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

Chapter 327 You are a fucking Tibetan Mastiff, you guard 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 trending 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 are waiting online, urgently, urgently, urgently, urgently, urgently..."

"To be honest, I am a sentimental person. Even if the chickens I raise die, they must be cremated."

"What a coincidence! I am also very loyal. All the orchids I raised have died, and I am going to send them off. How about this? I will take the chickens and you take the orchids, and we will go to the funeral home and let them return to their roots."

"Hey, I can't stand seeing the suffering of the world. You guys are making it so sentimental, so I'll go and give you a gift."

"..."

The locals do their best for a bowl of noodles.

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

It's rare for their funeral home to go viral in such an alternative way and be seen by so many netizens, so they naturally want 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.

……

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 leading 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 flesh behind me was getting closer and closer, and the smell of sour sweat and pickled cabbage smell even reached the back of my neck.

At this moment, Lao Zhou was a little panicked.

Why is this old guy like a leech attached to my bones, and I can't get rid of him?
"Lao Zhou, why are you running? Give me the crispy whistle powder you're carrying."

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

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

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

"How can that be? If I don't want to 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 are an old married couple. We are tired of being together every day. The more we eat this noodle, the more we get addicted. How can it be the same?"

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

"Bring it to you!"

In the blink of an eye, Lao Zhou's somersault was of no use.

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 he could stuff peanuts into them.

"This taste is even more tempting than Wang Po's stewed meat!"

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

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

Old Bear took out a wrinkled package of Hibiscus King 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 fished out an unopened box of 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 got a great deal. This noodle is specially provided by our funeral home cafeteria."

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

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

"piss off!"

"Hey, don't disbelieve it! 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 friend's pupils trembled with 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 have not been able to eat there once in the past two days. Do you want to eat there because you lack merit?

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

They also said it was so delicious that even if someone died next to you, you wouldn’t know…

The old bear was confused.

I can't do it at all.

At first I just thought that this powder was very fragrant, but now it seems that it is so tasty that people can eat it in funeral homes without any scruples, 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 just a fake thank you. If you really want to thank me, let us have our rooks when we were playing chess."

"Oh! That's nothing. As long as I can get this bite of food, I'll even give my two cars to you."

Old Bear laughed and hurried back to the house with the crisp 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 slippers, and put the lunch box on the table.

The oil particles swayed in the plastic bag, hitting the wall of the box with a crisp "crackling" sound.

"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 Lao 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 front of delicious food, people's self-control often appears fragile.

"Hey, this noodle 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 enthusiastically even with saliva spitting out.

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

Zhao Fengju came out with a bowl of steaming rice noodles:
"Huff, huff, 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 such a person?"

He held his wife's hand emotionally.

"Feng Ju, we are both old people now. You have been with me all your life, and you never enjoyed happiness when you were young. Now I want you to enjoy happiness with me. Be good and listen to me..."

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

"Old and dishonest~"

"A woman who can make her man be unfaithful to her for the rest of his life is a charming woman."

Zhao Fengju was shy and wanted to laugh but felt embarrassed.

"Screw you."

……

(End of this chapter)