Chapter 1157
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As I thought about it, I moved slowly along with the line.
There are only three or four left in front of me.
Click, click, click
The middle-aged woman was carrying a spoon in the remaining stainless steel pot, scraping it for several times, and then her head didn't turn back and cried out: "his father, bring the rice!"
"OK!" With a greeting, a man came out of the shop.
This man is not tall, and he is thin and dry. He is wearing a washed and worn-out sportswear. He is covered with an apron full of oil stains. He is holding a big pot with two big hands.
This should be just fried rice. The pot is still steaming.
He put down the pot and took over the empty pot handed by his wife. He was about to turn around and walk to the kitchen, but suddenly he found something. He looked out and looked straight at me.
"What are you still doing? Go ahead and stir fry. So many people are waiting. " His wife saw him stupefied and scolded discontentedly.
"Oh, oh." He nodded and looked back.
But I just took two steps and looked back at me with great uneasiness.
There are so many people outside the door. Why did he just notice me? Did he notice anything?
"How many would you like?" I was in a daze. Several people in front of me had sold out. The boy in charge of collecting money looked up and asked me.
"One part." I said and pulled out the money.
"Eat here, or take away?"
"Take it away." If you eat here, you can certainly stay for more observation. But if you know there is something wrong with the meal, you can't eat it. If you don't eat here, you will surely be doubted.
The young man took the money and skillfully put a box of rice into a plastic bag and handed it to me.
I walked out of the restaurant with the rice as if nothing had happened and drove directly back to the antique shop.
The first time I went back to the antique shop, I poured the rice down, grabbed a handful of cinnabar, mixed some glutinous rice, and then sprinkled it on the rice together.
With a hissing sound, a white smoke suddenly rose from the rice!
The color of the smoke was very thick, and it was accompanied by a fishy smell, which was like a rotten corpse, and the rice immediately turned black.
Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.
This is a bowl of ghost rice!
According to the rules of the Chinese people, but after the death of a person, they always pay a bowl of rice in front of the spirit.
This bowl of rice is called: inverted rice, or the rice in front of the grave - it's to let the ghost eat the last bowl of Yangjian rice, so as to have the strength to rush to huangquan road.
Once the ghost has eaten, this bowl of rice will become the ghost rice.
The so-called people and ghosts don't fight for food. If a living person swallows Yin and ghost food, it will lead to Yin Qi entering the body. If it's light, it's listless. If it's serious, it's full of diseases. If people with weak physique and lack of Yang eat it, they may die as a result.
Just now I used the most masculine cinnabar and glutinous rice to verify that this is indeed a bowl of Yin GUI rice.
But I also saw with my own eyes that there were many old people in the line to buy food. According to reason, once they had eaten the ghost food, they would certainly be bedridden. But they just had a good spirit and a large appetite.
What's more, it's impossible to be addicted to ghost food. What did the shopkeeper add to it so that the customers could not forget it.
I was confused when my cell phone rang.
As soon as I got through, there was Zhong xiaopang's voice on the other end of the phone: "Master Zhang, surely you have found out the problem?"
I was just about to answer, but my heart suddenly moved. How could he know that I went to that restaurant.
"You watch me?" I asked coldly.
"No, no, Master Zhang, don't get me wrong. I'm in a hurry, too. I want to see if you have any action. According to the past rules, it's time for Zhao Wangcai to go to that cul de sac again tonight. Would you like to come and have a look? "
I paused and said, "well, come and pick me up in the evening." With that, he hung up.
At the same time when I hung up, I suddenly thought of Zhong xiaopang's intention.
The restaurant is very secretive and strange, and I am a dealer who specializes in selling Yin things. He estimated that Zhao Wangcai bought Yin things from me. So from the beginning, he didn't fully trust me, so he secretly stared at me to see if Zhao Wangcai and I were together.
Zhong xiaopang looks naive, but he has a lot in mind.
However, I don't care about him. The key point is to find out what secrets are hidden in that fried rice with eggs!
I didn't sleep last night, and I've been tossing about till now. I have to hurry up and get some sleep.
