Gravekeeper

Hearing Chu Qing's question, Zhou Yingzhu opened her mouth, and then chose to tell the truth:

"To be honest, Mr. Chu, when I debuted in my early years, my brothers in the underworld gave me the nickname 'Thirteenth Sister'."

Chu Qing was stunned, and looked at Zhou Yingzhu suspiciously: "You can't tell?"

Zhou Yingzhu had no way to explain, after all, who doesn't have some black history, but her black history is a real 'black' history.

However, she was a little more modest in her nickname. In fact, when she was at her most powerful, her nickname was 'Knife-carrying Mother Rakshasa'

Chu Qing didn't bother to care:

"Okay, in that case, do you have any knives you are good at using?"

Zhou Yingzhu didn't understand and nodded:

"Yes, there is a finely forged Miao Dao with a sharp blade placed over at my house..."

"Very good, let's go now, first get the knife, then go kill people."

After saying this, Zhou Yingzhu hesitated a little.

"What?"

Chu Qing frowned slightly.

Before Zhou Yingzhu spoke, he had already given the answer.

'Gu...'

For the first time, Zhou Yingzhu blushed.

Chu Qing didn't have any fluctuations.

Since he changed his job to a gravekeeper, his dependence on food has decreased to a certain extent. He didn't feel anything after not eating for a long time.

However, I asked him last night, and Zhou Yingzhu completed the task so quickly. He didn't eat or sleep all night, which was indeed a bit overloaded.

Thinking of this, Chu Qing glanced at her:

"I have limited time, just go find something to eat. There will be plenty of time for you to rest in the future, but if you miss this village, you will miss this store."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Chu."

Chu Qing was about to get in the car, but at this moment, a wave of indistinct waves slowly appeared.

It was as if dominoes were pushed down one by one.

In this dark, there was a chain reaction.

Chu Qing turned his head suddenly, and on the huge tombstone behind him, a strand of blood slowly condensed, and then, lines of fonts appeared in front of the two of them:

[Location: Unknown. ]

[Time limit: Before 14:00 tonight. ]

[Task goal: Find a restaurant and order a bowl of delicious pork trotter rice. ]

[Task reward: Unknown. ]

[Task failure penalty: None. ]

Chu Qing's right eyelid twitched.

However, at that moment, when he mentioned eating, the first thing he thought of was really pork trotter rice!

Destiny is all the choices and contingencies that can appear after choosing an anchor point to set off.

And mastering destiny is to turn the choices and contingencies that are beneficial to you into your own inevitability!

So, Chu Qing thought about it and took the human head lantern that had been working hard.

The human head lantern is the most useful of all his weirdness, but it has always been used for free.

This thing is too fierce, and Chu Qing is really worried that he will not be able to control it if it takes off a little.

At present, before the Yin position breaks through to the sixth level, the body of the ghost controller will still be hurt by attacks and weapons at the real level, and the value of this human head lantern is incomparable.

Thinking of this, Chu Qing suddenly felt that this thing is really a bit aggrieved?

Well, every time he guards in the future, he will give this human head lantern one or two of the six Yin life he has obtained, which is considered a reward for running around with him.

Thinking of this, Chu Qing did not go to the European land again, waved to Zhou Yingzhu and got on the taxi:

"Let's go."

The latter got on without thinking.

Is this really an ordinary taxi?

This thought just appeared, and after reaching a speed of 400 kilometers per hour, Zhou Yingzhu had no time to think about it.

What does it feel like to hit someone while driving a high-speed train? She now experienced it.

Three minutes later, the speed slowed down.

Chu Qing came to a restaurant street not far from Beishan Cemetery.

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, but it was already dark. It was not time to turn on the street lights. The whole city, the whole street, seemed like a dead city.

Occasionally, there were a few houses with lights on, which did not meet Chu Qing's requirements.

Soon, the two saw one.

The tungsten lamp, which was similar to Chu Qing's security room before, flickered with dim light, and there were a few big words on it:

'Los Angeles Authentic Cantonese Longjiang Pork Knuckle Rice'

It was a typical fly restaurant.

The two got out of the car.

Entered the mausoleum.

The store was not big, but it was clean and tidy.

It seemed that they heard a customer coming in.

A dull voice sounded from the kitchen:

"Just scan the code to order."

Chu Qing took a look and ordered two bowls of pork knuckle rice.

"Mr. Chu, do you like to eat pig's trotter rice?"

