Bedtime Story

Originally, it was a good life. Make soup and listen to stories every day, and you can go to your hometown to eat after work. The biggest worry is that the soup tastes different. Some people don't add chopped green onion, while others want chopped green onion, coriander, garlic and celery.

I even met a wonderful flower who asked me why there were no pork balls in the soup.

It's too much to ask!

But a few days ago, a new face came. Although he looks like a dog, he is really a tough ghost.

And for some reason, he took it out on me.

"This month, everyone did well. The marriage rate of the elderly has steadily increased, and the GDP growth of the God of Wealth is also good. Who is it? Flower god The flower market is good recently. You can add something to urge everyone to bloom. "

After all the immortals were praised, their expressions were not bad. Looking at the atmosphere, I felt that I was going to be praised, and I proudly held my head high in advance.

My business has been doing well recently. Since I learned a new soup-making method from the chef, my customer satisfaction has been greatly improved.

"Meng Po", Rebecca paused, waiting to be praised. "The cost of chopped green onion is too high this month, which will be deducted from your bonus."

"?"

"Any objections?"

"No, you are right."

Bah.

This newcomer is always like this, not that my reimbursement is high, but that the evil spirits around my soup place are too deep, and even I blame the rising water level in Forgotten River.

Everyone is a ghost! Why are you trying to embarrass me?

A bowl of soup.

"Very good."

I didn't look up, still immersed in the aftertaste of being inexplicably stared at in the morning and handed a bowl.

"The seasoning is on the left."

"Onion ginger garlic, millet pepper tofu, Chili oil pepper oil Sichuan pepper powder black pepper. Yes, quite complete. "

"Yes, you're welcome. It's free."

The man came up to me and handed me the bowl. "Give me two meatballs, pork."

"No, you don't know how expensive pork is recently. I'll give you more meatballs, and my reimbursement will go up again. Then that dead Yan Xihui will definitely scold me again. Why is he always targeting me? Why is everyone a ghost? Do you think he has a crush on me? Trying to get my ... "

Halfway through my words, I looked up and saw a black face standing in front of me.

"What caused you?"

"Because of my ... respect! Respect! "

Yan looked at me, looked at me coldly, and saw that the next boy who was going to get soup was scared to step back a few steps.

"What is the last sentence of this sentence?"

I frowned and pretended to forget.

"ah? What is this? I don't remember. I have been cooking Meng Po Tang all the year round, and my memory has deteriorated! "

Yan took a sip of soup.

"You ask me if I have a crush on you?"

I smiled awkwardly and just wanted to wave my hand to deny it, when Yan put down her bowl and suddenly came up to me.

"I said, yes."

I am the once-in-a-lifetime Meng Po.

I completely annoyed my boss. At least I think so myself.

After the last embarrassing conversation, Yan's attitude towards me changed a hundred and eighty degrees. Don't ask me to work overtime, don't ask me to reduce my reimbursement, and send me delicious food if there is anything else.

The nicer he is to me, the more I feel that I am about to be killed.

That day, he came to my shop for soup again. This time, my brain is much smarter, and I prepared pork balls for him in advance.

Yan took a bite. "Better than last time."

"wow! Do you like them all? I only did it twice! This is the first time ... "

On the way, I stopped. "Last time? The last time I made pork balls was a hundred years ago. "

Yan put down the spoon and looked at me. I looked at him motionless.

There seems to be something I should remember but forgot.

"Dead Meng Po," Yan looked at me. "I think you'd better remember it for me."

Probably because he was so scary, my memory immediately improved.

I remember that one hundred years ago, the person who clamored for pork balls was Yan who is sitting in front of me now.

But at that time, he was still a little ghost who had just died.

"I want to eat pork balls! Me! Just! Yes! Eat! Pig! Meat! Maru! "

The child has been arguing in my ear for almost three months, vowing not to be reborn without eating pork balls.

Of course, besides quarreling, he asked me many things in my ear.

For example, how old I am, what I like to eat, and whether I have my own marriage.

I was annoyed by his noisy nonsense. "My marriage is not the responsibility of the old man, but only Yan can manage my marriage. Little ancestor, the pork will arrive tomorrow, so don't argue. "

"Then how did you become the king of hell?"

"This is rare. Break through the 9968 mark. I spent eight or eight hundred and ninety-nine difficult nights, and then I was really burned by him for five, five or seventy-two days. "

Later, the boy ate soup and left, so I forgot about it.

I am the once-in-a-lifetime Meng Po.

I was attracted by Yan, and I was remembered by him for more than one hundred years.

but ...

Let me see the face of eating meatballs seriously next to me.

At least he thinks my pork balls are delicious.

Then have a good dream tonight!