Three Realms Invincible Restaurant

"what?"

"The taste of deja vu??"

Hearing Shi Cangshui's words, Cui Yu, who was standing next to him, holding his nose and looking pained, froze for a moment.

His head 'brush' suddenly turned to Shi Cangshui's side, his pale and gloomy face was full of shock and disbelief.

"Why can you taste the familiar taste in Meng Po soup? This thing is so bad that it is unique in the world. Boss, are you crazy because of this bad soup?"

Seeing that Cang Shui tightened the lid while disliking the "normal" look of rolling his eyes at him, Cui Yu suddenly frowned and slapped his thigh violently.

"Wait, it's actually not impossible? For example, you didn't baptize thoroughly at Po Meng's place before, so you left a vague memory of the taste of Po Meng's soup in the depths of your soul?"

"Hmm...it's possible? Because I feel like it's been a long time since I tasted this taste last time..."

Shi Cangshui touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"But it doesn't seem like I drank it in the underworld? In short, there is a vague sense of familiarity..."

"That's probably why you remembered it wrong, boss. Mengpo soup must be only available in the underworld, and it is impossible to taste it in other places."

Cui Yu interrupted Shi Cangshui's memory, huddled on the small bench by the door and stuck out his tongue.

"Maybe it's because Meng Po Tang didn't wash your memory thoroughly, which caused the dislocation and confusion of your remaining memories."

"However, when I set up a protective barrier for you, I took a look at it from afar. Boss, your soul is different from that of the lucky cat Xiao Li. Xiao Li's soul is an old soul that has gone through two lives. Boss, your soul is It’s brand new, so even if there are residual memories, it’s probably just a little bit.”

Cui Yu dragged the small bench a little further towards the door, pinched his nose and wrinkled his face and said.

"In fact, sometimes remembering too much is not a good thing. We have entered a new cycle, so let's start this life as a new one!"

"Well, you're right."

"It's not 'right', it makes sense!"

Kissing her hips, Cui Yu subconsciously took a deep breath, and immediately suppressed the corners of her lips that were raised just now.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, the smell is too bad."

"I remember that this is not a system-configured kitchen. There should be ventilation equipment, right? Boss, please turn it on. If you don't turn it on, I will be suffocated to death!"

"Tsk, why are you so delicate."

Shi Cangshui gave him a disgusted look, and reluctantly turned on the "huge" expensive ventilation equipment on the system panel.

The light breeze blew by, and almost instantly, the unpleasant smell in the kitchen disappeared.

Instead, there is the smell of clean, light air.

"Phew, I'm alive..."

Cui Yu heaved a sigh of relief, and leaned against the door, vomited blankly.

"What do you mean I'm squeamish? I'm just taking care of the overall situation, okay? If you don't hurry up and get rid of the smell in the kitchen, then the other ingredients will be mixed with flavor. I'll see what you do..."

Cui Yu's muttering stopped halfway.

His gaze scanned the huge back kitchen.

A clean kitchen stove, neat kitchen utensils, hanging ingredients... Even Shi Cangshui, whose nose has already been covered with odor-blocking energy balls, has a protective cover with a clear blue light flickering faintly.

In this huge kitchen, except for him, Cui Yu, everything else was firmly protected, without any unpleasant smell.

"...You even put a protective cover on the faucet, why don't you turn on one for me?"

Ghost cultivators also have hearts, and ghost cultivators also suffer!

Cui Yu clenched her fist and said through gritted teeth.

"You really don't have anything to do with people's affairs!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Shi Cangshui accepted his "praise" with a normal face, and raised his hand to hook him like a puppy.

"Come here and get ready to work. Tsk, this is still a matter of your underworld. Why do you have to be lazy even this, can't you be more diligent?"

Asking Cui Yu for a few fresh and dried Wangchuan flowers, Shi Cangshui raised his head after observing it for a few times.

"I suddenly remembered something."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Seeing Shi Cangshui's serious face, Cui Yu, who knew nothing about cooking, instantly became nervous.

"Is it difficult to improve Meng Po Tang? It's okay if you can't finish the modification today. Lord Mingjun said that it would be best to solve it within three days..."

"That's not it."

Shi Cangshui interrupted Cui Yu's words.

He frowned tightly, and his amber-like pupils were fixed on Cui Yu.

goo-dong-

Cui Yu heard herself swallowing tremblingly.

Even though he knew how vicious the person in front of him was, at this moment, Cui Yu's ears couldn't help but turn red when he looked at Shi Cangshui's face, which seemed to be poured with endless painstaking care of the creator.

In fact, if you don't speak, the boss is still very good-looking...

Just as the innocent little helper was being stared at until his face gradually began to steam, his boss Zhou Bapi touched his chin, frowned and said thoughtfully.

"I suddenly remembered. Strictly speaking, you should still be working now, right?"

"……what?"

Cui Yu blinked in confusion, somewhat confused about Shi Cangshui's meaning.

"What working hours?"

"Tsk," Shi Cangshui put the flowers in his hand on the cooking table, and the expression on his delicate face became more serious.

