Siheyuan: Incredible understanding and superb cooking skills

'I estimate a month at most',

'That's three months, right?'

"I think I might break the record and survive a year."

On a dim night by the road, these bosses gathered together to discuss their respective speculations.

A young girl whispered,

The scattered shop owners all looked up and saw the girl with eyebrows like black stone and white teeth walking into the restaurant called Yin Yang.

The boss of the furniture business rubbed his chin gently.

"Is this Yin Yang Restaurant owned by a new owner? He looks to be in his early twenties."

"That's not right," another boss said, "I've seen the big boss before. It's not the same girl. It seems to be his good friend."

"Youth is a wonderful time, a time when you are young, ignorant, but brave."

After some sentimental sighs, they turned to look at other things.

Qin Su looked at the flower baskets outside the door and was surprised. There were so many people coming to bless her, not only from the crew members and Xin Ying and others, but Mr. Ji Jing even came to send a basket of flowers specially, which made people wonder, was it to thank Qin **?

Zhang Yunqi looked like an ordinary person under the night light, and he came forward to greet Qin Su enthusiastically. "Master is here," Zhang Yunqi said, "May I ask how you settled the spirit guest?"

Li Chenyang tilted his head slightly and smiled, "The third floor, the first and second floors are reserved for humans, and the third floor is our exclusive area."

There are many ways for ghosts to settle their bills. Some use incense and candles, some use ghost money, and some use the barely perceptible netherworld aura, which is like a very fine thread, enough to satisfy a luxurious banquet. These netherworld auras are extremely rare, so how can the holders easily use them for eating?

Seeing how well she had arranged things, Lin Xue heaved a sigh of relief. The waiters in the restaurant, a group of ten ghost maids, all wore special amulets made by Lin Xue herself on their clothes to cover up their gloomy aura.

Lin Xue walked around the third floor for a while. She didn't know what miracles had happened in such a short time. Many souls had already sat on the table on the third floor. They came from the net-like gates of hell: hanged souls, people who drowned, ghosts who ate with magic power, souls who wanted to collect debts, and souls full of evil intentions...

When she walked into the third floor alive, all the ghosts turned their heads and looked at her with almost hungry eyes. The need for vitality became what these souls yearned for most.

Lin Xue raised her eyebrows slightly and picked up a secret talisman with her fingertips. In an instant, the talisman disappeared, and the spiritual energy in her hand turned into bright sparks of lightning and flint, flowing in the air.

This action made all the ghosts' hair stand on end. They turned around and their expressions suddenly became respectful. They no longer dared to look Lin Xue in the eye.

Humans who possess the power to control electrical energy appear particularly powerful in their consciousness.

After resolving this interference, Lin Xue immediately went down the stairs.

When she returned to the first floor, Xinya had already arrived and brought her friends to support her.

"What have you been busy with lately? I hardly see you at school."

Xinya hit her hard with a smile.

Lin Xue blinked and replied, "I am cultivating to become an immortal."

Although this was the truth, the remark seemed to elicit awkward smiles from Xinya and several of her friends, who seemed to think it was a humorous remark rather than a true description of their experience.

Li Chenyang led them directly into the private room for service and reception; while Lin Xue sat on the sofa at one side of the hall, paying close attention to every customer who came in. Because of the help and promotion of celebrities such as Xia Jiayi, the popularity of the store far exceeded expectations. After only a short time, the seats on the first floor were almost filled.

In addition, some crew directors, such as Zhou Yi, personally accompanied the group. Xia Jiayi was very friendly when she met her fans, and readily agreed to take photos and sign autographs, which once again brought the fans to a climax of ecstasy.

Suddenly, a fan approached Xia Jiayi with an autograph book in hand and talked quietly. After a while, this enthusiastic fan pulled her to Lin Xue. She coughed and introduced to Lin Xue, "Su Su, she is our common fan and hopes to get our double autograph."

Lin Xue had never thought that she would attend a fan meeting in real life one day. She has not updated her online account frequently recently, and it is difficult for her to post a Weibo in a month. Internet celebrities have a rapid metabolism, and her fan base has gradually shrunk. She relies on a loyal fan group who try their best to help her increase online discussions every day, otherwise the speed of losing fans will be even more significant.

It seems that this fan really has deep feelings. The difference between what Lin Xue signed and the others is that her personal magic aura permeates it, which has the ability to suppress other ghosts. Lin Xue opened her spiritual vision and carefully explored the karma of the little girl.

