Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

On the first night of opening, the business hours were longer than Ming Qian expected, and it was busy until two o'clock in the morning.

Originally, he thought that the peak period of passenger flow should be from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening, but there was a new peak at twelve o'clock.

Many of the guests who came in the early morning were already drunk in the bar or KTV, and they caused Ming Qian a lot of trouble at the beginning.

If his movements were a little slower, or some of the dishes were sold out, these customers would yell at them with a bad attitude, and then they would start to vomit.

Ming Qian never knew that he could meet this kind of guest, no matter how angry he was, he would smile on his face.

The only good thing is that the drinks are selling well, and the profits of drinks are high. Today, the profit of drinks alone has exceeded Ming Qian's expectation.

"Boss, pack it up." These guests who had a round of drinking actually couldn't eat much, but they ordered a lot, and the rest had to be packed away.

"Should the soup and vegetables be made separately or together?" Ming Qian went over with two packing boxes, "If you make them separately, it won't be too spicy when you heat them up tomorrow. If you make them together, soak them overnight and tomorrow will be even more spicy, which is not very edible." If it's spicy, let's separate."

Someone at this table was already drunk and was walking out with the help of several other people.

The rest of the people drank about the same, their cheeks were flushed, the man hiccupped, he had a big tongue, and his speech was very vague: "Separate, separate and beat."

Ming Qian packed the dishes and watched the pedestrians go out.

There are still three tables left in the store, and no new customers will be accepted at this point, but there are still people who come to ask, and Ming Qian has to explain with a smile, his face is almost frozen with laughter.

At the end of the day, Ming Qian felt that his arms and legs were no longer his own. Two words were written all over his body—tired and sour. Apart from the soup base, there were only two cucumbers left in the kitchen. Yiyi doesn't like to eat this, Chen Yan and Yao each have one, and they get rid of it before cleaning.

"Come back tomorrow morning to clean up." Ming Qian stacked the bowls and baskets together, and yawned with tears in his eyes. He squinted his eyes, "Go back and clean up and go to sleep. We have to open normally tomorrow."

I don't know if anyone will order takeaway tomorrow.

As soon as he got home, Ming Qian was lying on the sofa, he could barely move a step, and it took all his strength to walk back from the store.

Chen Yan also came back with him and squeezed with Yao tonight. After all, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and he had to go to the store before eight o'clock tomorrow.

"This house is really big." Compared with the "bumpkin" Yao and You Jun, Chen Yan seemed quite knowledgeable. He could tell at a glance that this house was definitely worth a lot in human society. He smacked his mouth, "I don't have a registered permanent residence If you can’t buy a house, even if you can, you can’t afford a house here.”

As soon as Yao entered the door, he changed back to his original shape. After licking his hair, he asked, "Is it expensive?"

Chen Yan groaned, "I used to live in a county where housing prices were over ten thousand per square meter. Why didn't you go grab it?! They also said that the land was valuable, and there used to be wasteland everywhere."

Yao couldn't understand: "I live with the boss, it doesn't cost money."

Chen Yan: "... I don't need to spend money to live in the Dongfu, but there is no toilet, no water and electricity."

And he can't find someone to talk to, because in human society, his cave is an illegal building, and if it is discovered, it will definitely be demolished, and he will not be compensated for the demolition.

Youjun didn't need to go to the bathroom, and he didn't have a good look at Chen Yan. He sat next to Mingqian and pinched the back of Mingqian's neck. His fingers were slightly cool, which made Mingqian sigh comfortably on a hot summer night. .

"That's it, that's it." Ming Qian closed his eyes in enjoyment, and his screaming muscles were soothed.

Chen Yan winked into the bathroom next to the living room, and Yao also got into the room.

Now only Mingqian and Youjun are left in the living room, Mingqian is lying face down on the sofa, not only has no energy, but his mind is also confused, it seems that the noisy voices in the store are still lingering in his ears.

All over the body, only the skin on the back of the neck that You Jun pinched is vivid to the touch.

Youjun: "It's just Adu's stuff, so it's worth you to exchange for it?"

He was blaming Mingqian for not caring about his body in order to make money.

