NCCnovel Chapter 41 As Expected
Chapter 41 As Expected
The expression on "Zhu Gan's" face changed, no longer that of someone who was drunk. Zhang Yuanchao, who was leaning back on the sofa, also sensed the change.
"What's wrong? Do you need to borrow money?"
"No, the time has come."
Zhang Yuanchao thought this guy was about to go collect rent, so he helped him seal the bottle and then picked up the kettle on the ground, intending to fill it with hot water.
But as soon as he turned his head, the man in front of him changed his appearance. A hairpin was inserted into the bun at the back of his head, and his face quickly became younger than that of a middle-aged man.
In a daze, Zhang Yuanchao even remembered a young man who used to frequent the noodle shop in his previous life.
"You are, Ma Ye?"
"Uncle Zhang, you still recognize me!"
Sunlight streamed into the room from outside, freezing the gradually shifting shadows. Meanwhile, Fan Qiusheng in the kitchen was still nodding off, looking sleepy.
Zhang Yuanchao's chef's uniform was changed into a long robe with a collar, the pure white fabric without a single blemish.
"I knew it! How could someone I never met in my past life suddenly appear?"
"Perhaps you will meet someone like this in your next life."
Your apprentice wants to check if there are any omissions in his skills while he's out there, and I might need your help with that later.
"It's a small problem. Just make sure Xiaocheng doesn't get angry with me again."
Sitting there, Zhang Yuanchao would recall the events before entering the Pure Land, but he no longer felt regret. He simply closed his eyes and prepared to accept orders.
Ma Ye's hairpin lit up again, and golden light gradually emerged from Zhang Yuanchao's body.
But he seemed to have something else to say, and immediately waved his hand.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute."
He immediately got up and ran back to the counter, following his memories from his previous life. He had just bent down to look for something when he remembered that it was still 2008.
"What's wrong, Uncle Zhang? Is there any unfulfilled wish?"
"No, your master left me something, saying that someone would come and take it after I passed away, so he put it behind the counter."
"What is it?"
"It's a copper coin sword, said to bring wealth."
"Never mind, I'll have them give it to you when they arrive."
After speaking, Zhang Yuanchao sat back down next to the television. Although the image on the screen was frozen, the old master no longer blinked.
The scene in the noodle shop was rapidly fading away, and Qin Qingyou also got up from the kitchen, ready to leave the paradise at any moment.
Outside the door, Liu Gan had changed back into his original attire and was staring at the two people on the opposite platform.
"What's wrong? Did you see someone?"
"My mom should have just gotten off work today. These two have never bought a car and always take the bus to and from get off work."
Across from him, Liu's mother was sitting on a bench, relaxing with her eyes closed, while Liu Gan's face did not show much sadness.
Ma Ye didn't say much, just stayed with him quietly for a while, considering it an employee perk.
The scent of sandalwood gradually faded until it was undetectable, and the environment within the paradise slowly dissipated. Liu Gan silently closed his eyes.
Ma Ye, lying on the recliner, took off his willow-wood goggles. Since he stopped using a single dream-entry talisman this time, every time he entered the Pure Land, it was a pleasure.
Zhu Jin had already gotten up to prepare breakfast, and the ginger tea in front of her was still steaming.
"Alright? Drink the ginger tea."
"Why don't we ask the City God if there's any way to reduce the corrosive influence of the yin energy? We're almost out of ginger for cooking!"
The tea was a little too hot, but Ma Ye still tilted his head back and drank it.
It wasn't because I was thirsty, but mainly because I was too cold.
"There's probably no other way, since it's just a performance for ghosts."
"What should we eat for breakfast? How about we go to the noodle shop? We're going there anyway today."
Zhu Jin, who had just poured the rice into the pot, was stunned when she heard this. She was so angry that she picked up the rice scoop and was about to open a window in Ma Ye's skull.
One chased, the other ran, startling even the newly arrived King Jin.
"You bastard, why couldn't you have said so sooner! The rice's already in the pot!"
"I just said it casually, eating at home is fine too!"
For breakfast, we had plain congee with pickled vegetables. It wasn't that the two of them were continuing their frugal lifestyle; it was just that they had been too busy these past two days to go out and buy groceries.
Liu Gan and Qin Qing were sitting by the incense burner, greedily inhaling the incense. The moment the thought of going to the Sanqing tablet to get some incense for free came to mind, they immediately felt an unbearable headache.
"Brother, why do you think Master appeared in the environment?"
With one foot on the chair, Zhu Jin picked up a piece of pickled vegetable. Since her teacher's wife left, the two of them had become much freer.
"His three souls and seven spirits are still present, so the construction of the Pure Land naturally requires reference to his memories from his previous life."
My mentor also came to Jinchuan City after the turn of the millennium, which is when I met Zhang Yuanchao.
"You were quite cute when you were little. If I didn't have to maintain environmental stability, I would have liked to go and pinch you."
Before Ma Ye could even bring his chopsticks down, Zhu Jin closed her eyes and hid to the side.
"What? I was just saying."
"Nothing much, I just want to give you a massage."
When I called Zhang Cheng, he was still in bed, saying he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and kept worrying about whether his father's spirit would keep haunting him.
But he falls asleep instantly after 1 a.m., and his wife thought he was thinking about his girlfriend.
It wasn't until after 1 p.m. that he and Fan Qiusheng managed to pry open the door to Qingmu Hall.
With tea leaves in his left hand and milk in his right, it seems Zhang Cheng really doesn't have much money left.
"Mr. Ma, what do you need us to do this time? Are you short of money or supplies?"
After taking the two items, Ma Ye simply asked the two of them to sit on the stools.
"Now that the matter is settled, do you two no longer want the old man's formula?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng, who had been looking down, instantly perked up and gripped Ma Ye's hand tightly, moved.
"Mr. Ma, I can't thank you enough. I thought this money was simply to appease my father's soul!"
"That's true, getting things done for money has always been our principle here."
Zhang Cheng's eyes glistened with tears as he saw the dawn, his hands clenched tightly. Ma Ye's arm swayed with his strength.
Zhang Cheng only calmed down after Fan Qiusheng came out to stop him.
Zhu Jin, who was standing to the side, was already very sleepy. She was waiting to finish her work so she could go to the supermarket to shop.
"Boss Zhang, I must tell you this in advance: your father's condition has finally stabilized, so please try to speak as little as possible."
Go along with him in everything, and get the details of the recipe as soon as possible, so that I can help your father enter reincarnation as soon as possible.
"Alright, alright, thank you for troubling Mr. Ma last time. I promise I won't waste any more words this time. I'll let my brother Fan learn the recipe and come out."
Zhang Cheng was extremely anxious. It was already late July, and his father-in-law's money was only enough to pay off this month's loan.
After putting on the willow-wood goggles, I sat down in the recliner just like last time, crossing my arms over my chest, trembling slightly as if from nervousness.
Fan Qiusheng took the goggles and nodded slightly to Ma Ye. After watching him light incense, he put on the goggles.
"Liu Gan, I'll leave this to you for now. I won't go in."
"Okay, Mr. Ma."
The two people on the deck chairs suddenly heard a strange man's voice, but before they could ask, their view changed from darkness to light, and they found themselves in front of their own noodle shop.
Zhang Yuanchao was sitting on a bench, wearing the apron he had washed countless times before.
He looked at the two people at the door, as if he had known they were coming all along.
"What are you standing there for? Come on in!"