I became a god after resigning

Chapter 19
"Mom, Nuan Nuan said last night that Dad hid something under the bed, do you know?"

The next morning, the first questioned Zhao Caixia.

Zhao Caixia froze for a moment, "I don't know, what did he hide?"

"According to Nuan Nuan's words, grandpa hid a lot of toys under the bed, and didn't let her play with them, but secretly played with them."

"Toy?"

Zhao Caixia thought for a while after hearing the words, and quickly said: "Your father mentioned to me before that he wanted to buy some small things and set up a stall in Sanli Lane at night. That's not it?"

Song Ci was a little stunned when he heard the words, I'm afraid it is, it should be some small commodities, treated by Nuan Nuan as a toy.

"My dad is really... Forget it, you can ask him today."

"Yes, I see." Zhao Caixia replied.

Song Ci also realized that he should be the other way around, and he disagreed with the new method he came up with when he went out to find a job.

"If your father really wants to go, you can let him go. He is always idle at home, and he is not feeling well." Zhao Caixia said.

"I see."

Song Ci also knew that it was not a solution for him to always stop him like this, he might as well agree.

Sure enough, as Zhao Caixia guessed, Song Shouren secretly bought some small commodities.

Small mirrors, backpack ornaments, ear rakes, nail clippers, etc., there are quite a lot of varieties.

Of course, Song Shouren didn't choose these products himself, but the suppliers matched them for you when purchasing, and they were very business-minded.

Song Shouren was full of interest when he first started to set up a stall. Every year, he would go out to set up a stall around 04:30 in the afternoon, and would not come back until around [-]:[-] in the evening.

Unknowingly, another two days passed, and these two days were as usual, life was ordinary, and nothing happened again.

Soon came Saturday night, Song Ci, Wu Xiaojun, and Shan Junchao made an appointment.

It was late autumn at this time, and Jiangzhou City at night was exuding a slight chill, so the few people met at a mutton shop.

This mutton shop is located on Chuanjiang Road, which is relatively old and located in the old city.

In the past, there was an urban village in Zhengjiatun nearby, and there were more people coming and going. However, with the demolition of the urban village and the removal of people, this place has not been left behind.

Walking on this street gives people a feeling of the early 90s, a sense of time splitting, but it has a special flavor.

The reason why I chose this place is because I heard the introduction from manager Liu in the station, saying that the mutton hot pot of this mutton shop is very delicious, and the roast mutton is also very good.

Among the three, because Song Ci had the most free time, he arrived first.

"welcome."

Song Ci opened the door and walked into this "Hongsheng Restaurant", and a bloated middle-aged woman immediately greeted her, presumably the proprietress of the store.

"Hello."

Song Ci responded, looking around the environment of the store.

The store is not big, with only five or six tables. The decoration is a bit old, but the hygiene is okay. There are people eating and drinking at one table. There are already customers at this time, which shows that the business of this store should be pretty good, which also reflects this from the side. The taste of the store should be really good.

"Boss, how many people are there?"

The proprietress held a menu and looked around the shop behind Song Ci, seeing that no one else was following, she asked.

"Three." Song Ci replied.

Seeing that Song Ci really came to eat, the smile on the landlady's face became even brighter.

"You sit first."

She led Song Ci to an empty seat and handed him the menu.

Song Ci wasn't polite either, just flipping through the pages, the landlady brought over a pot of tea courteously and said, "Look first, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, you are busy with your work." Song Ci said.

Then I looked at the menu, which was actually a piece of coated A4 paper. There seemed to be many dishes, but in fact there were very few real dishes.

So Song Ci glanced casually and shouted: "Madam Boss."

"Come on, tell me." The proprietress hurriedly came back with a pen and paper.

"A mutton pot, lamb skewers, lamb chops..."

"Let's just have these first, and we'll order later if we don't have enough."

Song Ci handed the menu back to the proprietress.

"Are there any taboos? Can I eat spicy food?" the proprietress asked.

"Slightly spicy is fine, don't put coriander in the mutton pot."

Song Ci remembered that Shan Junchao did not eat coriander.

"Row."

The proprietress heard the words and made a note on the menu.

Then came to the counter, behind the counter was the back kitchen, separated by a layer of frosted glass, and a dish delivery window was opened on the glass.

The proprietress handed in the order menu through the dish delivery port.

"Three, slightly spicy, no coriander." The proprietress said loudly.

Hearing the sound, Song Ci subconsciously glanced in that direction.

Then he was taken aback and almost jumped up, because he saw half a head protruding from the glass.

Through the blurred glass, Song Ci quickly reacted.

The chef in the back kitchen is riding a "person". When the chef bent down to look out, the head of the "person" touched the glass, and only half of it leaked out.

This situation is really scary, and this is the first time Song Ci has seen such a strange situation.

And the strangeness of the back kitchen seemed to have discovered Song Ci, and soon a woman appeared at the door of the back kitchen with two children.

The woman was in her thirties, with short hair, wearing a floral shirt on her upper body, and a polka-dot white skirt on her lower body. She was dressed in the early 80s.

There are two children, a boy and a girl, and the girl is wearing a white ruffled skirt, about eleven or twelve years old.

The boy was slightly younger, about six or seven years old, wearing a blue striped short-sleeved T-shirt and a red scarf around his neck.

Looking at the outfits of these three people, there is a high probability that they are not human.

And while Song Ci was looking at them, they were also looking at Song Ci.

When they walked towards Song Ci, Song Ci knew that his guess was right, because when the little boy bumped into the corner of the table next to him, he passed straight through without avoiding it.

And none of these three people was the one whose head popped out of the glass just now.

Is this falling into a trap?Why are there so many tricks hidden in the back kitchens of small restaurants.

The little boy broke free from the woman's hand, ran to Song Ci quickly, grabbed the edge of the table, tilted his head, looked at Song Ci curiously and asked, "Can you see me?"

Song Ci didn't answer him, but looked at the big and small walking behind him.

The two of them were obviously not as bold as the little boy, especially the woman in the floral shirt, who looked at Song Ci very vigilantly, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

At this moment, Song Ci noticed a man in a white T-shirt at the door of the kitchen staring at him. He had a thin face and a curly hair. Looking at this outfit, it was also in the style of the 80s.

"Hello." The woman came up and greeted Song Ci cautiously.

The little boy turned around and ran back, holding the woman's hand again. It seemed that this was a family of four.

"Mom, can't he hear us?" the little boy said to the woman.

But at this moment, Song Ci nodded to them as a greeting.

The woman's face brightened, and she said in surprise, "So you can really see us."

"Sit down and talk." Song Ci signaled them to sit down opposite.

In addition to the proprietress, there is also a table of guests in the shop, Song Ci doesn't want to be treated as crazy.

At this moment, the man standing at the kitchen door also came over.

(End of this chapter)