Xiuxian Food Stall, a Hot Spot as Soon as It Opens

Chapter 125 I'll dig a grave to support you
"Uncle Hua, if you don't want to eat it, give it to me."

Cheng Yang in the team stuck his head out and made a suggestion while baring his big white teeth.

He didn't come to participate in the robbery, he just wanted to take the opportunity to buy a small pancake. He had been craving it for the past few days because of the delicious smell.

But Uncle Xia wouldn't let them out.

He finally found the opportunity, and he had to try what the pancake tasted like, so that the two girls who had broken into the cemetery in the middle of the night would also want to eat pancakes.

"Uncle Hua, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Cheng Yang took the pancake away with his evil hands, and before Hua Li could speak, he held the pancake and took a bite.

At this moment, all kinds of feelings came to my mind.

The aroma of noodles and eggs turned into a hook, firmly grasping Cheng Yang's heart. The salty aroma of the sauce flowed in his mouth, and the vegetables sandwiched in it brought a hint of freshness.

The pancakes are of moderate thickness and wrapped with many side dishes. The appearance of each side dish in the layers pushes the taste of the pancakes to a new climax.

His taste buds were delighted, and Cheng Yang paused chewing.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the pancakes?"

Hua Li asked quickly.

He had questioned it before when Uncle Xia said there was something wrong with the pancake, but seeing Cheng Yang's expression, he guessed that the problem was serious.

"Woooo..."

Cheng Yang was speechless with his mouth blocked by the pancake. To avoid misunderstanding, he shook his head vigorously and bit it again.

The pancakes fell into my stomach, and a warm feeling spread out.

Cheng Yang swallowed hard, his eyes drooping to hide the tears in his eyes.

"It's delicious, Uncle Hua, this pancake is delicious, really."

He kept repeating these words, and many memories emerged in his mind.

Some he remembered early on, others surfaced because of the pancakes.

It turns out... he really wasn't wrong.

I have died long ago.

The overwhelming sea water destroyed everything. He remembered that he was pressed under a huge pillar, and no one could help him no matter how much he cried out to the sky or the earth.

He heard the screams of the villagers outside.

He watched the sea water rise inch by inch, from his fingertips to his chest, and finally submerged his head.

He tried to look up, trying to get some air.

He wants to live.

But the ruthless waves surged and took him away.

Tears from the corners of his eyes fell on the pancakes, and Cheng Yang looked at Uncle Hua and the other villagers.

They looked puzzled, as if they didn't understand why he reacted so strongly.

"Uncle Hua, you guys should try it too. This pancake is so delicious. Look, I even cried while eating it."

Wiping away tears, Cheng Yang vaguely guessed the reason why Uncle Xia did not stop them this time.

It's time for them to go.

Ten years of time is enough.

Looking at Cheng Yang's tearful appearance, if Lu Wu didn't know that he didn't have someone to help him, he would have admired his acting skills.

Her pancakes can even bring tears to people's eyes.

But...

"Are pancakes delicious?"

Lu Wu smiled and took the initiative to talk.

"Mm, it's delicious. Can I have another one, boss?"

Cheng Yang asked, his voice hoarse and slightly choked.

The complex emotions in her slightly red eyes were all buried, and she couldn't let the other villagers see them for the time being.

"Of course, but the money..."

Lu Wu rubbed his hands and glanced at the price on the sign.

She had already eaten her first helping of pancakes, but she still hadn't received the payment.

"It's ten spirit stones each, why don't you go and grab it?"

Some villagers were unhappy.

In their mortal village, many things are produced and sold by themselves, and their daily expenses are gold and silver. How could they use spirit stones to buy pancakes?

Ten spirit stones to buy a pancake, isn't this a rip-off?

Lu Wu blinked his big eyes and thought, this group of people are really into the role-playing.

They're still acting. They said they were grabbing pancakes, but they really didn't pay.

"or……"

Lu Wu didn't care about a pancake. He was just considering whether to cooperate with this group of people to continue the scene when he saw Cheng Yang raising his sunny smile.

"It's okay, I have money."

"Uncle Hua, consider this pancake my treat. Boss Lu, give each of them one. I'll go get the money."

After saying this, Cheng Yang turned around and left, not giving anyone a chance to refuse.

"This kid, where does he get the money?"

Hua Li muttered, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching when he met Lu Wu's expectant eyes.

The robbery can't continue.

After being treated like this by Cheng Yang, they felt that they were not in the right at all. They would never eat for free.

"Hey, I want a pancake with some spicy noodles."

Spicy strips?

I haven't eaten it, I have to try it.

"Row."

Lu Wu was very excited when business came to him.

He swung the shovel and occasionally looked back where he came from.

It's a bit strange that all the customers here today are strangers.

Could it be that his diners remembered the time wrong, otherwise why hasn’t it been refreshed yet?

……

Somewhere outside Xiaohai Village, a group of people were circling around, looking at the cemetery that they had not yet gotten out of, and they were extremely angry.

"Is there no one who knows how to cast formations to come and see if we are trapped in some formation?"

"Do you know?"

"I can't."

"I saw that what you said just now was very logical. I thought you could do it."

"If I could, we'd still be here."

The meaningless conversation continues.

Zeng Si held his wife and baby's hands and felt a little headache.

I finally arrived in Yuanhai City and got some news about Boss Lu, but why am I stuck in a maze along the way?

This cemetery is like an iron wall, there is no way to get out.

The key point is that there are many people trapped with him, and they are all helpless.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Zeng Sheng, the merciless hunger machine, could only distract himself by imagining how delicious the pancakes would be.

The cemetery is full of corpses, grass and soil.

His mysophobia is about to break out.

In the crowd, Mumu and Tiantian, who were experiencing this kind of thing for the second time, seemed much calmer.

"How about we take another route?"

Mumu suggested that, after all, they might not meet a kind ghost to take them out this time.

"But if I walk back again, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up."

"Yes, Boss Lu's business is so brisk. If we take a detour and wait for us to arrive, Boss Lu might have already closed his stall."

The diners stood in the cemetery and sighed.

There are cultivators who know how to set up formations, but they cannot find the center of the cemetery formation.

Shan Ji: This city lord has hidden his merits and fame, no need to thank me.

Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, in the fog not far away came the sound of something pounding the ground, each sound very clear.

Mumu and Tiantian met eyes and felt that this development was a little familiar.

"Who's playing tricks there?"

The monks with loud voices shouted, and some brave diners walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

Here, Cheng Yang was carrying a hoe and digging a grave.

He had discovered this cemetery by accident not long ago. When he saw a grave with his name on it, he began to doubt everything about the village.

He could find the names of the other villagers on the tombstones one by one.

(End of this chapter)