The Home Inn was passed down from Grandpa Du Gui's generation. It's not clear whether there were eighteen generations further up.

As the name of the store suggests, its purpose is to allow customers to feel the warmth of home when dining.

Since this is the purpose, from service to hospitality, we must pursue the feeling of a home.

Du Gui thinks that in terms of service, it is impossible for a Home Inn to feel like home.

No restaurant will give you credit.

Let’s talk about cooking.

His cooking skills are really good.

In the kitchen.

Du Gui stood in front of the chopping board, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, slicing the tomatoes he bought from the vegetable market in the morning.

The steamer next to it is steaming rice.

Um……

He really planned to make two bowls of decapitated rice for the two "guests".

I hope that after eating, I will go away obediently.

"I'm really scared..."

Du Gui was panicking, and his cutting hands were shaking. He turned around, and Sister Hong's head was hanging on his shoulder, but no matter what, she didn't make any physical contact with him.

certainly……

The premise is that ghosts have limbs.

From such a close distance, Du Gui could clearly see Sister Hong's hideous face. Her skin color turned from pale to gray, as if moldy, and blood was flowing down her eye sockets, and her eyes were about to fall.

When it comes out, there are only some blood vessels connected.

Damn, that's scary.

Du Gui immediately turned his head to the other side, not daring to look at Sister Hong's face.

But when he turned his head, he saw a broken bone on his left shoulder. The end seemed to be rubbing on the ground, causing the flesh and blood to disappear, revealing a palm of white bones.

"Grass."

Du Gui's face turned green, he could only look down at the vegetables on the chopping board and cut them quickly.

God knows, he is really timid!

At the same time, Du Gui was also praying in his heart: "Sister Hong, Brother Water Ghost, originally I just wanted to make you a decapitation meal, but when I thought it was too disrespectful to you, I gave you an extra dish. After you finish eating,

Never come to me again in the future, I can't stand this stimulation..."

The so-called decapitated rice is actually rice with raw food, also called rice for the dead.

At this time, the vegetables were almost cut.

Du Gui glanced at the iron pot on the gas stove next to him, immediately opened the lid and turned on the fire with a twist of the button.

call……

The flames made the iron pot boiling hot.

Du Gui put some oil in, heated it up, and poured the vegetables in.

And this time.

Tick ​​tock…

A drop of water fell into the pot.

Du Gui looked up in the direction of the water drops.

His face turned pale.

Above the head, the water ghost was lying on the ceiling, holding a knife like a large kitchen knife in one hand, and one hand was buried in the hanging hair, extending downward.

The hair was dark green, like water plants, and water droplets seeped down from the hair.

The ghost knows why this water ghost is covered in water.

Du Gui forced out a smile: "Brother Water Ghost, can you move to another position? Your water is flowing too much and it's dripping into the pot."

Tick ​​tock…

The water is still dripping.

But the water ghost showed no signs of moving.

Moreover, its hair was getting longer and longer, and Du Gui could see the hand hidden in the hair. It was as skinny as wood, and it would not be long before it could reach his face.

The sharpest point of the large kitchen knife held by the water ghost's other hand happened to be facing his head.

Du Gui was frightened.

He lowered his head in fear and stared at the iron pot, not daring to speak any more.

While cooking, my hands were shaking.

The water kept dripping down.

More and more, and soon, stir-fries will turn into stews.

As time goes by.

Du Gui felt more and more uneasy, because there was too much soup in the pot, and the light in the kitchen became very dark for some unknown reason.

Sister Hong was pressed tightly against her behind, and the chill that penetrated her body made Du Gui tremble non-stop.

What's even scarier is.

Du Gui found that his body was becoming stiff and his eyes seemed to be locked. He could only stare at the iron pot, or to be precise, the soup in the pot.

He moved his head to the side, but his eyes were fixed on the soup in the iron pot.

It's like the water in the iron pot has a strange magic power.

The back of the neck.

You can even feel that the chill is getting stronger and stronger.

The next second.

The soup in the pot gradually started to boil and bubbled.

Du Gui's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he didn't know whether it was from heat or fear.

"it is done."

Du Gui didn't care whether the soup with added ingredients was drinkable or not, or whether the vegetables were cooked. His intuition told him that if he continued to consume it like this, there would be problems.

Zhang Quanyou, why the hell haven't you come yet?

However, just when Du Gui was about to pour the vegetable soup into the casserole, Gudu...

The soup in the entire iron pot swelled up and made a big bubble.

Wave……

A slight, almost inaudible sound of bubbles bursting was heard.

Du Gui's eyes were fixed on the iron pot. A wrinkled, pale and blue middle-aged face bulged out of the soup pot.

That face was ferocious and strange.

And, as soon as he appeared, he opened his big mouth and rushed towards Du Gui's face, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat.

"What the hell..."

Du Gui couldn't help but curse.

He wanted to get out of the way, but Sister Hong was sticking to his back, so he couldn't move back at all. He could only freeze in place, trying to move his head, but his eyes were fixed on the iron pot, unable to move at all.

what to do?

Am I going to die here?

Du Gui's eyes widened and were filled with bloodshot eyes.

He was in a dilemma.

laugh……

The lid of the steamer next to it was suddenly pushed open by steam, and steam spurted out.

Don't know why.

The face that emerged from the soup paused for a moment.

Du Gui suddenly found that he could look away.

Without thinking, he immediately poured the vegetable soup from the iron pot into the casserole.

That human face still wanted to pounce on me.

Du Gui covered the lid of the casserole.

It's strange to say.

The green and white face in the casserole seemed to be constantly bumping, causing the casserole to keep shaking, but no matter what, there was no way to escape from it.

"Isn't this casserole some magical weapon that can be used to deal with ghosts?"

An idea came to Du Gui's mind, but after thinking about it carefully, it was impossible!

He bought this casserole in the supermarket a few days ago. It costs eight yuan a piece and is standard Made in China. If this thing can deal with ghosts, he thinks he can make ghosts into dishes.

Don't dare to think about it any more.

Du Gui filled two bowls of steamed rice.

When he was just cooking the vegetable soup, he had already realized that the rice was already cooked, and there was no way to make it a meal. But at that time, he couldn't move, so there was no way to turn off the heat in advance.

"Brother and sister, conditions do not permit it. I can only eat two meals and one soup. You can make do with it."

Du Gui turned to Sister Hong and forced a smile.

Sister Hong's mouth was open, filled with minced meat.

He raised his head again and looked at the water ghost above his head.

The face of the water ghost disappeared, leaving only a dark outline.

But the hair that looked like waterweed was already wrapped around Du Gui's neck, and the large kitchen knife in his hand was just one centimeter away from Du Gui's forehead.
Chapter completed!