Chapter 327 You are a fucking Tibetan Mastiff, guarding your food like this!

Rice noodles are very popular.

Food has no boundaries, even in a funeral home.

It’s not just Tik Tok.

Even Weibo has topics related to funeral homes.

The top three hot searches in the city are all about rice noodles, which is awesome.

"Family members, what should we do? What should we do if we can't get into the funeral home? We're waiting online urgently, urgently, urgently, urgently, urgently..."

"To be honest, I'm a sentimental person. Even if my chickens die, I have to cremate them."

"What a coincidence! I'm also very sentimental. All the orchids I raised have died, and I'm planning to give them a try. How about this? I'll take the chickens and you take the orchids, and we'll go to the funeral home and let them return to their roots."

"Hey, I hate to see the suffering of the world. You guys are making it so sentimental, so I'll go and give you a gift."

“…”

The locals go to great lengths to get a bowl of noodles.

A large number of old customers who came from the south city also @the funeral home official account on the Internet, frantically asking for fans.

It is rare for their funeral home to go viral in such an unconventional way and be seen by many netizens, so they naturally have to seize the opportunity to market it well.

After all, the benefits brought are real.

In just over a day, the cremation performance targets were exceeded.

Strike while the iron is hot, an emergency meeting is being held in the museum.

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at the same time.

After finishing his shift, security guard Lao Zhou walked out of the funeral home carrying some crispy whistle powder.

Almost home.

I even deliberately avoided the path to the chess and card room, but as soon as I turned into the alley, I heard the clacking sound of slippers behind me.

"Lao Zhou! Lao Zhou! Wait, what do you have that smells so good?"

I didn't need to look back to know it was my old friend, Old Bear.

Old Zhou felt a tightness in his heart.

He pretended not to hear and just quickened his pace.

But the pace is getting faster and faster.

But the sound of the rolling mass of flesh behind me was getting closer and closer, and the smell of sweat and sour cabbage smelled sour and even hit the back of my neck.

At this moment, Lao Zhou was a little panicked.

Why is this old guy like a leech that can't be shaken off?

"Lao Zhou, why are you running? Give me the crispy whistle powder you're carrying."

"No way, you are a dog-skin plaster!"

Old Zhou's right hand was as fast as lightning, and he put the rice noodles into his arms with a whoosh.

"You're a fucking Tibetan Mastiff! You're so protective of your food! I followed you two miles just by smelling the scent! Give me this powder first. Where did you buy it? I'll buy you another and pay you back later, okay?"

"How can that be? If I don't give it to you, then I won't give it to you. I don't even have enough to eat myself."

The old bear rolled his eyes.

"You're such a stingy person, but it's just a bowl of rice. I'm not stealing your wife."

Lao Zhou was not to be outdone.

"We're an old married couple, we're tired of being together every day. The more we eat this noodle, the more addicted we become. How can we be the same?"

After a while, the old bear got tired of it and pounced on its prey like a hungry tiger.

"Bring it here!"

In the blink of an eye, Lao Zhou's somersault was useless.

The moment the lid of the bowl was opened, the red oil with a crisp aroma exploded.

The old bear froze on the spot, his nostrils dilated so much that peanuts could be stuffed into them.

"This taste is even more tempting than Wang Po's braised pork!"

"Just smell it," Lao Zhou quickly slammed the lid shut. "You stole half a bottle of Erguotou from me last month and I still haven't settled the score!"

"Hey, let's put one thing in perspective!"

Lao Xiong took out a wrinkled package of Furongwang from his trouser pocket.

"Can I exchange this for a bowl of noodles?"

"That's it?" Old Zhou glanced at the cigarette box and squinted at him.

"The last time I saw you, you were smoking soft Zhonghua cigarettes."

The old bear's cheeks twitched as he took out an unopened box of hard gems from his waist pocket.

"Damn, you old Pixiu!"

After getting a box of cigarettes, Lao Zhou chuckled.

Then he suddenly lowered his voice and said

"To tell you the truth, you're getting a great deal. This noodle is specially supplied by our funeral home cafeteria."

"Fuck! What the hell? Are you trying to fool me with food for a dead person?" Lao Xiong's hands trembled and he started cursing.

"Bullshit! This is a heartwarming meal for the family! You want to eat it? And you have to bring the death certificate with you."

"Get lost!"

"Hey, don't disbelieve me! Just check it out yourself on the Internet..."

Lao Zhou suddenly became serious and opened his phone and put it in front of him.

The next second, the old man's pupils trembled in shock.

What?

The funeral home cremated more than 20 people in one day but burned hundreds of bowls of noodles?

I have bad relationships with people and haven’t been able to eat once in the past two days. Do you want to eat because you lack merit?

Pretending to be a family member, I sneaked in to eat...

They also said it was so delicious that even if someone died nearby, you wouldn’t know...

The old bear was confused.

I can't do it at all.

At first I just thought this powder was fragrant, but now it seems that people can eat it without any scruples in funeral homes, so it must taste amazing.

"Then... Lao Zhou, thank you!"

Faced with a long-awaited thank you, Lao Zhou waved his hand in disdain.

"Thank you for nothing, it's so hypocritical. If you really want to thank me, let us have two chariots when we play chess."

"Hey! What's that? As long as I can get this bite of food, I'll even give you my two cars."

Old Bear chuckled and hurried back to the house with the crispy whistle powder.

A few minutes later.

As soon as the key was inserted into the keyhole, Zhao Fengju opened the door a crack.

"Are you back? I just heard you and Lao Zhou talking downstairs."

Lao Xiong responded, put on his slippers, and put the lunch box on the table.

The oil droplets swayed in the plastic bag, and the crisp sound of "crackling" was heard when they hit the wall of the box.

"Stop working so hard, come and have something good to eat."

"How much does this wasteful thing cost?" Zhao Fengju cursed, but her hands honestly untied the plastic bag.

"No money! It's a gift from Old Zhou."

"Old Zhou is so generous? Are you kidding me?"

Zhao Fengju rolled her eyes, but the next second, the fragrance exploded.

Her mentality also changed instantly.

After all, among eating, drinking and having fun, eating is the first priority. In the face of delicious food, people's self-control often appears fragile.

"Hey, this powder is cold, let me heat it up in the microwave."

Zhao Fengju ran to the kitchen with the lunch box, her steps as light as a little girl.

Soon, as the temperature rose, the aroma of the crispy whistle powder became more tempting.

It is no exaggeration to say that they can drink it up with great enthusiasm even if their saliva is spitting out like wind.

Ding~~~

The microwave oven makes a crisp sound, and heating is completed.

Zhao Fengju came out with steaming rice noodles:

"Hoohoo, it's so hot, eat it while it's hot, old man!"

The old bear shook his head.

"What are you talking about? You want me to eat alone? Do you think I, Old Bear, am that kind of person?"

He held his wife's hand emotionally.

"Feng Ju, we are both old. You have been with me all your life, and you didn't enjoy happiness when you were young. Now I want you to enjoy happiness with me. Be good and listen..."

Zhao Fengju's face flushed red with shame, and she punched her man weakly with her fists.

"Old and dishonest~"

"A woman who can make her man be indecent towards her for a lifetime is a truly attractive woman."

Zhao Fengju was shy, wanting to laugh but feeling embarrassed.

"screw you."

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(End of this chapter)