Song Mian couldn't bear to see Zhang Guiying sad, so she quickly took her hand and comforted her, "Grandma, please don't think so much! I'm happy just to be with you now. Besides, it's a good thing that I'm growing up, which means I'll have more opportunities to be with you in the future."
As she spoke, Song Mian smiled even more brightly and quickly said to Zhang Guiying, "Grandma, I can earn a lot of money every day now. When I've saved enough for my retirement, I'll take you to your favorite Jiangnan town and buy you a house there!"
“Okay, Grandma knows our little girl is the best. Grandma is waiting for that day!” Zhang Guiying agreed immediately.
“However, your grandfather has always been…you know what kind of person he is. You’ve swindled 600,000 from them this time. Who knows what your grandfather might do to you? What do you plan to do then?” Zhang Guiying asked worriedly.
"He can't control me, Grandma, don't worry." Song Mian comforted Zhang Guiying and then chatted with her for a while.
Song Mian waited at the funeral clothing shop early that evening.
Song Mian waited until 2 a.m. before she finally heard the shop door being pushed open.
"Welcome..." Song Mian subconsciously looked towards the backyard.
The glass door leading to the backyard remained motionless, but the front door of the shop was pushed open from the outside.
Seeing Qi Yefeng walk in from outside looking exhausted, Song Mian was a little surprised: "Mr. Qi, what brings you here at this time?"
"Isn't it all because of you?" Qi Yefeng gave Song Mian a resentful look. "The ancestor appeared in my dream around 10 o'clock just now, telling me to go to the outskirts of the city to dig a pit in the middle of the night, and also instructing me to make sure to deliver what I dug out to you."
Qi Yefeng placed a dark black stone box on the counter.
Seeing that the box was still covered in fresh dirt, Song Mian looked at Qi Yefeng with a puzzled expression: "Mr. Qi, what is this?"
"The Ancestor only told me to bring the things to you, but I don't know the specifics," Qi Yefeng said, his gaze sweeping around the room. "Has the Ancestor arrived yet?"
"Not yet..." Song Mian had barely finished speaking when she saw Lin Jiaojiao push open the glass door to the backyard.
Ring ring -
Qi Yefeng watched as the glass door suddenly opened by itself, followed by a gust of cold wind that made him feel chilly all over, causing him to shiver involuntarily: "Is it the Ancestor who has arrived?"
"Yes. Jiaojiao, you brought your friend with you?" Song Mian looked at Lin Jiaojiao and the male ghost on her back with suspicion.
The male ghost looked very unwell and weak.
“This is a customer I brought for you in the ghost realm, young boss. This is Mr. Zhang… Anyway, now is not the time for introductions. Boss Song, quickly prepare a bowl of wonton noodles for him! The box that Ye Feng brought contains his money; feel free to take it.” Lin Jiaojiao said, already putting the male ghost down.
"I'm so sorry, I was in poor health when I was alive, and I'm also more prone to weakness after becoming a ghost. I need to eat more offerings than ordinary ghosts to gain energy, and wonton noodles are my favorite..." Zhang Tiansheng said weakly.
"Coming, coming, the wonton noodles will be here soon," Lin Jiaojiao quickly reassured Zhang Tiansheng.
Song Mian was stumped by this 'wonton noodles'.
Fortunately, there's a night market on the next street that's open until 5 a.m., so there might be a shop selling wonton noodles there.
"Mr. Qi, let's go, I'll treat you to a late-night snack!" Song Mian pulled Qi Yefeng along and had him drive to the next street, where they successfully bought four bowls of wonton noodles.
The total cost was less than thirty yuan. After returning to the shop, Song Mian gave two bowls to Lin Jiaojiao and Zhang Tiansheng respectively.
Even though Qi Yefeng was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but be surprised when he watched the two bowls of wonton noodles disappear: "Boss Song, can you really just give food to ghosts?"
Chapter 75
While eating noodles, Song Mian examined the tightly closed stone box that couldn't be opened: "Yes, not only food, but also all sorts of useful things, I can give them directly to the ghost. Mr. Qi, if you need anything in the future that you would like me to pass on to Jiao Jiao, you can just tell me."
Qi Yefeng moved closer to Song Mian: "Then could you bring things from the Ghost Realm to the Human Realm instead?"
“Unfortunately, I cannot bring anything from the ghost realm back to the world of the living,” Song Mian said.
Qi Yefeng asked with some regret, "Why?"
After thinking for a moment, Song Mian explained, "Simply put, you can crush this wonton into pieces, but you can't put it back into its original shape. Things in the Ghost Realm have lost their 'life,' so I can send things that still have 'life' from the living world to the Ghost Realm, but I can't give life back to things that have lost their 'life.'"
Qi Yefeng nodded thoughtfully: "I think I understand."
Song Mian quickly called to Qi Yefeng: "If you understand, come and take a look at this box. It looks like there's some kind of mechanism on it, but I can't open it."
Qi Yefeng nodded thoughtfully: "I think I understand."
Song Mian quickly called to Qi Yefeng: "If you understand, come and take a look at this box. It looks like there's some kind of mechanism on it, but I can't open it."
As Qi Yefeng approached Song Mian, Zhang Tiansheng continued eating the wonton noodles in his bowl.
He couldn't stop eating, one bite after another, while constantly watching Song Mian: "How can this girl make such delicious wonton noodles? She's clearly not Rui'er, it's so strange..."
Seeing that Zhang Tiansheng's condition had improved considerably after eating, Lin Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Boss Zhang, you are a low-level ghost, and you need to eat offerings to maintain your vitality. More than a hundred years have passed since you died, yet you haven't eaten a single bite. If this continues, you will definitely be demoted!"
Food offerings are not necessarily required in the ghost realm, but each ghost needs to eat some offerings every few decades to stabilize its state.
But Chen Shubin was stubborn and insisted on eating only wonton noodles. As a result, he hadn't properly eaten any offerings for almost eighty years. No wonder he was so hungry that he became delirious and went to the management bureau to cause trouble.
“I promised Rui’er that I would eat the wonton noodles she made. I promised her that I would keep my word. As for those people in the Administration Bureau, they bullied me. They insisted that I didn’t have enough funds and didn’t have the authority to check where Rui’er was reincarnated, which is why I got angry.”
Chen Shubin kept eating, even tilting his head back to drink all the soup before revealing a satisfied smile: "This tastes just like the wonton noodles Rui'er makes. I know Rui'er must be back. Quick, take me to see Rui'er!"
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