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

Chapter 59

A plate of golden fried rice was scattered, and there was no ghost in the Scarlet Ghost Territory.

The bloody water that had spread in the canteen late at night shrank back to the feet of the ghostless, and Zhou Xuan had also broken free from the realm of bloody ghosts.

“how did you do it?”

Jiu Shu walked closer to Zhou Xuan and looked at him up and down in disbelief. He only felt that his three views were ruined. Why can a common plate of fried rice dispel more than 800 ghosts?

Are chefs in this world so scary?

Thump thump

Seeing Zhou Xuan break free from his ghost realm, he also wiped out more than 800 ghosts of his own, without eating ghosts, he took three steps back in fright.

“It seems that this golden fried rice does not suit your appetite.” Zhou Xuan frowned and looked at Wugui.

After being dragged into the realm of the scarlet ghost, Zhou Xuan vaguely felt the rejection of the golden fried rice by this edible ghost.

Although the ghosts in the ghost realm have fallen, they still have a bright heart. If they seize the opportunity, they will not hesitation to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

This is also the reason why Zhou Xuan can survive the ghosts with a golden fried rice, but the ghostless eater in front of him refuses to embrace the light.

No ghosts fell into the darkness willingly.

“Seeing you look very unhappy, I suddenly thought of a dish that suits you perfectly. Would you like to try it?”

Zhou Xuan didn’t wait for Wugui to answer before returning to the kitchen.

Uncle Jiu watched vigilantly at Wu Gui, while touching his empty stomach, whispered to Zhou Xuan, “Boss Zhou, do more, I’m also hungry.”

“No problem, soon!”

Zhou Xuan poured some flour in the basin, then added warm water, inserted the rolling pin into the basin and stirred.

The rolling pin draws the flour into a circle of gullies, and the warm water flows along the trajectory of the rolling pin, fully soaking in the flour.

Suddenly, the wind is surging!

It’s obviously in the house, where is the wind coming from?

Uncle Jiu looked around in shock, but never saw an open window.

“This wind, is it…” Uncle Ji stared at the basin, that’s right, it’s here.

The flour flew up leisurely, spinning and dancing in the basin, like a white tornado.

At the moment, Zhou Xuan’s hand moves faster and faster, spinning out a round wall, and imprisoning a bowl of flour flying in this small world.

Soon, a long white snake protruded its head from the basin. The head of the snake was chasing the flour, swallowing the dry flour, and enriching its moist body.

The flour in the basin disappeared, leaving only a white snake hovering at the bottom of the basin.

The surface of the dough is full of luster, which is an excellent dough that is kneaded just right.

Ordinary people need to wake up the noodles to make the dough moisture evenly.

But Zhou Xuan has completely completed this step in the face-to-face.

This is the secret cooking skills of the Bai Luo family from the world of China’s little master-Bai Luo snake training!

Amazing!

The Jiu Shu admired Zhou Xuan’s skill of making face so much that he realized something even after observing it. If it wasn’t for the wrong time and place, he would definitely go into concentration and enlightenment.

Zhou Xuan took out the freshly preserved beef from the refrigerator and grilled it into pieces of fragrant steaks. With the knife in his hand, the steaks turned into fingernail-sized pieces of meat, and they were soaked in vermicelli. Prepared onion ginger water and other spices.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Xuan put the long strip of dough hovering on the bottom of the basin on the table, and evenly divided it into noodles with the same file size.

As the rolling pin rotates, the neat pasta on the table is crushed into pieces of dough.

Zhou Xuan opened his bow left and right, and wrapped the stuffing made of beef cubes and chopped vermicelli in the dough.

The kitchen knife cut a knife on the dough ball and threw it into the oil pan that was glowing with bubbles on the stove fire.

Stabbed~

The oil flower rises in the pot, and the canteen is filled with a smell of wheat.

A golden bun with a smiling face was fished out by Zhou Xuan with a colander and placed on a plate.

“It turns out to be baked buns!”

Uncle Jiu sniffed the scent in the air and secreted his saliva crazily.