Ming Qian said vaguely: "Who would think that earning too much money? What I earn is not money, but the future, and freedom!"

Youjun didn't understand what Mingqian said, let alone the kind of freedom that earned money. In the ancient times, gods and beasts didn't need money to trade, so wouldn't they be free?

They are all robbed.

Being pressed so comfortably, Ming Qian's breathing gradually stabilized, and he fell asleep just lying on the sofa.

Youjun didn't wake Mingqian up, but hugged Mingqian. The 1.8 meter tall man was in Youjun's arms like a light bone. Youjun looked very relaxed.

Mingqian's pajamas were placed by the bedside, because the first thing he did when he came back every day was to take a shower, and since he slept with You Jun, he never sweated in his sleep again, so the pajamas were changed every three days.

Today is the day to change pajamas.

Youjun stripped Mingqian naked and cast the dust-removing curse, which can remove the hot pot smell and dirt on Mingqian's body without taking a bath, then stuffed Mingqian into a thin quilt, and then opened the closet to find Mingqian's pajamas.

Mingqian's pajamas are either discounted items from the supermarket, or bought online with coupons. The quality is very worrying. The torn ones have been thrown away by Mingqian, and the ones he still has are those he didn't wear very much before. pajamas.

For example, pajamas with a pink cartoon cat on the chest, or pajamas that have become smaller due to shrinkage, can be worn as navel-baring clothes.

You Jun despises every piece of clothing. In his opinion, no matter what kind of clothes, there is no need for too much pretense, nor bright colors. He is a white fox, so white is the most noble color.

Thinking of this, Youjun suddenly realized that although he is controlled by the Dao of Heaven in the human world, since both the invisibility spell and the dust-removing spell can be used, it means that as long as it does not affect the human race, the control is not strong, so he can completely use it. Mingqian's clothes were all changed to suit his own aesthetics.

Pure white background, silver pattern, fox totem, all of these can be done.

So Youjun turned his head and asked the sleeping Mingqian: "Do you like white?"

Ming Qian turned over.

OK, he likes it.

Youjun asked again: "How about the silver fox totem?"

Ming Qian kicked his leg.

Very good, he likes it too.

Youjun changed the color and pattern of Mingqian's clothes logically, and all the clothes in the closet changed, which was very pleasing to Youjun's eyes.

When changing Ming Qian's pajamas, You Jun suddenly stopped, he didn't use spells, but walked over with the pajamas by himself, and then lifted the quilt.

He was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment.

As he himself said, the human body is nothing more than skin, flesh and internal organs, which are the same and have no characteristics.

Just like people don't care about the differences between other living beings, You Jun has never paid attention to the difference in appearance between people.

But at this moment, he suddenly turned his head away, not looking directly at Ming Qian's body.

In all fairness, Ming Qian's body is very "beautiful". It belongs to a young man's body. His muscles are tight but not exaggerated. His skin is fair, but not shockingly white. As he lay there, his smooth muscle lines made him look like The siren just came out of Haiti, with a thin waist twisted, hip bones are not too wide, but the proportion to the shoulders is just right.

In the end, Youjun gave up the idea of ​​putting Mingqian in pajamas by himself, and still used spells.

Ming Qian was wearing snow-white pajamas, and You Jun was very satisfied.

In the early morning of the next day, Ming Qian almost collapsed when he looked at the wardrobe full of white clothes.

In particular, there are silver fox totems on every piece of clothing, some are very simple lines, some are very delicate and complicated, and the fox's head is always on his chest.

But compared to white, Ming Qian prefers blue and green, even his favorite green baseball jacket has become white, as well as two blue hats.

However, when he turned his head, Youjun had a proud expression on his face, and his small eyes seemed to say: "I did a good job, right? Praise me! Come on!"

Ming Qian had a headache and raised his forehead, now he doesn't need to pick out clothes, after all, everything is similar.

He turned his head and said in a serious tone, "At least you can leave me a few of different colors."

Youjun: "White suits you best."

Mingqian: "..."

It's strange, Jun You can actually say nice things, shouldn't he say "your clothes are too ugly"?

You Jun also explained: "This deity has asked you."

Ming Qian had a premonition: "When did you ask?"