When I woke up, it was dark. Just after washing and eating, Zhong xiaopang knocked on the door.
Zhong xiaopang drives a very shabby van, the body is full of mud, one of the lights is still broken.
I leaned on the copilot's seat and said with a cold smile, "boss Zhong deserves to be a big business man. Isn't that too detailed?"Zhong xiaopang was stunned, and then he understood what I said. He said with a smile, "I have to keep an eye on it. If I always track with a car, he might have found out. Every time I follow, I have to change a car. Except for the first time I followed him closely, the next two times I waited for him at the alley entrance. Anyway, he would appear there, just It's just that I haven't figured out how he disappeared so far
"This time you go straight to the door of his shop. Let's follow him all the way." I ordered.
"Good." Zhong xiaopang should, while skillfully steering wheel, toward the east of the city.
In the east part of the city, it's very busy in the daytime, but it's dark at night, and there's no personal shadow in the street.
At the moment, the fried restaurant is closed. The rusty rolling gate is locked. Except for a few stray wild dogs in front of the door, there is no movement around.
Zhong xiaopang put out the lights, looked down at the night light watch and said: "wait, it's fast! He goes out every seven days. He didn't miss the last heavy rain. "
Seven days, why seven days?
Yin ghost rice
By the way! Seven days after the death of the deceased, it was the time of his return. The things he added to the meal must also have something to do with it.
I just don't know why he went to that dead end?
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As I thought about it, I moved slowly along with the line.
There are only three or four left in front of me.
Click, click, click
The middle-aged woman was carrying a spoon in the remaining stainless steel pot, scraping it for several times, and then her head didn't turn back and cried out: "his father, bring the rice!"
"OK!" With a greeting, a man came out of the shop.
This man is not tall, and he is thin and dry. He is wearing a washed and worn-out sportswear. He is covered with an apron full of oil stains. He is holding a big pot with two big hands.
This should be just fried rice. The pot is still steaming.
He put down the pot and took over the empty pot handed by his wife. He was about to turn around and walk to the kitchen, but suddenly he found something. He looked out and looked straight at me.
"What are you still doing? Go ahead and stir fry. So many people are waiting. " His wife saw him stupefied and scolded discontentedly.
"Oh, oh." He nodded and looked back.
But I just took two steps and looked back at me with great uneasiness.
There are so many people outside the door. Why did he just notice me? Did he notice anything?
"How many would you like?" I was in a daze. Several people in front of me had sold out. The boy in charge of collecting money looked up and asked me.
"One part." I said and pulled out the money.
"Eat here, or take away?"
"Take it away." If you eat here, you can certainly stay for more observation. But if you know there is something wrong with the meal, you can't eat it. If you don't eat here, you will surely be doubted.
The young man took the money and skillfully put a box of rice into a plastic bag and handed it to me.
I walked out of the restaurant with the rice as if nothing had happened and drove directly back to the antique shop.
The first time I went back to the antique shop, I poured the rice down, grabbed a handful of cinnabar, mixed some glutinous rice, and then sprinkled it on the rice together.
With a hissing sound, a white smoke suddenly rose from the rice!
The color of the smoke was very thick, and it was accompanied by a fishy smell, which was like a rotten corpse, and the rice immediately turned black.
Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.
This is a bowl of ghost rice!
According to the rules of the Chinese people, but after the death of a person, they always pay a bowl of rice in front of the spirit.
This bowl of rice is called: inverted rice, or the rice in front of the grave - it's to let the ghost eat the last bowl of Yangjian rice, so as to have the strength to rush to huangquan road.
Once the ghost has eaten, this bowl of rice will become the ghost rice.
The so-called people and ghosts don't fight for food. If a living person swallows Yin and ghost food, it will lead to Yin Qi entering the body. If it's light, it's listless. If it's serious, it's full of diseases. If people with weak physique and lack of Yang eat it, they may die as a result.
Just now I used the most masculine cinnabar and glutinous rice to verify that this is indeed a bowl of Yin GUI rice.
