My Days Running a Supermarket in the Apocalypse

Who cares if it's expensive or not? You won't find another place selling mala tang on the entire Huangquan Street.

Moreover, the spice packet and broth provided by the main system were trustworthy to her. She couldn't resist trying a meatball just now, and it was still delicious!

Shannai took out a bowl and chopsticks from the blue prop box, tilted her head and asked, "Can you eat spicy food, sister?"

"Is it ready yet? It smells so strange..." Meng Po rested her chin on her hand, looking somewhat expectant.

Shan Nai nodded, picked out several dishes that she thought girls would like to eat the most for Meng Po, poured on some spicy soup, and placed a bowl of spicy hot pot in broth on Meng Po's table with both hands.

"Sister, try it and see if it's good." Shanna blinked her big round eyes, her tail swaying casually from side to side.

Shannai has already discussed the issue of the quantity of supplies.

For example, the bowls and chopsticks refresh immediately, but the ingredients haven't refreshed after being used, and the item chest shows that the refresh conditions have not been met.

According to Shannai's analysis, this is probably related to how much is sold. Since it can be refreshed, let's ignore it for now. At least the first batch of ingredients is enough to cook this big pot.

A hint of surprise flashed across Meng Po's eyes; she had never seen this strange dish before.

Seeing the sincerity on Shan Nai's face, Meng Po picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of potato, put it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and slowly chewed.

With a rich and flavorful broth as the base, and a strong spicy taste, Meng Po felt her tongue was on fire after taking a bite of the soft potato. "This taste... is so unique!"

Meng Po opened her eyes, took a breath, and couldn't resist picking up another fish ball with filling.

"Mmm! Mmm~ Delicious~ Our Juju is so amazing~" Meng Po's eyes widened slightly as she swallowed the dumpling, her emotions fluctuating considerably.

Having received Meng Po's affirmation, Shan Nai breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great. I was worried that the residents here wouldn't be used to the food," she thought to herself.

The mouthwatering aroma quickly wafted on the wind, traveling along the River of Oblivion towards the Street of the Underworld.

Of course, the first to be attracted were the small vendors stationed by the bridge.

"Meng Po, what are you up to now? The smell is quite enticing." The old woman selling oiled paper umbrellas across the street sniffed and walked over.

Even the long-haired man carrying a basket of tangerines, who was passing by in the middle of the road, stopped. "You bet," he exclaimed, "this smell is intoxicating!"

Meng Po took a sip of the soup from the bowl. "Phew, it's really potent, hiccup~ This was made by Ju Ju, what's it called again..."

"Malatang!" Shannai quickly added from the side.

"Yes, yes, mala tang (spicy hot pot). I bet you've never tried it before. The taste is very unique and delicious." Meng Po licked her lips, giving it the highest praise.

Upon hearing Meng Po say it was delicious, the group couldn't help but swallow hard. However, the closer they got to the spicy hot pot cart, the stronger the aroma became, making it impossible to resist.

"Juju, let this old woman have a taste." The umbrella-selling old woman stared intently at Shannai.

Shan Nai almost rolled her eyes at her, "Grandma, you have to pay!"

It took her almost a whole day to make this pot of spicy hot pot. Was it easy?

The reason Shan Nai was given a taste of Meng Po was because she needed to set up a stall next to Meng Po's soup! And Meng Po treated her very well.

If other people want to eat it, then they definitely need to buy it!

“Juju is right. If you want to eat, you have to follow the rules. Here, this is yours, sister’s~” Meng Po also spoke up for Shan Nai and tossed her a moon-colored purse.

Yamana caught the money bag with both hands, and the coins inside made a rustling sound.

"Sister, you don't need to give me anything... Consider this your way of taking care of me as a token of my gratitude."

"Why bring this up? You earn money through your own abilities, so your sister should support you. I can't refuse your first order for this business." Meng Po smiled and spoke gently to Shan Nai.

