In short, Lin Ling's garbage street is on fire.

These idle drunken ghosts all say they want to rent a stall in the garbage street and have some creative dark cuisine.

But there is no doubt that among the many dark dishes, Lin Ling's smoked and fried kelp soup is definitely a hit.

But no matter how much other ghosts try to imitate, they will lose a mess in raw materials, and in the end they can only resign themselves to other products.

Lin Ling was very satisfied with the effect of his golden idea, and he was even more riveting to stir the soup there.

However, after stirring and stirring, she found a problem: she came up with the idea and did the work, why did Xiao Yi become the one who counted the money in the end?

But fortunately, the situation was solved immediately, because An Yeon, who had worked hard, returned.

Speaking of An Yan, Lin Ling was also convinced, this little ghost was simply arrogant. is obviously willing to help herself, but she has to teach her a lot of things for thirty minutes without repeating it.

Moreover, what gave Lin Ling a headache was that An Yan seemed to be suffering from a new disease - pinching people unreasonably.

She obviously praised the big red egg on An Yan's ear so sincerely, but she was pinched by a waist.

Why? Why is that?

The red eggs have been touched, shouldn't they be liked?

Oh, and it's not called a red egg though.

Then Yanyan, tell me what this is called.

Why didn't you tell her? Why did you pinch her so hard? How does this make her understand? Don't you understand, don't you have to continue to call red eggs in the future?

However, although An Yan's small problems are quite strange, her ability to work is beyond doubt.

Moreover, she not only loves to work herself, but also can especially lead others to work together.

No, it didn't take long for her to cultivate four clever starters.

In addition, Yunliu decomposes the production process into four parts, so that the completion of this murderous kelp soup can be greatly accelerated through the assembly line work.

Now, Lin Ling, who is free, can finally count the money.

But immediately, Lin Ling found another problem:

Why are they all working hard, while Xiao Yi is leisurely drinking tea on the side, listening to other ghosts?

I'm a small boss, shouldn't I be the most idle person?

So, Lin Ling, who suddenly felt that his face was dull, immediately threw the work of counting money to Yunliu, and he threw it to Meimei without accident.

And now, Lin Ling, who has become a real shopkeeper, is comfortably wandering around the city.

Swinging and swinging, Lin Ling came to the open space where the Green Hall was located.

Touching the scene, Lin Ling couldn't help but touch the rhubarb petals, which were already a lot smaller.

If there are more people in the capital in the future, I can ask them for information on the restoration of souls; Even, if the wallet is bulging enough, you can buy it directly.

Lin Ling believes that those who can find the capital city are by no means idle.

Just as Lin Ling was thinking about how to develop the traffic in the city, the Qingdian actually appeared out of thin air.

Looking at the door open to him, Lin Ling scratched his head with some distress: in the dead of night, an old man who had been lonely for many years was inviting him into his house for tea.

Lin Ling felt that if he went in like this, he would definitely have to be trained again.

But before Lin Ling could report to the housekeeper's in-laws, she was swept in by a yin wind.

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Although this was Lin Ling's second time entering the Green Palace, there was no ghost cry that was not very authentic, and Lin Ling always felt that there was a swishing behind him.

But fortunately, this time, all the flowers and plants that were originally withered were alive, and Lin Ling could even see a little couple in the courtyard.

The woman in white, dressed in a fairy style, fluttered with sleeves, twisted her waist, moved lightly with lotus steps, and danced among the flowers.

The man in Xuanyi, even if he blows Xiao, he can't hide the aura of a king, but his eyes are gentle as if he wants to drip.

In short, men and women are good-looking, fairy couples.

So, does the old man Qinghua want to find himself to remember the past?

Thinking of the information he got from An Yan and what Zhang Yuniang said before she died, Lin Ling guessed that this beautiful girl was probably ......

With a sigh, Lin Ling continued to walk inside, okay, okay, isn't it just a garbage can.

But old men are sometimes very bad.

Lin Ling left several times, but in the end he returned to this courtyard.

Lin Ling, who had no choice, had no choice but to hold his cheeks and look at the Wang man and woman in front of him blankly.

Don't blame Lin Ling for scolding, she is just a layman, she doesn't understand the beauty of flowers, and she can't appreciate the dance like flowers. At a glance, it was a shock, and if you saw too much, you wanted to cut the table.

Probably because Lin Ling's expression was not intoxicated enough, the man in Xuanyi suddenly turned his head and said, "Heh, you little fat ghost is not small, you dare to despise the woman in this seat so much." ”

Hearing this, Lin Ling's eyes lit up, and he immediately circled around the man in Xuanyi, and said with a flattering face: "The green bottle is big, how did you hit the wall with this ghost?" I won't bother you to teach, you can just do it a few times for the little one to take a look, okay? ”

Lin Ling is really greedy, and after she learns it, won't she be able to assist the stupid little angel brother and sister?

Although she was so worshipped, Qinghua's mood did not improve at all, not to mention that this little fat ghost only thought about stealing skills from her own place, and then said that the line of liquid flowing from the corners of her mouth was inexplicably unappetizing.

The green bottle couldn't bear it anymore, so he smashed the big yellow flower on Lin Ling, and said in an unkind tone: "If you make such a vulgar act in front of this seat, this seat will lock your soul in this courtyard forever." ”

But this kind of words obviously couldn't hurt Lin Ling, she happily buckled the rhubarb flower on her head, and sure enough, there was a sense of comfort all over her body.

Moved, Lin Ling launched a worthless good person card: "The green bottle is big, you are a good ghost." ”

"Heh, the last person who dared to be so big or small about this seat has no soul anymore."

The green bottle threatened, but did not take back the rhubarb flower, lest the little fat ghost drool and dirty the land.

"And what do you want me to call you?"

Lin Ling thought about it, but still swallowed Lao Hei.

"Bottles."

After the green bottle finished speaking, his eyes were a little misty.

"Oh, the bottle."

Although Lin Ling didn't understand where the name was respectful, he still called it out obediently.

As a result, in the next second, she was lifted up by the green bottle of the poop by the neck.

"Heh, what are you? Do you deserve to be called this seat? ”

The more he spoke, the harder he spoke, the harder he became, but immediately he threw Lin Ling to the ground again, and his expression changed unpredictably: "You are obviously as bold as her, why don't you feel that way at all when you call this seat?" Why can't you even call a name? ”

After the green bottle finished speaking, it began to release low air pressure.

But immediately, the fine green bottle quickly retracted the low air pressure, and said with a soft expression: "By the way, I forgot, you are not her, you are the little fat cat she raised." ”

But immediately, Qingbei changed his face again: "You useless animal, your master is so good to you, and now that she is gone, why can you still eat so fat?" ”