My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

Song Mian took a photo of the kitchen for Ling Jiao, and then sent a frustrated emoticon to Ling Jiao.

In less than five minutes, Ling Jiao called.

Before Song Mian even had the chance to complain, she heard Ling Jiao's smiling voice coming from the other side of the receiver: "Ms. Song, I have completed the divorce procedures for your grandmother Zhang Guiying and your grandfather."

Song Mian's complaints were silenced by Ling Jiao's words. After struggling for a long time, she uttered, "So fast?"

Ling Jiao said with a smile, "It's not a big deal. Besides, I know some friends who can handle these matters. Miss Song, you've helped me so much, so I'll naturally do my best to serve you."

Song Mian felt a slight pressure and forced a smile, saying, "Don't worry, Commander Ling, everything is going smoothly here too."

After saying these two sentences to Ling Jiao, Song Mian hung up the phone and resigned himself to his fate and went to pack up.

Song Mian stayed at Yu Bai's house for a whole day, and it was not until sunset that he finally cleaned up Yu Bai's house.

Ge You lay on the sofa, and Song Mian finally heard the sound of a door opening in the room on the second floor.

"Yu Bai, I'm done!" Song Mian looked at Yu Bai with great interest, but found that Yu Bai on the second floor had only opened the door a crack, and he was hiding behind the crack and looking at Song Mian.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go back today and come back to cook for me tomorrow." Without giving Song Mian a chance to refuse, Yu Bai closed the door.

From beginning to end, he treated her with indifference.

Song Mian immediately thought that Yu Bai kept his distance from him because he was haunted by a ghost before.

Song Mian couldn't find Meng Qi to resolve the matter yet, so after hesitating for a while, he decided to leave Yu Bai's house first.

As agreed, Jiaojiao will bring Meng Kai to her store tonight.

Thinking of Meng Qie's awkward personality, Song Mian thought of a way to deal with Meng Qie. After deciding to keep the matter secret, he left Yu Bai's house.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Lin Jiaojiao dragged Meng Qie to stand outside Song Mian's shop.

Meng Qia's face was full of resistance as he fiercely shook off Lin Jiaojiao's arm. "What's wrong with you, you devil? I already said I didn't want to come, but you still insisted on dragging me over. What on earth are you plotting?"

Lin Jiaojiao hadn't expected Meng Qi to be so right. She looked away in panic, but said righteously, "Meng Qi, you're really hurting me by saying that. I only asked you to come here for you this time."

"It's a good thing that you don't cheat me. What can you do for me?" Meng Qi looked at Lin Jiaojiao, his eyes filled with distrust of her.

Lin Jiaojiao was also feeling uneasy, but she said righteously, "Of course I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, if the boss doesn't open this shop anymore, you'll be crying and you won't be able to find a way!"

This was indeed effective. Meng Qie, who had originally shown a look of disdain, felt his heart tighten. He stared at Lin Jiaojiao and asked, "What do you mean? Why would such a good store just be closed?"

"Of course, it's because she's made enough money. The young boss herself isn't an ambitious person. She originally opened this funeral clothing store out of necessity. Now that she's made millions, she doesn't want to see ghosts every day anymore, so she decided to close the store."

Lin Jiaojiao was so engrossed in the role that she almost fooled herself by the end: "I originally wanted to bring you here to see if there was anything Kani wanted to stock up on, so that the boss could buy some more for you. But I didn't expect you to be so interested!"

"It's not that I don't care, I just can't accept this fact for a while. Has the young boss encountered any difficulties? Maybe I can help." Meng Qi said in embarrassment.

"You'd better find a way to ask the boss to help you. You can only get the things you like to eat from the boss. If there is anything you want, go and tell the boss yourself. I won't take care of it." After saying this, Lin Jiaojiao left Meng Qi and left.

He looked as if he was extremely disappointed with Meng Qie.

"Lin Jiaojiao, don't leave in such a hurry." Seeing that Lin Jiaojiao had indeed left, Meng Qi hesitated for a moment, and then floated into the funeral clothing store.

In an instant, a stench that was difficult to describe in words hit Meng Qi's face, making him stagger.

There were all kinds of heavy-tasting foods on the table.

Durian, sour bamboo shoots and stinky tofu were placed side by side on the table, competing for beauty. The rich aroma spread out layer by layer.

Meng Qia was shocked by the smell. After taking two deep breaths, he found that the smell was still there, lingering at the tip of his nose.

Soon, Meng Qie began to enjoy it uncontrollably.

For Meng Qia, this taste is simply the best in the world.

However, the most obvious of these smells is the smell of grass with a hint of bitterness.

Following a special smell, Meng Qia turned his attention to the hot pot in the center of the table.

Inside was a ball of soup that looked like crushed green grass. It was already boiling, and there were unknown objects rolling around in the green soup. It was hard to describe the feeling just by looking at it.

Meng Qi moved closer and saw the instructions placed aside.

"Beef tripe hotpot, a synonym for delicious." After discovering that this thing called beef tripe hotpot is eaten in exactly the same way as normal hotpot, Meng Qi sat down as if possessed by a magic spell, picked up a piece of tripe and dipped it in the pot.

Outside the glass door of the backyard, Song Mian and Lin Jiaojiao watched Meng Qi's actions together. They looked at each other and both clearly felt their stomachs churning.

"He actually ate it!" Shocked by the scene before her, Lin Jiaojiao felt nauseous. "Young Boss, I can't take it anymore! This kid really has a strong taste!"

Song Mian looked at Meng Qie in the room.

After Meng Qia took a bite of the tripe, an expression of great enjoyment appeared on his face, as if he was enjoying the food carefully.

Chewing slowly, Meng Qia couldn't describe the various flavors that seemed to explode in his mouth.

It was very intoxicating, but also very delicious. Meng Qia felt as if he had opened the door to a new world and couldn't help but pick up a piece of durian and start chewing it.

The smell of durian mixed with the beef stomach hotpot came rushing in, attacking his taste buds powerfully.

"Wow, this is so delicious! How can it be so delicious?!" Meng Qi was inspired. Bi Qing became more and more intoxicated, and then poured the other side dishes prepared by Song Mian into the pot one by one.