Shan Nai was quite touched. She didn't know if it was because her identity was well-arranged or because she was lucky, but she met the beautiful and kind-hearted Meng Po right from the start. It was so heartwarming.

She wasn't being pretentious. Since Meng Po insisted on paying, Shan Nai obediently opened her purse, took out a few 10-coin coins, placed them in her palm, and said to Meng Po, "Then I'll accept them. But as the first customer of Lucky Spicy Hot Pot, I still have to give you a discount."

After saying this, Shan Nai tied the purse and returned it to Meng Po.

Meng Po still had a smile on her face, her eyes gentle and tender. "Hmm, did you see that? Everyone who wants to eat, hurry up and pay up. It'll be closing time soon, and you might not be able to get any even if you try."

Upon hearing this, the long-haired devil was the first to rush to the mala tang cart, shouting, "How much? Give me a bowl!"

No, it smells so good, its stomach is rumbling with hunger.

"10 coins each, pick whatever you like." Shannai reached out and swept her claws over all the ingredients.

She thought each piece was cut quite large, so being able to eat spicy hot pot in the underworld was definitely worth it!

The long-haired ghost hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Hey, get me a bowl!"

"Okay." Shan Nai handed over the bowl, feeling very pleased.

The long-haired ghost had a big appetite and picked out almost all the ingredients, even taking a little of the green vegetables he usually disliked, filling a large bowl.

“390 coins in total~” Yamana twitched her ears.

The long-haired ghost's lips twitched, and he sighed inwardly, "So expensive!"

But he still pulled out his money pouch, took out some money, gritted his teeth, and handed it over, saying, "Here!"

Yamaha stretched out her paw, took the coin, and happily even stood up with her tail standing on end.

The long-haired ghost held the bowl, looking at the abundant ingredients, unsure of where to begin.

It picked up a plump, bouncy beef ball with its chopsticks, licked it first, and the wonderful aroma spread across its lips, making its eyes brighten. It immediately took a big bite.

'puff! '

The juice inside the meatball bursts in your mouth.

"Hiss... It's so hot!" The long-haired ghost's mouth was immediately burned and he kept sucking on it, but he was reluctant to spit it out. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

"What does it taste like?" The old woman selling umbrellas asked anxiously, licking her lips.

Uncle Fish Head, who sells Qiaotou cakes, also put down his stall and ran over, drooling, asking, "Tell me, tell me, is it delicious?"

"It's incredibly delicious!" After saying this, the long-haired ghost squatted down with his bowl of spicy hot pot and began to devour it.

With another highly positive customer, Shan Nai felt even more confident. She cleared her throat and said, "Don't miss out on this delicious food! Super tasty mala tang, you'll definitely regret it if you haven't tried it..."

Watching the long-haired ghost eat without even lifting his head, the old woman selling umbrellas and the fish-headed man selling bridge cakes couldn't help but take out their money bags.

Shan Nai's shouts were quite effective; the other ghosts and spirits on the street stopped and curiously observed the spicy hot pot stall run by the orange cat.

As the crowd grew larger, more and more customers began to eat there.

Looking from afar, a long queue had formed at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Excuse me, how much is the Meng Po soup?" A weak and exhausted soul slowly approached the Meng Po soup shop and asked.

Meng Po raised her eyelids slightly. "100."

The ghosts turned even paler upon hearing the price. "I can't even lift it up for reincarnation. Mmm...it smells so good."

It saw a crowd gathered around the mala tang stall next door, but couldn't see what was being sold inside; it could only smell how delicious it was.

It smells like spicy hot pot. The ghost squeezed in a little more.

"Huh? It really is mala tang... How amazing! They even sell mala tang in the underworld..."

This whispered exclamation did not escape Yamana's keen ears.

"There's a ghost here who knows about mala tang!" Shan Nai looked around and found the ghost, asking, "Have you ever eaten mala tang before?"