"It's 10:30 in the morning. According to the store's regulations, you have to work until nine in the evening. My work here is over, understand?"

"But now—"

Shi Cangshui motioned him to look at the Meng Po Tang and Wang Chuan Hua on the table, and tapped lightly on the dark cooking table with his slender fingertips.

"You're busy with your other boss's work during my working hours."

"Do you think it should?"

"But, but," Cui Yu, who understood what he wanted to say, blinked, feeling very wronged.

"But boss, you took over this job, and you also chose the time to improve the formula..."

"so--"

Shi Cangshui ignored Cui Yu's defense and made a conclusion on his own.

"So because you caught two fish in one shift, your salary for the next month will be cut in half."

"How about it, do you have any objections?"

Cui Yu finally knew what his intentions were: "..."

He wiped his face, and after experiencing brief shock and disbelief, he suddenly said calmly.

"Report to the boss, I have no objection."

What does the salary matter to him?

Anyway, in the end, the salary that Boss Shi gave him would be spent by Boss Ming.

Cui Yuping, who had figured all this out, was extremely peaceful.

He looked at Shi Cangshui, who was a little puzzled by his calm attitude, and showed a Buddhist smile on his lips.

"Boss, is there anything else you want to inform?"

"……there is none left."

Shi Cangshui glanced at Cui Yu suspiciously, and said with some concern.

"If you don't have enough money to spend, remember to tell me, I can advance your salary in advance."

"No need, boss."

Cui Yufo smiled sympathetically, without any worldly desires on his face.

"Now I even think it's okay if you don't pay me a salary."

Hearing his words, Hei Xin couldn't help but be surprised suddenly.

This guy, won't be stimulated by him, will he go crazy?

"Ahem, let's improve Mengpo soup."

After struggling to get the scattered topics back on track, Shi Cangshui looked at Wang Chuanhua in front of him, and his jumping thoughts gathered together.

Gotta taste it first...

So, under Cui Yu's horrified gaze, he held a fresh, freshly picked Wangchuan flower, raised his head and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey???!!"

The indifference on Cui Yu's face was instantly broken.

He rushed forward and grabbed Shi Cangshui's neck, and the expression on his face went from buddha to madness in just a second.

"Are you crazy? Spit it out!"

Shi Cangshui slapped Cui Yu away with a look of disgust, looking at him as if he was looking at a fool.

"Have you forgotten, I'm not affected by the Wangchuan flower now, I'm just tasting the taste normally."

"Oh yes..."

"It's disrespectful to the boss, and the other half of your next month's salary will also be deducted."

After conveniently deducting Cui Yu's salary, Shi Cangshui rinsed his mouth with the water that had been prepared on the table, and picked up a piece of dried flower to taste.

"Well, it's a bit bitter after drying..."

Taste directly, boil water, soak, match ingredients...

For the next hour, Shi Cangshui thoroughly savored the main ingredient of Mengpo soup - the Wangchuan flower.

And Cui Yu was also kicked out of work early by Shi Cangshui with the reason that "you can't help if you stand here, you might as well go out and work".

Writing down the inspiration that popped up in his mind, Shi Cangshui shook his head and said with emotion.

"The taste of Wangchuan flowers is actually not bad. To be able to add miscellaneous ingredients and finally come up with this taste, this Meng Po is really a genius."

While Shi Cangshui kept trying, the ventilation system in the kitchen was still working diligently.

A gust of wind blew up the broken petals of Wangchuan dried flowers on the cooking table.

In a small corner of the kitchen counter, the little Panglong, who was motionless like a sculpture, suddenly raised his hand and caught the broken flower that was blowing towards him.

The jet-black floret after drying lay in the little chubby dragon's lacquered paws, and the black and black blended together, making it look very indistinct.

Wangchuan flower...

The flowers that the man showed him...

"Flowers bloom and fall, flowers and leaves never meet"[Note 1]

Thinking about the well-known meaning of Wangchuan Flower in the Three Realms, a hint of violence suddenly appeared in the dark red eyes of the little fat dragon.

Black dragon flames rose from his front palm, and under the tyrannical energy that could burn even the barriers of time and space, the broken petals of the Wangchuan flower instantly turned into fine dust invisible to the naked eye and dissipated in the air.

He doesn't believe this.

Using Longyan to burn and clean the claws that had held the flower carefully, the little fat dragon who was in a bad mood did not choose to close his eyes.

In the ears, the chaotic roars and screams seemed to be still ringing, and he fixed his eyes on the direction of Shi Cangshui, trying to suppress the killing and tyranny in his heart.

It's no use in a hurry.

During this long time, there are only two things he can do——

Chase, and wait.

After the hectic mealtime, employees gathered in the utility room after a late lunch.

They looked at the Mengpo soup on the table curiously, their hands ready to drink the soup.

"Boss, don't you put many Wangchuan flowers in your soup?"

Looking at the powdery soup in the bowl, Hu Weiwei's eyes lit up suddenly, and the girl's heart burst out.

