buy two bowls together you’re afraid the food will become clumpy, so the best option is to just eat while waiting in line.

Manager Huang was confused again. What kind of strange behavior was this?

I couldn't help but turn around and kindly remind him.

"There's plenty of space in the cafeteria, so it's the same if you come back to buy more after you finish eating."

The diner held the noodles with an expression of "You are so naive" on his face.

I came here specifically because I had noodles after attending a relative's funeral during the day.

And he is far from the only one like this.

He alone knows quite a few friends, not to mention those who recommend each other.

"Later? Wait until the next wave of people arrive. Who knows how long the queue will be?"

"Ah? Someone else is coming?"

Manager Huang thought that was all, but from the tone of his voice, he knew there seemed to be more customers wanting to eat minced meat noodles.

"Of course! Do you think this bowl of noodles is just a joke? If it doesn't taste good, I'll chop it up live."

The diner said this and ignored the manager.

He slurped up a mouthful of wide noodles and squinted his eyes with happiness.

Manager Huang: ...

Is it that so?

However, this minced meat powder does smell delicious.

Listening to the chewing sounds behind me and smelling the food, I suddenly felt hungry too.

Finally, it was his turn.

Chef Kong, who was bored, was helping to serve condiments to the diners. He looked up and was stunned when he saw Manager Huang.

"Manager, why are you queuing up too?"

"Well... there are a lot of customers today, so I came to check the quality of your food."

Manager Huang wiped his face and made up an excuse.

"Okay, since you don't like spicy food, I won't add chili oil."

Master Kong smiled but didn't point it out.

Manager Huang took the bowl and looked down.

The rice noodles in the bowl are as crystal clear as a jade belt, the soup is rich, the meat sauce is piled up to the brim, and the aroma is fragrant.

He couldn't help swallowing, picked up a handful of rice noodles with chopsticks, blew on it, and put it into his mouth.

For a moment, the manager was stunned.

It’s hard to imagine that this is just an ordinary and homely rice noodle dish.

The wide noodles are smooth and chewy. I almost couldn’t suck them up with a “slurp”. The noodles also reveal the delicious taste of collagen.

The meat sauce is the soul of this bowl of rice noodles. The lean meat is firm and chewy, while the fatty parts melt in your mouth, releasing a rich aroma of fat without feeling greasy at all.

With every bite, the flavors are layer upon layer, so rich that it will make you drop your jaw, and the aftertaste is quite lingering!

Originally, I just hired a temporary worker to make up the numbers, but who knew that he would actually become a great god.

This level is really too outrageous.

Manager Huang finished a bowl in no time and licked his lips with satisfaction.

There was only one thought in my mind: Su Chen must be kept!

Of course, he doesn't want to turn the funeral home into a popular internet spot or something with unique features. After all, the funeral home still has to focus on its main business.

I just want to satisfy my appetite and add a little happiness to my boring work.

However, this is not something he can decide.

I'm afraid the boss will have to come and negotiate in person, and the salary must be much higher than that of ordinary employees.

Thinking of this, Manager Huang silently took out his mobile phone and edited a message.

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(End of this chapter)