Chapter 326: Once the situation is opened, there is no way to stop it
When the diners heard this, they were immediately excited.
"Fuck! In order to stop us, he even caused such a death???"
"No wonder this old man changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. He was smiling just a moment ago, and the next moment he's scolding us like we're his grandsons!"
"Damn, this funeral home is too cruel. It's just a bowl of noodles, is it really that serious?"
Everyone was talking at once, making their own plans in mind.
It was obvious that the old man had his money deducted and was very angry.
If we can make him happy, maybe there will be a chance.
A man rolled his eyes, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and came over with a smile.
"Uncle, your job is not easy. Come, have a cigarette and cool down."
Old Zhou glanced at the pack of cigarettes and didn't take it.
But he didn't refuse, just snorted coldly:
"Don't give me that. I won't buy it."
The man didn't get angry and continued to smile.
"Uncle, you're tall and strong, and you look so imposing and powerful. You can tell you have a big appetite. One bowl of noodles definitely won't fill you up. How about... could you buy a few more bowls? I'm a down-to-earth person, so please be kind. I understand the rules."
Tall and strong, mighty and domineering...
This...what kind of compliment is this?
Although he just said that, Lao Zhou was still very happy.
He narrowed his eyes, stared at the pack of cigarettes for a few seconds, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it calmly, stuffing it into the drawer.
"Okay, since you're so sincere, I'll consider it."
He said slowly, "But let me be frank, are there too many powders?"
When the man heard this, he immediately smiled.
"Alright! Don't worry, sir. I'm a well-behaved person and I won't cause you any trouble!"
Seeing this, other diners also gathered around.
"Uncle, I still have a pack of Furong Wang, would you like to try it?"
"Grandpa, I have a red envelope here. Please accept it as a gift to you!"
"Uncle, can I transfer the money via WeChat? Just tell me the amount and I'll transfer it right away!"
Old Zhou was surrounded by this group of people, but he was very happy in his heart.
Damn, these bastards are quite sensible!
Just now he was being scolded like a grandson by the section chief, but in the blink of an eye he became a popular figure.
In this world, the powerful can really make the devil work!
"Alright, alright, stop pushing! What's the rush? I haven't finished my crispy noodles yet!"
Old Zhou pretended to roar.
Then he slowly picked up the bowl of noodles, took a sip, and deliberately made a "smacking" sound.
The diners also kept silent, for fear of angering this gentleman.
By the time he finished the last mouthful of noodles, Lao Zhou had finally had enough of his arrogance.
He wiped his mouth and then stood up.
"I only have four bowls of breakfast available! Anyone trying to play tricks won't be allowed to come here again!"
It’s not that Old Zhou isn’t willing to help others.
The main reason was that he made so many bowls at once, and he was afraid of being exposed.
Upon hearing this, the diners nodded quickly and didn't dare to say a word.
What can I do? If I don’t do this, I’m afraid this noodle will become even harder to eat in the future.
then.
In the cafeteria, Lao Zhou became the biggest conspicuous person.
He ordered four servings of crispy noodles in one breath, and his aura really scared his colleagues.
This old guy was very stingy yesterday.
As a result, once the situation opened up today, we couldn't stop it.
"Old Zhou, do you raise pigs at home? Didn't I see you coming here just now? Now you want so many pigs. Can you eat them all?"
"What do you know? I just got diabetes, so I get hungry easily, you know!"
“…”
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The other side.
Ever since Brother Jinlian live-streamed himself eating noodles yesterday, some foodies who couldn’t hold back posted the news online.
After receiving a wave of attention, the old diners who knew the location of Su Chen’s stall without any warning started to celebrate.
Among the diners, those who have both money and time have already started booking tickets.
"My boss has been running to the Chengdu Marathon and the Guizhou Funeral Home lately. Why do they always go southwest? No, I have to buy a house in that area. Otherwise, it's too inconvenient to run back and forth and stay in a hotel."
When these words were spoken, the group members who were chatting happily were stunned.
My good mood suddenly disappeared a little.
"Damn rich people, what kind of family are they? They just buy houses whenever they want."
"Wow, why does the boss want to go out to work? Isn't it better to stay in South City?"
"Ahhh, a lot of my boss's fans in my circle of friends are showing off how they went to the Guizhou Funeral Home to look for my boss. I'm going to fight these people."
"Well, don't you think the boss is acting weird this week? Funeral home, minced meat, fresh bone soup, freshly made, this..."
"Shh! Don't let your imagination run wild! The boss must have his reasons for doing this. So, are you going or not?"
"Go!!! We have to go! We've made an appointment to go to the funeral home together!"
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at the same time.
A howl suddenly erupted in the corridor of the funeral home.
"Wow...Mom, I'm scared! There are ghosts here. I want to go home!"
The little fat boy clung to the door frame, his face covered with snot and tears.
"Hush! Ancestor!"
His mother covered his mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Then let's go!"
The little fat boy howled at the top of his lungs, "You promised to buy me KFC, don't cheat this time!"
“It’s almost there!”
The mother was helpless, so the father had to squat down and coax the child.
"I'll take you to the cafeteria right now to eat something even better than fried chicken."
"Dad, you lied! Last time you said the sausages near the Children's Hospital were delicious, but it turns out the needle is thicker than the sausage! Wuwuwu..."
The man was speechless and a little embarrassed.
This child has grown up and can remember things, so he is not easy to fool.
But times are different now.
Everyone has a rough idea of what kind of commotion there is because of this bowl of noodles.
If you don't take advantage of the funeral to have a good meal, it will be difficult next time.
After the couple took turns coaxing and deceiving each other, they finally got the crispy whistle powder.
"Here, this is the bowl. Eat it and leave immediately."
The man swung the bowl of powder under the child's nose.
The little fat boy took a look and sobbed.
Glossy crispy noodles float on the milky white broth, and diced pickled radish are embedded in the noodles like gems.
It had nothing to do with his favorite fried chicken.
"Wow wow wow...I'd rather starve to death than eat a bite from the funeral home. Ugh!"
Before he could finish howling, his mother quickly stuffed a chopstick into his mouth.
The next second, a howl erupted from the funeral home.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!”
The little fat boy jumped three feet high like pulling an onion out of dry land.
Everyone present turned their heads in shock.
"Eat slowly! Don't choke!"
The woman was so scared that she wanted to pick his mouth.
"Don't move!" The little fat boy hugged the bowl as if protecting his food.
"This whistle is even crispier than a McNugget!"
As he spoke, he inhaled two large mouthfuls of powder, not even noticing the oil spots splashing onto his mourning clothes.
My parents were stunned.
My son is so picky about food that he can even count the insect holes in vegetables.
But now he was like a starving ghost, slurping his noodles with a deafening sound.
"Son."
"Are you okay? Are you possessed..."
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(End of this chapter)
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