The early winter sky looked a little fragile, and the blue sky was covered with a thin and flat gray cloud, like a huge mirror, which shattered when it was broken.

The Mobi Pavilion is under this mirror, and the dark gray background adds a bit of seclusion and depression, compared with the bustle and prosperity of the past, it seems to be two worlds.

Yes, the Pavilion had not been patronized for ten days in a row, and now the whole courtyard was left with cooks and other people who were doing chores, and they were gathered in groups of three or five, whispering, or looking at the door boredly.

Outside the pavilion, about ten zhang away, a group of people gathered, probing their brains, pointing and discussing.

"Hey, now it's really a reversal, and there is no business at all in the Infinite Pavilion."

"It's been ten days, who would have thought that the Infinite Pavilion would have today? Hey, Mr. Zhang, in the past, you had to go there every once in a while to eat that crab three foods, why don't you go today, but now you don't have to queue up. ”

"Don't believe me when I tell you a strange thing, yesterday, I was going to go to the Mobi Pavilion, but halfway through, someone in the family chased me out, saying that my little granddaughter was sick, and asked me to go back quickly. I went home and asked Lang Zhong to take a look at the child, but it was no big deal, I saw that it was still early, so I was ready to go out again, but guess what, when I was about to get to the Wubi Pavilion, I was stolen again, hey, this meal is really not enough. Later I thought, maybe this is what God meant? Destiny cannot be violated? It's better not to go there recently, so as not to cause trouble for nothing. ”

"Are you really confused? Just have a meal? Where can you think of so many things. ”

"You don't think it's evil, you should go."

"Just go? I usually come here often, why can't I go today? ”

The guy who spoke was snorting haha? Heading in the direction of the Mobi Pavilion? But when I got closer, a chill ran out of my back. The guys a few feet away had already seen him, and they were standing one by one, smiling all over their faces? One of them also rushed to the inside? "Guests are coming, welcome guests."

However, even in the face of such irrepressible enthusiasm, he could not take another step forward in any way.

It was as if the ankle had been smashed by a huge hammer, and the pain was about to crack? But the simple pain is only secondary, and what is more terrifying? He felt a pinprick seep into the bones of his ankles, and his blood and muscles seemed to be frozen. The bones become hard and brittle. He believes that just one more step forward? His own foot will be broken.

"Guest officer? Are you here, please? If you want to eat, you can tell us, we have a wide range of delicacies in the world, only what you can't think of, and nothing you can't eat. The young man at the head had already walked up to him and made a "please come in" gesture.

But even though the face full of "courteous" was almost on his face, he still turned around and walked back, leaving the young man alone in front of the door of the Wubi Pavilion, and his raised arm did not fall for a long time.

"If you don't eat it, another day...... Come back another day. ”

He fled, but did not notice that the pain in his ankle was completely gone the moment he turned around, and he fled faster than a rabbit.

"It's ...... What's wrong? The young man blinked, the smile had not yet faded from his face, and scratched his head and laughed dryly.

***

Naturally, some people knew what was going on, Aunt Rong was sitting in the account room, her fingertips pointing at the abacus on the table, but she hadn't moved a bead for a long time. She usually sat at this table, and while inspecting the situation in the pavilion through the window, she made the abacus "click". But recently, she doesn't have to keep accounts, she doesn't have a table of business, what else do she need to keep accounts?

Aunt Rong's eyes converged with a ghostly light, her fingers flicked an abacus bead, and as soon as the bead rang, her heart trembled violently: Who is it? Who's doing the trick? It's been ten days in a row, and every day, the dishes she has carefully prepared will be gone, leaving only a stack of tired plates.

Her eyes darkened a little at the thought of the plate dangling like a small tower: was he playing a prank? But this "prank" will ruin everything for her, everything she has earned with great difficulty.

With a "snap", the abacus was thrown out by Aunt Rong, smashed against the wall, cracked into several petals, and the beads rolled all over the ground, just like her chaotic thoughts.

"I'll go with you, I'll see who comes to me to make trouble."

She cracked her mouth, and a few of her gold teeth glistened in the slanting sun that leaked through the window.

***

More than a dozen pots were placed in front of Aunt Rong, some were fried, some were fried, some were exploded, some were boiled, some were stewed, some were steamed, some were pasted, some were stuffy, some were simmered, some were baked, and some were stewed; There are silk drawing, honey juice, sugar water, and shabu shabu; There are meat and vegetarian food, there are those who swim in the sea, there are those who fly in the sky, there are those who run on the ground, and there are those who drill in the mud.

She shuttles back and forth between these pots, and she swings the pots and spoons with ease, occasionally knocking on the edge of the pot, making a "clanging" crunch, not like cooking, but like playing a musical instrument.

The Infinite Pavilion employs the best cooks in the world, but any cook who comes to Aunt Rong will probably have to bow down. For them, cooking is tempered into steel, but for her, it is a talent that cannot be envied.

Therefore, she is convinced that the tongue that she is used to serving can no longer adapt to the coarse tea and cold rice of the world.

"It's finished."

After serving the last dish, a rare smile bloomed on Aunt Rong's face. She is a person who doesn't like to laugh or cry, rarely gets angry and rarely can be happy, all her joys, sorrows and sorrows are condensed on the dishes she makes, eating her dishes is also tasting her emotions, her heart, ups and downs, life is like this.

Did you regret your uncle when he died?

Do you regret when you relied on the power of wild ghosts to prop up the noodle stall?

Did you regret killing Chen Yuan?

Opening of the Ambition ...... Regret it?

......

Do you regret raising wild ghosts that roam the mountains?

Aunt Rong didn't seem to have thought about it, she only knew that the road of life was like this step by step, and sometimes, the situation was so inevitable that there was no room for more consideration. She is just a grain of sand in the world, carried by the wind, and the wind blows it wherever it goes.

Therefore, when this restaurant was established, although Song Yao strongly opposed it, she still did it. She can't help but do it, she only has such a skill, if she doesn't do it, what do their mother and son live on?

It's just that the business is getting bigger and bigger, and she also woke up in the middle of the night, she thinks of her uncle, and thinks of the boy who died in her hands, she doesn't know, this time, what will she use to pay back.