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

Chapter 320: Crying outside until exhausted, smelling so good inside that you stamp your feet

"Clap!"

The lunch box in the hands of intern Xiaolong fell to the ground violently.

He stood at the door of the restaurant and rubbed his eyes dully.

what happened?

Why are the family members outside crying until they are exhausted, while the diners inside are stamping their feet because of the delicious food?

The sounds of slurping, exclamations, and the clattering of dishes and chopsticks were intertwined together.

There were even family members who placed a large bowl of rice noodles on the urn and enjoyed it.

They are obviously the same group of people!
It was they who collapsed on the ground, it was they who scratched the floor tiles with bloody marks due to their nails, and it was they who banged their heads against the glass curtain wall of the farewell hall.

But the current style of painting is too fragmented.

To be honest, Xiaolong’s first feeling was that this might be his illusion?

After all, as a top student majoring in funeral services, she had done a lot of work such as bathing, dressing and makeup of corpses. She even slept next to the morgue. She had seen all kinds of magical things.

I even wondered at one point if I was trapped in a maze or something.

But after Xiaolong took a few steps, he could see more clearly.

It's not fake.

It’s just a bowl of minced meat noodles, but it can make the bereaved family members so obsessed, it must be something real!

You have to queue up and find out the truth in person!

Inside the stall, Su Chen and Butler Ding were busy.

The bamboo colander sank and was lifted up, and the snow-white rice noodles rolled in the boiling water, shook off the water droplets, and slid into the large imitation porcelain bowl.

The copper spoon scooped up the milky white bone soup, and as the hot steam rose, the soup base took on a pearl-like luster.

A spoonful of bright red meat sauce is poured down, and the meat particles jump on the soup surface, splashing tiny oil stars. Chopped green onions, coriander, and shredded mustard tuber flutter, and finally a circle of secret red oil is poured on, and the aroma explodes.

"Okay, please take your time, be careful of the heat~"

Su Chen greeted the guests enthusiastically.

Master Kong, who was standing nearby, was so bored after sending his father home that he couldn't help but come over and talk to him.

"Brother Su, your level of rice noodle making is simply outrageous."

"How about I invite the cafeteria manager over here, let him see it for himself, and then directly make you a full-time employee."

"If you can stay with your level, the manager will probably kneel down and call you daddy."

Master Kong really wanted Su Chen to stay.

Where can I find such a colleague with such excellent cooking skills? I can eat with him every day. I feel happy just thinking about it.

"Uh, forget it! I just want to be a short-term worker, not a long-term one!"

Su Chen quickly refused.

"Formal employees have very good benefits, including five insurances and one housing fund, and full attendance, and they make 5,000 yuan a month!"

Master Kong still didn't give up and continued to tempt.

"No, I have other things to do next week, let's talk later."

"Then... OK."

"..."

For ten minutes or so, Xiaolong was spinning around with his lunch box.

I have to admit, it smells so good.

Since there were no seats available, he could only eat somewhere else.

Unexpectedly, there was no place for him in the lounge.

I'm just an intern, so I'd better eat standing in the corridor.

Then none of the grief-stricken family members were spared and suffered a severe blow.

But Xiaolong was still standing there, not knowing whether to live or die.

The bowl of minced pork rice noodles in my hand, the rich bone broth with the aroma of minced meat's fat hits you in the face, and the fragrance of chopped green onions and coriander adds a light aftertaste.

Xiaolong stirs the soup with his chopsticks, slurps it up, and then gulps down a mouthful of soup. Ha~ So cool~
The crying family members looked at each other, with traces of tears on their faces, but there was a hint of irrepressible greed in their eyes.

"Well... you guys do your thing, I won't get in the way while I eat mine, I'll just help you keep an eye on it to prevent any trouble..."

Xiaolong spoke incoherently while slurping his rice noodles, completely unaware that he had become the "target of public criticism".

Everyone:? ? ? ?

What else!
Who can stand it! If there is any trouble, it is you who caused it!
……

Half past ten in the evening.

In the past, this spot in the funeral home was a bit deserted.

However, tonight was a little different.

Ever since Brother Jinlian strongly promoted it in the live broadcast room, many bold local netizens have been curious and have formed groups to come and check in.

"Uncle, is there anyone coming over tonight?"

A young man wearing a baseball cap came to the window of the guard room and handed Lao Zhou a cigarette with a tentative tone in his voice.

Lao Zhou took the cigarette and skillfully put it behind his ear.

"Yes, you will know that I am on duty here. We serve the dead. The dead don't know why they died, so we provide service 24 hours a day."

It's usually too boring for Lao Zhou to stay here alone. It's rare that someone comes over to chat, and he immediately starts talking.

"However, the bodies brought in at night are usually cremated during the day..."

"That's it!"

After hearing this, the young man couldn't help but shrink his neck and looked back at his companions behind him.

To be honest, this place gives people a somewhat gloomy feeling.

And even as they were talking, the dead had already been brought in.

It was a black business car. Lao Zhou picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the door of the funeral home opened.

After entering, there will be special people to receive you and you don't have to worry too much.

"If you are interested, you can go in and take a look, but please don't disturb the staff at work."

The young man swallowed, feeling both curious and scared.

After a moment's hesitation, they finally decided to go in and take a look.

After all, they came here to eat minced meat noodles, so they couldn't make a wasted trip.

When I walked into the funeral home, the lights inside were much brighter than at the entrance, but it still gave me a cold feeling.

It was quiet all around, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.

In the distance, several uniformed staff members were pushing a stretcher and slowly walking towards a room.

The stretcher was covered with white cloth, and the outline was vaguely visible.

"Hiss~ Damn, this damn place is so creepy! My legs are shaking and my back is cold... I shouldn't have come here if I had known."

"Is it really worth it for us to come all the way here just for a bowl of noodles? Don't be fooled by Brother Jinlian! This place doesn't look like it has any delicious food..."

"Stop complaining, let's go, let's go to the cafeteria and take a look first."

The young man in the lead waved his hand and walked away with his companions.

In fact, he was a little nervous, but since he was here, he couldn't give up halfway.

Several people walked along the corridor. Some of the signs on the wall had faded and the words were unclear.

Turning a corner, they suddenly saw a uniformed staff member passing by.

"Excuse me, but where is your cafeteria?"

The young man asked directly.

"Uh...the cafeteria?"

The cafeteria manager looked up, a look of confusion on his face.

No matter how you look at this group of giggling young people, they don't look like the family members of the deceased.

There are actually people coming in from outside to look for the cafeteria?
……

(End of this chapter)