“Gluck-gluck~”

Suddenly, bursts of hearty laughter appeared, as if more than a dozen children rushed into the place happily, and Jiu Shu almost jumped up in shock.

“what?”

Uncle Jiu looked around vigilantly, secretly groaning in his heart, the ghostlessness has not been resolved yet, there is another deceit, heaven is going to kill me!

An indifferent non-eating ghost fixed his scarlet gaze on the fried bun.

“Why, do you want to try it now?”

“Come on, taste my golden gold and laugh, make sure you laugh often.”

Zhou Xuan took out a golden steamed bun and shook it gently, and the sound of clucking came again.

“It’s the bun who is laughing? How is this possible?”

Uncle Jiu feels that his brain is not enough, even if he wants to break his head, he can’t understand why Baozi laughs.

“Could you not seal the previous ghost melancholy in this fried (cffh) steamed bun, right?” Uncle Ji’s scalp was numb, and he thought of a guess he thought was reasonable.

“No, this is an ordinary fried bun, try it.”

“No, I suddenly feel that I am not so hungry”, Jiu Shu refused.

But the non-eating ghost stretched out his hand tremblingly.

“It’s useless, no ghosts can’t touch any food at all…”

Jiu Shu shook his head, the existence of no ghosts was condemned by the heavens. This is a rule. Even if Zhou Xuan’s cooking skills are unpredictable, he cannot resist the rule.

Ding!

The sharp claws of Wu Gegui lightly hit the golden and crisp skin of the bun.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Did not disappear!

Didn’t this fried bun turn to ashes?

“How can this be?”

Suddenly Jiu Shu realized that what he said most when he came here was this sentence. Zhou Xuan broke Jiu Shu’s worldview time and time again.

Grasp!

Wugui grabbed Zhou Xuan’s golden smiley bun, and slammed it into his mouth.

Click!

The crisp golden skin burst into pieces, the chewy beef grains were extremely elastic, and the swollen vermicelli oozes full gravy under the squeezing of the teeth.

The gravy soaks into the slightly dry beef cubes, which makes the beef cubes softer and tender.

The Wugui suddenly widened his eyes, and two tears of blood flowed out of his scarlet eyes.

“Gluck!”

It saw it, it saw it, it saw the cute smiling face that had been thinking about it.

That used to be its child!

A child named Xiao Niu.

Wu Gegui walked towards the smiling child step by step, muttering vaguely “Mavericks, Mavericks, my poor child!”

“Mother, hurry up, hurry up and chase me.”

Wu Ge was running and running, scenes of familiar scenery flashed before him, and it suddenly thought of who it was.

It, no, she is a widow in a small mountain village, pulling a child by herself.

As the saying goes, the widow has a lot of right and wrong in front of her house, and her life is not easy. In order to protect herself and her son, she armed herself with harshness and savagery.

She tells the truth and provokes discord. She had deliberately planted and framed the hunters in the village for a pheasant; she had also slandered the neighbor’s woman for not observing the woman’s way for a bucket of well water, causing the man to divorce the woman.

Until one day, she found her calf drowned in the water.

The case was quickly solved. It was the revenge of the divorced woman. In order to avenge herself, she pushed the calf into the river to drown.

Without the calf, the woman had no hope of living, so she committed suicide.

She became a ghostless eater because of the sins she made during her lifetime.

Because of her resentment, she turned into a ghost. She killed the divorced woman and slaughtered the entire mountain village.

She became confused, she became a murderous evil spirit, and was finally brought down under the Samsara Pagoda by the great power of the Buddha.

“Mother, I’m here, come on!”

The calf called to her at Roar, and the woman opened her eyes, the scarlet color was gone, and her eyes were clear again.

The soaring resentment hovered over her head, and a gloomy passage opened.

This is the second time Zhou Xuan has seen this kind of scene.

Opposite the passage is hell.

Suddenly, more than a dozen black chains came out of the passage, tightly binding the non-eating ghost who had returned to the appearance of a woman, and pulling her into hell.

Finally, Zhou Xuan heard a murmur:

“Sorry, I was wrong!”.