Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 319 Even if the King of Hell comes, you must return to the world of the living!
The old man followed the enchanting aroma all the way to the cafeteria.

It was twelve o'clock noon and the cafeteria was crowded with people.

People lined up in front of Su Chen's rice noodle stall one after another.

At this moment, a figure suddenly came to the front of the team.

The old man slammed his dry bark-like palms on the table.

The bubbling bone soup and the greasy aroma of the sauce in the pot made his mouth water, forming a small puddle on the ground.

"Eat...I want to eat..."

The fat man at the back was a little unhappy.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Don't cut in line! We are all queuing!"

The old man didn't even look back.

He stared at the big bowl of minced meat noodles without blinking, ready to reach out for it.

Su Chen put down the spoon and quickly moved the bowl of noodles away.

Look at the old man: "Do you have a ticket? Please give me the meal ticket first."

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at him aggrievedly, and smiled foolishly.

"Yes, I have a lot!"

Then he took out a few 100 million yuan bills from Tiandi Bank that he had picked up from somewhere and threw them on the table.

"Hehehe, money, so much money."

"I'm going to be a fool."

The aunties in the team widened their eyes before they noticed the old man in the gray cloth shirt.

At first glance, he seems normal, but upon closer inspection, his eyes are filled with confusion.

"Ah, whose idiot ran away? Come out and take him away!"

Su Chen was also a little speechless.

Just as I was about to ask the staff to help find the old man's family, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a faded sachet hanging around the old man's neck.

The number embroidered in red thread was smudged black by oil stains, but the eleven digits could still be barely made out.

The moment the call was connected, Master Kong's hoarse roar came from the other end of the line.

"Dad?! Where are you, Dad?!"

A familiar voice came, "Master Kong... Master Kong???"

Su Chen was surprised. No wonder Master Kong asked for leave in a hurry just now. It turned out that his father was missing.

"Your father is at my stall..."

"What??? Okay, I'll be right there."

In just five minutes, Master Kong rushed into the cafeteria like a whirlwind.

The old man was squatting in the corner chewing on the tasting bowl given by Su Chen, and even the plastic spoon made a crunching sound.

"Dad! Why are you here? How did you find me?"

Master Kong rushed over and hugged the old man, his voice trembling.

The old man glared at him, "Who are you? I don't know you! How can you call someone else dad casually!"

Master Kong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I am your son Kong Rong! You don't remember me again, but I have a photo!"

As a result, the old man didn't even look at it. He just broke away from his son and pointed his greasy fingers into the bowl.

"It smells so good! Xiuqing, please smell it. Eat it, eat it too..."

The Xiuqing he mentioned was his wife who had passed away three years ago, Master Kong’s mother.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

The fat man who had just complained had his Adam's apple rolling, and the old lady wiped her eyes.

They all come here to see their relatives and friends off for the last time.

Now, how can we not feel the living’s most passionate thoughts for the deceased from the old man’s crazy eating habits?

"Brother Su, could you please fill a bowl for the old man?"

Master Kong took out his cell phone with red eyes and was about to buy a meal ticket, but was held back by Su Chen.

"The meal ticket is easy to deal with. Let's give it to the old man first."

The people behind him knew that the old man was abnormal, but they didn't say anything.

As soon as a large bowl of minced meat noodles was served, the old man snatched it away.

The meat sauce is oily and fragrant. Just stir it twice and it will stick to every strand of rice noodles.

Slurp!
Soft and chewy, smooth and rich. "Delicious...delicious..."

Seeing that things here had calmed down, Su Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Master Kong's father was safe and sound.

But it’s really strange how this old man found his way here.

……

As bowl after bowl of noodles came out of the pot, the whole cafeteria area became a large-scale delicious scene.

The family members who bought the noodles first gathered around the table in groups of three or five, stirring the noodle soup and starting to eat.

Those who failed to grab a seat simply squatted in the corner and ate from their bowls.

Twelve old-fashioned ceiling fans were creaking in circles overhead, but they couldn't blow away the rice noodle aroma that was swirling in the air.

One of the brothers with a gold chain held the urn in his left hand and picked up the chopsticks with his right hand and reached into the bowl.

With a hissing sound, the rice noodles covered with sauce and minced meat were pulled up.

Oil spots splashed out happily, and a few drops splashed right onto his sunglasses, instantly covering them with chili oil.

But it couldn't stop his burning desire to eat.

chirp-

After taking the first sip, Brother Jinlian froze completely.

Is this rice noodles?

As a food blogger, he usually likes to visit cheap restaurants.

I had planned to stop broadcasting for a day and handle my uncle's funeral in a low-key manner, but the reality is that luck didn't allow it!
It’s a rare opportunity to eat such unprecedented delicious minced meat noodles, so what are you waiting for? Start the live broadcast and make it!

Brother Jinlian immediately took out his mobile phone and opened the live broadcast software.

"Guess what treasure I found in the funeral home cafeteria today! It's this bowl of rice noodles. In one word, it's amazing!"

Seeing the reminder of the start of the broadcast, many viewers instantly flocked into the live broadcast room.

"Fuck, Brother Jinlian, you said you would stop broadcasting, why are you crazy? And you're even visiting a funeral home?"

“Is the anchor possessed by a ghost?”

"Don't talk nonsense in front of you, this is called hell food!"

"Going to a funeral home to eat live? Tsk tsk! Only Brother Jinlian can do it!"

"..."

Brother Jinlian didn’t have time to read the comments.

His eyes were focused on the minced meat noodles, and he scooped up the soup base and directly put it in front of the camera.

"Did you see that, family members? According to my years of experience as a foodie, there must be a variety of spices in this soup, and the pork bone soup is so delicious! It smells so good!"

As he was speaking, Brother Jinlian suddenly choked, his Adam's apple rolled wildly, and a terrifying gulp sound broke out.

I saw him lean over and take a big sip, then give a thumbs up to the camera.

"Ha~ Not only does it look good, it tastes great too. The minced meat and the wide noodles are so delicious that even the King of Hell would come back to life!"

Brother Jinlian was completely impressed by this bowl of minced meat noodles.

He simply threw his uncle's urn on the dining table and rubbed his greasy hands on his mourning clothes.

"Uncle, you've been staring at me for so long, why don't you eat something? Come on, let's all fire up our rockets and give my uncle a boost on his way to the underworld!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared and the barrage of comments was refreshed rapidly.

"Hahaha, Xiaode is so powerful!"

"Uncle: My eldest nephew is so filial. Help me up and try the taste."

"Fuck, anchor, you're making me hungry. Please send me the address of the funeral home."

"Big brother is awesome, the best at eating food in crematoriums!"

"..."

Various comments appeared one after another, and Brother Gold Chain grinned and laughed.

"Thank you all for your gifts and little hearts. New bosses, remember to click "Follow" in the upper left corner. Next, the anchor will continue to live broadcast eating noodles!"

cool!

It’s true that flowers planted with intention do not bloom, but willows planted with no intention of planting create shade.

In just a short period of time, the number of fans increased by 500. It is impossible to achieve such success through normal broadcasts.

It must be my uncle’s spirit in heaven, knowing that it’s not easy to live stream, so he came to help me…

……

(End of this chapter)