"Is this soup a sweet soup? It looks delicious."

"Not many, this time it's mainly for tasting. There are two flowers in one pot, and you can weigh it yourself to see if you can drink it."

After explaining the amount of Wangchuan flowers, Shi Cangshui took the lead in picking up the bowl, and took a small sip.

"Well……"

Tasting the sweet soup in his mouth, Shi Cangshui's brows slowly frowned.

"Sure enough, the results of the first attempt are always not so perfect..."

"Huh? Isn't it good to drink?"

Hu Weiwei, who had finished the protection carefully, drank the soup in one gulp, and said with a puzzled mouth.

"I think it's quite delicious, doesn't it?"

Cui Yu nodded, his gloomy face was filled with affirmation.

"Not to mention anything else, at least it's much better than before."

"...Your requirements are too low."

Shi Cangshui sighed while still wanting to hear some opinions, and set his eyes on Mingjun.

"What do you think, how does it feel to drink?"

Mingjun wiped his mouth, sat on the chair with a straight face.

"I drank too fast just now, the taste has not been tasted yet, and no, let's have another bowl."

Shi Cangshui filled another bowl for him.

"Well, I feel a little bit, but I can't put it into words...I'll try some more."

Under Shi Cangshui's speechless gaze, Ming Jun drank bowl after bowl of the improved Mengpo soup.

Ten minutes later, Ming Jun, who poured the last bowl of Mengpo soup into his stomach, burped in satisfaction.

He smacked his lips, thinking that he had made a lot of money by successfully whoring a pot of soup for nothing.

"You drank the whole pot, so how do you feel after drinking it?"

Looking at Shi Cangshui's increasingly hostile eyes, Ming Jun touched his nose with some guilt.

He tilted his head, racking his brains to remember and organize his words.

"Hmm... a bit light?"

So, Ming Jun, who monopolized a pot of soup by himself and didn't say any useful suggestions, successfully got on the blacklist of tasters and was kicked out from the next tasting meeting.

"Oh no, no, I will definitely try it carefully next time!"

Knowing that he was on the blacklist, Mingjun hugged Shi Cangshui's thigh and cried on the spot.

"Please give me another chance, I will cherish it with my life!"

"...you drag him away quickly."

Dragging the tearful Mingjun, Cui Yu left the utility room first with a face full of shame.

After two days of hard work (in his free time), Shi Cangshui finally decided on the recipe for the improved Meng Po Tang.

Seeing Mingjun sitting there monopolizing a whole pot of soup, doing a great job, Shi Cangshui sighed with a headache, and asked Cui Yu beside him in a vicissitudes of life.

"Did Wang Chuanhua have no effect on him? This pot is full of ingredients, wouldn't it be silly for him to drink it?"

"It's not going to be..."

Cui Yu looked at the pot of soup eagerly, and swallowed greedily.

"Master Mingjun and the energy of the underworld are one. No matter what form the energy of the underworld is, it is immune to Lord Mingjun."

"Well, is this..."

At this moment, a black light flashed.

A complex teleportation array spread out in the center of the utility room, and under Shi Cangshui's curious eyes, a gleaming bald head emerged from the array.

"My lord, you are here!"

Looking at the rising bald head, Cui Yu, who was caught and tortured by Ming Jun these days, his eyes lit up, and tears of excitement flowed down his face.

"The recipe of Mengpo soup has been improved, are you here to pick up Mr. Mingjun?"

Take that naive ghost away, if this continues, he will be tortured and go crazy!

Under Cui Yu's expectant and excited eyes, the steward, dressed in a simple robe and with a shiny head, lowered his head and showed a very guilty smile.

"Hey, I'm here to get the recipe of Mengpo soup. Lord Mingjun didn't inform me to pick him up and leave, so maybe he wants to stay here for a while..."

"what!??"

Visible to the naked eye, Cui Yu's eyes lost their highlights.

Regarding the misery on Cui Yu's face, the steward of the underworld expressed his deep condolences and sympathy to him.

But in the face of Cui Yu's obvious pleading eyes, the steward of the underworld forcibly disguised himself as a blind man.

We must hold on, Xiao Cui, sacrifice one of you, there will be thousands of ghosts in the happy hell!

Under Cui Yu's despairing eyes, the steward of the underworld took the formula handed over by Shi Cangshui and left quickly.

Seeing the back of the steward of the underworld leaving, Ming Jun, who had successfully stayed in the small restaurant, twitched his mouth and showed a smug smile.

He poured the last bowl of sweet soup (crossed out) Mengpo soup in the pot into his stomach, and then burped contentedly.

Half an hour later, another dark light flashed, and the steward who had just left rushed back.

He quickly rushed to Mingjun's body, and said in a panic.

"Master Mingjun is bad, the new Mengpo soup is so effective, all the ghosts that have been drunk now are gone!"

"……what??"

Subconsciously hiccupped, Ming Jun looked at the soup bowl in his hand that he had emptied, and said in a bewildered expression.

"Impossible, is it so thoroughly purified?"

"Are you kidding me!?"