Well, she found that this was an ordinary little girl who was simple, innocent, cute and charming.

So, Lin Mo picked up his phone, wrote down a string of numbers in the address book, and pressed the send button after confirming that they were correct.

The young man's ears suddenly turned red. He was so excited that he couldn't speak, but just nodded continuously, as if trying to express his ecstasy.

"Will you join my fan list?" The words sounded with a hint of playfulness, and it was the handsome young man Song Che, who not only captured the hearts of fans, but also was admired by veteran artists.

There was silence, followed by a burst of accelerated heartbeats and trembling hands, and an enthusiastic girl handed him the poster.

Song Che gently took the poster, which not only had her name engraved on it, but also a big heart-shaped pattern.

He originally thought it would be an ordinary young girl fan, but when Song Che opened the signature page and saw his own handwriting, everything was beyond his imagination.

The girl's signature was full of youthful spirit, like an unfinished poem. He couldn't help but sigh that he was really moved by the fans' talent and dedication.

"Hey, there's still room. Would you like to join us?" Song Che invited with a smile, a hint of unspoken interest.

The young artist who was originally in the team said, "I can also paint your name to make this work more story-telling."

A warm feeling surged in the fans' hearts, as if a breeze was blowing through their hearts, and their faces were filled with sweet and satisfied smiles.

Song Che took the paintbrush and slowly wrote a few words in the blank space, as if he was weaving a whole dream of the future.

“Isn’t this more atmospheric?”

The fans looked at the carefully drawn signatures and works with stars in their eyes, thinking to themselves that they might have become a lucky little fan representative.

"Thank you, Song Che, I'm so happy to be with you. You are not only a singer, but also our soul guide."

During her conversation, she expressed her sincere love and gratitude. At that moment, Song Che deeply felt the true meaning and value behind the creation.

"In fact, I have always felt that everyone who likes us is bringing us more possibilities in their own way. Just like this signed book, it brings together the little moments of each of you into a unique memory. This power is the greatest motivation for us to keep moving forward."

This sentence is like a warm current, flowing between their hearts and linking them tightly together. Whether it is for the artists themselves or for the fans, it is such a rare and beautiful emotion.

From that day on, that picture full of personality and warmth became a story that fans talked about with relish, and that autographed book became a memory book that witnessed growth and emotional connection.

** I couldn’t admit to Song Chen that I had sent him a message.

Song Chen did not continue to dwell on this matter and instead chatted with Yang Xiao.

Shen Yiran looked around at the crowd of beautiful women surrounding Yang Xiao, and envy welled up in his heart. What kind of ability could allow such a group of beauties to share a place of joy so harmoniously?

There is no comparison, indeed there is no comparison.

He was afraid that Song Chen would really remember this incident and settle the old score with him, so he took the opportunity to hurriedly go upstairs with a group of friends.

As they walked upstairs, their friends were still laughing and mocking, "Shen Ran, you are acting like a grandson in front of Yang Xiao. You are such a coward."

Hearing such teasing, Shen Yiran glanced at his friend and said, “I know more than you do.”

However, others secretly thought: He just acted like an insignificant breeze in front of her.

They continued to joke and play all the way to the second floor, where they sat down at a large table. After sitting for a while, these underage teenagers became bored.

After a while of small talk, a man in a hoodie curiously looked at the third floor and asked: "Who do people say the third floor is for? Aren't there any customers here?"

One person guessed that it might be a VIP reception. "Maybe?" As soon as the words came out, several young people looked down on them. "Aren't we not VIPs yet? I can buy the entire restaurant with my pocket money." Everyone said yes in unison, "Let's go up to the third floor and take a look! Maybe the decoration there is even better than here!" No one hesitated, except Shen Yiran, who remembered that Yang Xiao had told him not to go upstairs. He just stood up and sat back in his seat, "No need to go up. Just think this place is great. Have you tried the drink?"

**Others laughed: "Why has Master Shen become so timid? Could it be because he was hurt too much while playing games?"**

Although these people were friends with Shen Yiran, they were not heartless followers. In addition, young people who liked to stir up trouble did not care about it and directly stepped into the third floor. At the door, they found a sign: "No entry without permission." Everyone laughed and continued to move forward.

"Oh my god, there really is a ghost!" One of them glanced at several figures and slapped his thigh heavily, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.