Youjun: "Last night."

Ming Qian immediately realized that You Jun must have asked the question while he was asleep, and if he didn't answer, he was tacitly acquiescing.

But the strange thing is that Ming Qian didn't feel angry.

It may also be that he is used to it, so he can't even get angry.

Sure enough, habit is a terrible thing, and it rationalizes all unreasonable things.

He changed his clothes and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

Youjun suddenly stopped him: "Did you forget something?"

Ming Qian was puzzled, but he quickly understood what Youjun meant, but this time he was not going to spoil Youjun, and if he continued to do so, he was afraid that his bottom line would disappear, so he said righteously: "I know you are For my own good, but you should ask me if I need it."

Now it was Youjun's turn to be shocked, he looked at Mingqian, hesitant to speak.

Ming Qian continued: "Look, I won't make decisions about you without your consent."

"This is called mutual respect." Ming Qian showed the patience he had with children, "Only when we respect each other can our relationship be equal. I am your fiancé, not your servant."

You Jun was furious: "When did this deity treat you as a servant?!"

Ming Qian: "I know you don't treat me like a servant, but you don't know how to treat your fiancé, do you?"

Youjun was silent.

Ming Qian said softly: "There is a process, I don't expect you to understand immediately, but I hope you can listen to my words, I will listen to your suggestions seriously, as long as it makes sense, I will listen, but you can't directly decide about me."

His voice was so gentle that You Jun didn't refute immediately.

That's enough.

Ming Qian smiled and said: "I'm going to take a shower, I like these clothes very much, but it would be better if not all of them are the same."

He walked into the bathroom, closed the door, leaned his back against the door, and gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

He wanted to say these words a long time ago, but he was not familiar with You Jun at that time, and he really owed his own business to You Jun's blessing, so if he saw his parents, if he asked again, he would appear to be ignorant Anyway.

And he has never been an ungrateful and ungrateful person, so most of the time he is patient.

Now he feels that he is getting closer to You Jun, and You Jun is not really a fox who doesn't listen to anything.

If Youjun doesn't listen, he still has to be patient.

But I can only regard You Jun as a god, and continue to let You Jun stay in the shrine.

What surprised Ming Qian most early in the morning was that he saw Chen Yan's prototype - a little wild boar.

Although the four tusks hugged together look scary, but because of his small size and fluffy mane, he is also very cute, especially because his whole body is blue and has a weird look. cute.

Unlike Yao, who occasionally "woofed", Chen Yan called "Dangkang". Not only could he bark, but he could also dance with his four short legs. Ming Qian felt that he could appreciate Chen Yan's dancing all day long.

Chen Yan and Yao turned into human forms when they were about to leave the house.

Yiyi and Sui Ru were already sitting in the store when Mingqian and the others arrived, and Sui Ru's expression was a little awkward.

She flew over early in the morning and met Yiyi as soon as she landed. To be honest, she liked Yiyi quite a lot, because Yiyi couldn't speak, and she could brag as much as she wanted in front of Yiyi.

The more he blows, the more he can't hold it back, and he is almost saying that he will definitely become Yinglong next year.

Before he finished playing, he was stopped by the proprietress of the noodle shop next door, and went to have breakfast with Yiyi, and was praised by the proprietress for his dignified appearance, and he looked like a cultural person.

She was treated by humans for the first time, and she ate three bowls of noodles, which made the proprietress stare at her stomach after she finished eating, as if she wanted to find out where she had eaten so many noodles.

Can this be her fault?She is three times the size of Yiyi, so she must eat more than Yiyi.

The proprietress also asked her how old she was and if she was married, and she introduced her nephew by the way, and thought that the two were a perfect match, and the enthusiasm was too much for her, so she had to use the excuse of going to the toilet to escape.

It was simply a way to escape.

Sui Ru didn't understand why the proprietress wanted to be her matchmaker.

Today is Sui Rulai's first day at work, and she also specifically checked what to pay attention to on the first day of work. There are all kinds of suggestions on the Internet. Sui Ru is dizzy, and finally decides that she will be like this no matter what is said on the Internet.

"There's a takeaway order." When it was almost noon, Ming Qian said to Sui Ru who was sitting in the store playing with his mobile phone, "Do you know how to read a map?"