"It's okay. I used to work part-time when I was in school and liked to eat some."

Zhou Yingzhu looked at Chu Qing's appearance. She seemed to think of something and said with some nostalgia:

"I dropped out of school when I was in technical secondary school and went to work in Guangdong Province.

The first time I ate this pig's trotter rice, I couldn't understand the dialect there. Looking at the sign, I thought it was made of pig's trotters at first, but after eating it, I found out that it was pork elbow.

It's quite delicious. At that time, my favorite thing to eat was pig's trotter rice.

It's a pity that the salary was less than 1,000 yuan a month at that time, and I could only afford to eat a meal when I got my salary."

Looking at Zhou Yingzhu who missed her very much, Chu Qing pursed his lips.

He was not interested in Zhou Yingzhu's struggle and rise.

Zhou Yingzhu didn't see Chu Qing's expression, but asked:

"Have you been to this restaurant before?"

Chu Qing thought for a moment and nodded again: "I think I have been here before."

What does "I think I have" mean? Zhou Yingzhu was puzzled.

"How does this restaurant taste? Haha, I haven't eaten pig's trotter rice for many years."

"This is an old restaurant. It has been making pig's trotter rice in Zhongyuan Province. It can survive. Ming's skills should be considered pretty good."

Chu Qing thought for a moment and said.

"Wow, I'm sure I'll try it if I can get your approval, Mr. Chu."

Before the two of them waited any longer, while they were chatting, a figure came up with two bowls of pig's trotter rice.

Chu Qing looked at the figure who came up. He was wearing a large apron, a chef's hat and a mask. Only a pair of dull eyes were outside. It was hard to see clearly. All he could see was that the other person was very fat.

Chu Qing understood.

At this moment, Zhou Yingzhu has already set his sights on the pork trotter rice that was served in front of him.

The color was bright golden, and at the same time, the red soup soaked every grain of rice. The rich meaty aroma made people drool subconsciously.

Zhou Yingzhu thought that he had eaten countless delicacies from land and sea, but at this moment, when he saw this thing, his eyes were bright and he looked like a starving ghost.

"This is so delicious, isn't it? It's much more delicious than abalone and the like. There's actually a restaurant with such superb craftsmanship in Luocheng! This chef is really wasting his talent here."

Zhou Yingzhu praised:

"What a pity, if it weren't for the current situation, such an amazing restaurant would definitely be very popular."

Chu Qing thought about it and nodded in agreement: "Business is indeed good. If the family of three didn't hire waiters, such a restaurant would often be too busy to handle meals."

Chu Qing looked at Zhou Yingzhu in front of him and finally couldn't help being hungry. After taking a bite, he said:

"Chew more, don't swallow it in a hurry."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yingzhu was stunned, nodded: "Indeed, this is good for the stomach."

"By the way, Mr. Chu, do you know the owner of this shop?"

"I came here a lot a long time ago, so I've seen him many times."

Chu Qing didn't move his chopsticks, and thought about it for a while in his mind:

"The owner seems to be a middle-aged man in his thirties, from Luocheng. He went to Guangdong Province to work in his early years, learned some skills, and returned to his hometown to open this shop.

His wife is from Sichuan Province. She is a good person, but a little bit fierce. The two of them There is a son. His grades are very good. He should have finished the college entrance examination this year. Normally, he should go to college after the school starts in September.

Their family is kind-hearted. Occasionally, the boss and his wife will give some free food to sanitation workers and beggars. The boss loves his wife very much, but he just likes to drink a little.

However, the boss is a henpecked man and is afraid of his wife. I remember many times that the two quarreled because the man liked to drink a little in the store at night. In fact, his wife was right to be angry.

His drinking behavior is average. I remember that once I I came back from my part-time job to eat in the middle of the night. The man was drunk and asked my sister, who had sung for ten minutes, to sit on the bow of the boat. "

"Puff..."

Zhou Yingzhu laughed out loud:

"This man is really interesting, but Mr. Chu, since you are so familiar with each other, why didn't you say hello when he came out just now? It's a good opportunity for me to meet him."

But Chu Qing didn't smile at all, and looked at Zhou Yingzhu calmly:

"You have already met."

"Huh?" Zhou Yingzhu was stunned, her originally red lips were stained with the soup and oil of the pig's trotter rice, and she looked at Chu Qing in confusion.

Chu Qing never moved his chopsticks.

He raised his chin lightly, and continued to speak in a calm tone without any ups and downs:

"Their family is in your bowl."