But I also saw with my own eyes that there were many old people in the line to buy food. According to reason, once they had eaten the ghost food, they would certainly be bedridden. But they just had a good spirit and a large appetite.
What's more, it's impossible to be addicted to ghost food. What did the shopkeeper add to it so that the customers could not forget it.
I was confused when my cell phone rang.
As soon as I got through, there was Zhong xiaopang's voice on the other end of the phone: "Master Zhang, surely you have found out the problem?"
I was just about to answer, but my heart suddenly moved. How could he know that I went to that restaurant.
"You watch me?" I asked coldly.
"No, no, Master Zhang, don't get me wrong. I'm in a hurry, too. I want to see if you have any action. According to the past rules, it's time for Zhao Wangcai to go to that cul de sac again tonight. Would you like to come and have a look? "
I paused and said, "well, come and pick me up in the evening." With that, he hung up.
At the same time when I hung up, I suddenly thought of Zhong xiaopang's intention.
The restaurant is very secretive and strange, and I am a dealer who specializes in selling Yin things. He estimated that Zhao Wangcai bought Yin things from me. So from the beginning, he didn't fully trust me, so he secretly stared at me to see if Zhao Wangcai and I were together.
Zhong xiaopang looks naive, but he has a lot in mind.
However, I don't care about him. The key point is to find out what secrets are hidden in that fried rice with eggs!
I didn't sleep last night, and I've been tossing about till now. I have to hurry up and get some sleep.
When I woke up, it was dark. Just after washing and eating, Zhong xiaopang knocked on the door.
Zhong xiaopang drives a very shabby van, the body is full of mud, one of the lights is still broken.
I leaned on the copilot's seat and said with a cold smile, "boss Zhong deserves to be a big business man. Isn't that too detailed?"Zhong xiaopang was stunned, and then he understood what I said. He said with a smile, "I have to keep an eye on it. If I always track with a car, he might have found out. Every time I follow, I have to change a car. Except for the first time I followed him closely, the next two times I waited for him at the alley entrance. Anyway, he would appear there, just It's just that I haven't figured out how he disappeared so far
"This time you go straight to the door of his shop. Let's follow him all the way." I ordered.
"Good." Zhong xiaopang should, while skillfully steering wheel, toward the east of the city.
In the east part of the city, it's very busy in the daytime, but it's dark at night, and there's no personal shadow in the street.
At the moment, the fried restaurant is closed. The rusty rolling gate is locked. Except for a few stray wild dogs in front of the door, there is no movement around.
Zhong xiaopang put out the lights, looked down at the night light watch and said: "wait, it's fast! He goes out every seven days. He didn't miss the last heavy rain. "
Seven days, why seven days?
Yin ghost rice
By the way! Seven days after the death of the deceased, it was the time of his return. The things he added to the meal must also have something to do with it.
I just don't know why he went to that dead end?
As I thought about it, I moved slowly along with the line. There are only three or four left in front of me. Click, click, click The middle-aged woman was carrying a spoon in the remaining stainless steel pot, scraping it for several times, and then her head didn't turn back and cried out: "his father, bring the rice!" "OK!" With a greeting, a man came out of the shop. This man is not tall, and he is thin and dry. He is wearing a washed and worn-out sportswear. He is covered with an apron full of oil stains. He is holding a big pot with two big hands. This should be just fried rice. The pot is still steaming. He put down the pot and took over the empty pot handed by his wife. He was about to turn around and walk to the kitchen, but suddenly he found something. He looked out and looked straight at me. "What are you still doing? Go ahead and stir fry. So many people are waiting. " His wife saw him stupefied and scolded discontentedly. "Oh, oh." He nodded and looked back. But I just took two steps and looked back at me with great uneasiness. There are so many people outside the door. Why did he just notice me? Did he notice anything? "How many would you like?" I was in a daze. Several people in front of me had sold out. The boy in charge of collecting money looked up and asked me. "One part." I said and pulled out the money. "Eat here, or take away?" "Take it away." If you eat here, you can certainly stay for more observation. But if you know there is something wrong with the meal, you can't eat it. If you don't eat here, you will surely be doubted. The young man took the money and skillfully put a box of rice into a plastic bag and handed it to me. I walked out of the restaurant with the rice as if nothing had happened and drove directly back to the antique shop. The first time I went back to the antique shop, I poured the rice down, grabbed a handful of cinnabar, mixed some glutinous rice, and then sprinkled it on the rice together. With a hissing sound, a white smoke suddenly rose from the rice! The color of the smoke was very thick, and it was accompanied by a fishy smell, which was like a rotten corpse, and the rice immediately turned black. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but take a breath of cool air. This is a bowl of ghost rice! According to the rules of the Chinese people, but after the death of a person, they always pay a bowl of rice in front of the spirit. This bowl of rice is called: inverted rice, or the rice in front of the grave - it's to let the ghost eat the last bowl of Yangjian rice, so as to have the strength to rush to huangquan road. Once the ghost has eaten, this bowl of rice will become the ghost rice. The so-called people and ghosts don't fight for food. If a living person swallows Yin and ghost food, it will lead to Yin Qi entering the body. If it's light, it's listless. If it's serious, it's full of diseases. If people with weak physique and lack of Yang eat it, they may die as a result. Just now I used the most masculine cinnabar and glutinous rice to verify that this is indeed a bowl of Yin GUI rice. But I also saw with my own eyes that there were many old people in the line to buy food. According to reason, once they had eaten the ghost food, they would certainly be bedridden. But they just had a good spirit and a large appetite. What's more, it's impossible to be addicted to ghost food. What did the shopkeeper add to it so that the customers could not forget it. I was confused when my cell phone rang. As soon as I got through, there was Zhong xiaopang's voice on the other end of the phone: "Master Zhang, surely you have found out the problem?" I was just about to answer, but my heart suddenly moved. How could he know that I went to that restaurant. "You watch me?" I asked coldly. "No, no, Master Zhang, don't get me wrong. I'm in a hurry, too. I want to see if you have any action. According to the past rules, it's time for Zhao Wangcai to go to that cul de sac again tonight. Would you like to come and have a look? " I paused and said, "well, come and pick me up in the evening." With that, he hung up. At the same time when I hung up, I suddenly thought of Zhong xiaopang's intention. The restaurant is very secretive and strange, and I am a dealer who specializes in selling Yin things. He estimated that Zhao Wangcai bought Yin things from me. So from the beginning, he didn't fully trust me, so he secretly stared at me to see if Zhao Wangcai and I were together. Zhong xiaopang looks naive, but he has a lot in mind. However, I don't care about him. The key point is to find out what secrets are hidden in that fried rice with eggs! I didn't sleep last night, and I've been tossing about till now. I have to hurry up and get some sleep. When I woke up, it was dark. Just after washing and eating, Zhong xiaopang knocked on the door. Zhong xiaopang drives a very shabby van, the body is full of mud, one of the lights is still broken. I leaned on the copilot's seat and said with a cold smile, "boss Zhong deserves to be a big business man. Isn't that too detailed?"Zhong xiaopang was stunned, and then he understood what I said. He said with a smile, "I have to keep an eye on it. If I always track with a car, he might have found out. Every time I follow, I have to change a car. Except for the first time I followed him closely, the next two times I waited for him at the alley entrance. Anyway, he would appear there, just It's just that I haven't figured out how he disappeared so far "This time you go straight to the door of his shop. Let's follow him all the way." I ordered. "Good." Zhong xiaopang should, while skillfully steering wheel, toward the east of the city. In the east part of the city, it's very busy in the daytime, but it's dark at night, and there's no personal shadow in the street. At the moment, the fried restaurant is closed. The rusty rolling gate is locked. Except for a few stray wild dogs in front of the door, there is no movement around. Zhong xiaopang put out the lights, looked down at the night light watch and said: "wait, it's fast! He goes out every seven days. He didn't miss the last heavy rain. " Seven days, why seven days? Yin ghost rice By the way! Seven days after the death of the deceased, it was the time of his return. The things he added to the meal must also have something to do with it. I just don't know why he went to that dead end?