Sui Ru raised his chin proudly: "Of course."

Ming Qian heaved a sigh of relief. He forgot to ask Sui Ru before, but now he remembered that if Sui Ru, like Yao, had just entered the human world not long ago, he might not know how to read a map, and it would be over.

"Everything is here, you pay attention to safety, be careful not to spill it on the way." Ming Qian handed the packed ingredients and the bottom of the pot to Sui Ru.

The pot is a small pot wholesaled online, with a few pieces of solid alcohol included. The main reason is that the small gas tank is not safe and the cost is high. If you order a small pot for takeaway, you will be charged an additional 20 yuan.

Mingqian can earn a little.

Sui Ru lifted the bag as easily as if she was carrying a bag of air. She didn't delay. After finding a hidden place without a camera, she pinched the invisibility spell, turned into her original shape and hung in the air, holding the bag with her claws, and flew steadily. to the destination.

Unlike Dangkang, although Sui Ru often walks among the human race, he has no work experience. If he has no money, he goes to other dragons to eat and drink. Seeing that they are all dragons, other dragons can only pinch their noses Accept her.

But she can't stay in one place for long - after all, dragons who eat and drink are not welcome in the dragon clan.

Now that she has a job, Sui Ru only thinks that everything is interesting.

Even the clouds have become different from before. She walked in and out of the clouds, completely forgetting that she was going to deliver food.

When she remembered, it was 10 minutes before the timeout.

Sui Ru: "..."

Wages will be deducted for overtime!Five yuan will be deducted within half an hour of overtime!

Sui Ru hurriedly restrained herself, took out the speed and flew towards the destination. When she landed, she still had to find the blind spot of the camera. When she knocked on the door, she was stuck on the verge of timeout.

"This is the takeaway you ordered." Sui Ru handed over the courier bag, trying to force a smile.

Mr. Yang said cheerfully: "Thank you, you have worked hard."

Sui Ru nodded, she was really working hard and almost ran out of time.

Mr. Yang didn't expect the courier to be such a pretty girl. Sure enough, when Mingqian recruited, he always looked at his face. Maybe he wouldn't let people go for an interview if he wasn't good-looking.

But are young people nowadays so ambitious?Instead of being a white-collar worker, he went to work in a hot pot restaurant.

When he was young, his peers all sharpened their heads and wanted to sit in an office.

Those who can enter the office are the best, and they speak louder than others when they go out.

"So fast?" President Yang's wife came out of the room. She was a little surprised, "Isn't Jianshe Road being repaired? Before ordering food, the courier had to take a detour, and every time it was half an hour late."

Mr. Yang: "Maybe it's fixed?"

Wife: "Impossible, I just passed there this morning."

Mr. Yang shrugged: "Then I don't know, you go and wash your hands, I'll heat the pot."

They ordered two pots, one for red soup and one for clear soup.

During this time, Mr. Yang is busy with business, the company needs to clear the inventory, and the backlog of mediocre jadeite in the past two years has to be sold. It can't be handed over to the employees below. The result of doing things by yourself is that the hair loss becomes serious again.

It reminded him of hot pot soup again.

Before, he always thought that there were some medicinal materials in the clear soup pot, and he swore to tell his friends that the soup could strengthen the yang, but the truth was slapped in the face. After the friends drank the soup, there was no change in that respect.

But the benefits are reflected in other ways.

A Mediterranean friend had hair stubble—everyone thought his hair follicle must be dead.

The shock brought by their friends' hair growth is tantamount to the influx of sea water, monkeys jumping in the rocks, and the stubble almost got bald by friends again.

There is also a friend who sweats all year round, especially in summer, he can take a bath for himself, and he is often submerged in sweat just after taking a bath. After returning home, he called him excitedly and said that he I didn't sweat much anymore, and after going out for a walk at night, I only broke out a thin layer of sweat.

It's just that this effect disappears quickly, and it almost disappears in a week.

It seems that this soup does have a nourishing effect, but it is not a medicine, and it cannot be cured.

