Late Night Cafeteria: A Bowl of Fried Rice to Save Iron Man at the Start

Chapter 11

Nangong Li carried Xue Linglong and left. The latter was like a cat caught by the nape of fate, but she made faces at Zhou Xuan, shouting silently: I will be back.

The onlookers at the door did not leave. After losing the coercion of Nangong Li’s powerful aura, these people roar swarmed into the restaurant.

Several of the women wanted to rush into Zhou Xuan’s arms.

“What are you doing!” Ling Xinzhu said softly.

After all, it was the second seat of the Taoist Academy. With Ling Xinzhu’s deterrence, the few women who were about to lose their minds finally became sober.

“Hello Zhou Hunchu, I am a reporter from Longdu TV Station. Why does your Yuhun cuisine shine?”

“Zhou Hunchu, your creamy mushroom soup actually has the miraculous effect that can make people whiten quickly, what is the principle?”

“Chef Zhou Hun, what is the price of your creamy mushroom soup? Can you give me a copy?”

Several female reporters stared at Zhou Xuan as if they were looking at treasures. As women, they did not hesitate to buy expensive cosmetics or even get beauty injections in order to make themselves more beautiful.

But the effect of these external forces was not as good as a creamy mushroom soup, which made the women on the scene crazy.

Zhou Xuan explained with a smile: “In fact, every ingredient contains its own energy. If the energy in the ingredient can be completely released, it will be able to shine, and at the same time, it will also make the cooking has an incredible effect.”

“In addition, everyone has seen the sign of our store. The late-night cafeteria will only be open from 10pm to 5am the next morning.”

“Because I have just inherited this store, I am planning to open the store after a while, and the prices of all the dishes have not yet been determined.”

The women were so sorry that they asked to add Zhou Xuan’s micro-chat friends, and wanted to wait for Zhou Xuan’s restaurant to order creamy mushroom soup.

Ling Xinzhu looked like a little fox guarding food, watching the women trying to get close to Zhou Xuan warily, and waited for everyone to leave before heaved a sigh of relief.

“Axuan, I’m jealous!” Ling Xinzhu stared at Zhou Xuan pitifully.

Zhou Xuan touched Ling Xinzhu’s head funny, and said, “You are the second seat of the dignified Taoist Academy. Don’t be such a small woman, okay?”

“Besides, I’m just an ordinary soul chef, and you treat me as a treasure.”

Ling Xinzhu plunged into Zhou Xuan’s arms and said with dissatisfaction: “It’s not necessarily right now. Look at those women and wish you could be wiped out.”

Zhou Xuan calmed down for a while, until Nangong Li called and Ling Xinzhu reluctantly left.

In the afternoon, Zhou Xuan closed the door of the restaurant as usual, and then constantly practiced the creamy mushroom soup, raising his score to 90 points.

“Unfortunately, replacing the bacon leaves with other meats is a bit worse after all. If you use bacon leaves to make creamy mushroom soup, I am confident that I can increase the score to 95 points.”

When Zhou Xuan was hesitation whether to use bacon leaves to practice, a sweet bell rang from the restaurant door.

The special ringtone indicates that the visitor is from another world.

Wow!

The wooden door was pushed open, and Zhou Xuan’s sight moved to the door.

A short old man wearing a Japanese bathrobe appeared.

This little old man is quite strange, with a long bald head, like a bamboo shoot.

As soon as the old man saw Zhou Xuan, the sharp eyes flashed away.

“The old man just went to the toilet, opened the bedroom door and came here. Your Excellency is really good for cultivation!”

Zhou Xuan looked at the back of his head like a bamboo shoot, and asked in an uncertain tone: “Are you Slave Slipper?”

In my memory, Nuliang Slippaw comes from a character in “The Grandson of the Slick Ghost”, the first general general of the Nuliang group of the monster organization, and the master of demons and demons.

What impressed Zhou Xuan most was the long and big back of his head. He was a handsome monster when he was young, but he was a virtuous man when he was old.

Nu Liang frowned and asked, “Do you know the old man? Where are you from the monster…No, you are a human?!”

Nu Liang slippery felt that Zhou Xuan was not evil, and the whole person was shocked.

Are all human roads so wild now?

“Are you a Onmyoji?”

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, “No, I am Yuhunchu.”

“Imperial Soul Chef?” Nu Liang searched his memory for hundreds of years, but did not find a relevant occupation.

Zhou Xuan explained with a smile: “Don’t think about it, I am not a person in your world, and since you stepped into this place, you are no longer in the original world.”

“What?!” Nu Liang was shocked, and hurriedly looked out the window on the front wall of the restaurant, where there was a view of the wall of his courtyard.

But through the window on the back wall of the restaurant, Nu Liang slipped and saw a cherry blossom tree that opened more splendidly than his own.

“Don’t be surprised, this is just a restaurant that connects the heavens and the world.” Zhou Xuan first briefly explained the existence of the late night canteen, and then asked: “Guest, what do you want to eat?”

Nu Liang sat in front of the counter seat in surprise, reluctantly accepting Zhou Xuan’s explanation.

As an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, he thought that he had seen all the tricks in the world, but now, now Nu Liang Huapiao knew that he was sitting in a well and watching the sky.

“Do you have any recommendations?”

Nu Liang couldn’t find the menu, and there was no menu card on the wall, so he had to ask for it himself.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, “Because I just inherited this store, I don’t have many dishes, only a golden fried rice and creamy mushroom soup.”

Nu Liang looked at Zhou Xuan in amazement, with an expression that seemed to say: Just this do you dare to open a restaurant?

“Then let’s have a golden fried rice!” Nu Liang said indifferently.

Zhou Xuan was silent for a moment, and said: “The dishes I cook have incredible effects. Golden fried rice has the power of light like the sun, and it can dispel all negative and evil things.”

“Are you monsters considered evil?”

Nu Liang slipped a black thread, and the monster did have evil attributes…Fortunately, the other party explained it first, otherwise a golden fried rice would send him to hell, and then he might become the laughingstock of the monster race.

“What effect does the creamy mushroom soup have?” Nu Liang asked calmly.

“Oh, this soup has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. It can make your skin tender, slippery, and white,” Zhou Xuan explained.

“Farewell!”

Nu Liang couldn’t sit still, he suspected that the young man in front of him was full of malice towards him.

Just as Nu Liang slid open the door, a voice full of temptation came from behind him:

“Nu Liang slippery, can your grandson Lu Sheng be alone now?”

“Do you want to return to the peak of your strength and protect your grandson from the wind and rain until he fully grows up?”

Nu Liang’s slippery scoop suddenly turned around, staring at Zhou Xuan sharply and in astonishment:

“Do you have a way?!”*