But Mr. Yang felt that this was enough, even beyond his imagination. After all, he thought this soup was superficially used to cure impotence, and he was really ashamed. It has a nourishing effect and cannot cure diseases.

"Is this soup useful for me?" President Yang's wife was skeptical.

After all, Mr. Yang and the friends he brought over are all men. Maybe this soup is only effective for men?

Mrs. Yang's wife is middle-aged, and her insomnia is getting worse and worse. She started taking melatonin and it still works, but now the effect of melatonin is getting less and less. It may not work. She can only go to the hospital to see if sleeping pills can be prescribed. .

However, if you take too much medicine, you will become resistant to it, and the effect will gradually weaken. She doesn't want to take medicine unless it is absolutely necessary.

Mr. Yang also got inspiration from his friend's Mediterranean incident. If this soup can even help bald people, will the sleeping effect be better?

But he couldn't guarantee it, so he didn't dare to blow it hard, so he could only let his wife try it first.

Mrs. Yang's wife didn't dare to have much hope.

The hot pot slowly started to boil, and the room was filled with the strong and overbearing aroma of hot pot.

Mrs. Yang’s wife didn’t have much appetite at first—she has lost her appetite in recent years, and she eats less and less. She is 1.6 meters tall, but her weight has dropped to less than 120 catties. Along with weight loss, her physical strength has also become worse. Young When she was young, she weighed [-] kilograms, and she could move bricks on the construction site with her husband, but now, let alone moving bricks, it takes a lot of effort just to stand.

"Drink a bowl of soup first." Mr. Yang put some chopped green onions in the bowl, and then made a bowl of soup for his wife.

The snow-white thick soup exudes fragrance, and the heat rises slowly.

Mrs. Yang's wife took a deep breath, then blew away the mist, put her lips close to the edge of the bowl, and took a tentative sip.

At first, she just thought her husband was exaggerating. After all, she occasionally cooks soup herself, and she is not stingy. She can put all high-end ingredients in it, even the thick soup from the most prestigious foreign restaurant in the world. I drank it and didn't think there was anything magical about it.

It's nothing more than delicious, but the word delicious is very ambiguous, and no one can tell what delicious taste is.

It seems that all soups can be described as thick and delicious, but when you really drink it into your mouth, no matter how much it was blown before, it will only make people feel that it is nothing more than that, nothing special.

Mr. Yang's wife thought so too, until she drank the soup.

So her definition of "delicious" in the first half of her life was completely overturned. What is fresh?The moment the soup enters the mouth, the tongue starts to cheer first, then the brain, and then every cell in the whole body. It is not the umami taste of fish soup, nor the umami taste of mutton, but a thicker umami taste .

It unceremoniously invaded people's mouth and stimulated people's taste buds.

She drank a bowl of soup slowly, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, but she didn't feel hot, only warm.

Her stomach was warm, her hands and feet were warm, and the air conditioner was on in the room, but it didn't make her hands and feet as cold as usual.

She raised her head and looked at her husband in surprise.

Mr. Yang also finished the soup, and he let out a long and comfortable sigh: "How is it? Does it suit your taste?"

The wife dared not say it: "Old Yang, this soup is too abnormal. A hot pot restaurant can make such a soup? Are you sure?"

She couldn't cook it by herself.

Mr. Yang smiled complacently, as if he made the soup: "I know the boss. I told you that he sold me ten bracelets. He is young and sincere. He has secret seasoning at home. .”

Wife had another bowl of soup.

The two of them didn't touch the red soup pot for half an hour. They drank the soup first, and then cooked vegetables in the clear soup.

Instead, Hong Tang was ignored by the two.

They also cooked their own rice, and at the end of the meal, they only had a plate of beef in the red soup. The rest of the dishes and soup base were stored in the refrigerator, and they could have another meal tomorrow.

Restaurants don't sell overnight dishes, but you don't have to pay attention to these when you eat at home.

And you can buy your own vegetables and cook them in the bottom of the pot, which is very cost-effective.

There are not a few customers who have this kind of thinking. Although it is the first day that the store opens the take-out business, there are many take-out orders.

Sui Ru hardly ever fell to the ground that day.

After a day's work, Sui Ru's excitement disappeared without a trace, and she even wanted to resign.