My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

Chapter 159 What is your conspiracy?

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Lin Jiaojiao dragged Meng Qie to stand outside Song Mian's shop.

Meng Qia's face was full of resistance as he fiercely shook off Lin Jiaojiao's arm. "What's wrong with you, you devil? I already said I didn't want to come, but you still insisted on dragging me over. What on earth are you plotting?"

Lin Jiaojiao hadn't expected Meng Qi to be so right. She looked away in panic, but said righteously, "Meng Qi, you're really hurting me by saying that. I only asked you to come here for you this time."

"It's a good thing that you don't cheat me. What can you do for me?" Meng Qi looked at Lin Jiaojiao, his eyes filled with distrust of her.

Lin Jiaojiao was also feeling uneasy, but she said righteously, "Of course I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, if the boss doesn't open this hour anymore, you'll be crying and you won't even know what to do!"

This was indeed effective. Meng Qie, who had originally shown a look of disdain, felt his heart tighten. He stared at Lin Jiaojiao and asked, "What do you mean? Why would such a good store just be closed?"

"Of course, it's because she's made enough money. The young boss herself isn't an ambitious person. She originally opened this funeral clothing store out of necessity. Now that she's made millions, she doesn't want to see ghosts every day anymore, so she decided to close the store."

Lin Jiaojiao was so engrossed in the role that she almost fooled herself by the end: "I originally wanted to bring you here to see if there was anything Kani wanted to stock up on, so that the boss could buy some more for you. But I didn't expect you to be so interested!"

"It's not that I don't care, I just can't accept this fact for a while. Has the young boss encountered any difficulties? Maybe I can help." Meng Qi said in embarrassment.

"You'd better find a way to ask the boss to help you. You can only get the things you like to eat from the boss. If there is anything you want, go and tell the boss yourself. I won't take care of it." After saying this, Lin Jiaojiao left Meng Qi and left.

"You'd better find a way to ask the boss to help you. You can only get the things you like to eat from the boss. If there is anything you want, go and tell the boss yourself. I won't take care of it." After saying this, Lin Jiaojiao left Meng Qi and left.

He looked as if he was extremely disappointed with Meng Qie.

"Lin Jiaojiao, don't leave in such a hurry." Seeing that Lin Jiaojiao had indeed left, Meng Qi hesitated for a moment, and then floated into the funeral clothing store.

In an instant, a stench that was difficult to describe in words hit Meng Qi's face, making him stagger.

There were all kinds of heavy-tasting foods on the table.

Durian, sour bamboo shoots and stinky tofu were placed side by side on the table, competing for beauty. The rich aroma spread out layer by layer.

Meng Qia was shocked by the smell. After taking two deep breaths, he found that the smell was still there, lingering at the tip of his nose.

Soon, Meng Qie began to enjoy it uncontrollably.

For Meng Qia, this taste is simply the best in the world.

However, the most obvious of these smells is the smell of grass with a hint of bitterness.

Following a special smell, Meng Qia turned his attention to the hot pot in the center of the table.

Inside was a ball of soup that looked like crushed green grass. It was already boiling, and there were unknown objects rolling around in the green soup. It was hard to describe the feeling just by looking at it.

Meng Qi moved closer and saw the instructions placed aside.

Outside the glass door of the backyard, Song Mian and Lin Jiaojiao watched Meng Qi's actions together. They looked at each other and both clearly felt their stomachs churning.

"He actually ate it!" Shocked by the scene before her, Lin Jiaojiao felt nauseous. "Young Boss, I can't take it anymore! This kid really has a strong taste!"

Song Mian looked at Meng Qie in the room.

After Meng Qia took a bite of the tripe, an expression of great enjoyment appeared on his face, as if he was enjoying the food carefully.

Chewing slowly, Meng Qia couldn't describe the various flavors that seemed to explode in his mouth.

It was very intoxicating, but also very delicious. Meng Qia felt as if he had opened the door to a new world and couldn't help but pick up a piece of durian and start chewing it.

The smell of durian mixed with the beef stomach hotpot came rushing in, attacking his taste buds powerfully.

"Wow, this is so delicious! How can it be so delicious?!" Meng Qi was inspired. Bi Qing became more and more intoxicated, and then poured the other side dishes prepared by Song Mian into the pot one by one.

Meng Qia couldn't stop eating one mouthful after another. He liked it more and more. In the end, he wanted to drink up all the hot pot soup base.

Seeing Meng Qi touching his belly with a satisfied expression, Song Mian quickly opened the glass door to get some fresh air.

The moment she opened the glass door, Song Mian could almost see the foul smell floating in the air. The strong smell almost made her stumble.

After suppressing the churning of his stomach, Song Mian shuddered all over and felt like he was not feeling well!

Lin Jiaojiao, who was standing by, couldn't resist the shocking smell and started vomiting violently after bending over.

Meng Qia was full and satisfied. Seeing Lin Jiaojiao's resistance, he couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, she really doesn't know how to enjoy delicious food, or she has no luck!"

"You're so lucky! Otherwise, how could you eat so much of my food in one go?" Song Mian looked distressed and sighed at Meng Qie. "Do you know that I specially prepared this beef stomach hot pot to please my big customer? I can sell this beef stomach hot pot for eight million!"

Meng Qia's eyes widened in shock. "Song Mian! Stop trying to trick me! I know the market price. This hot pot meal is a maximum of one thousand yuan. At worst, I can give you ten thousand. Don't ask for such a high price!"

"It's indeed the same price in the living world, but it's a different story once it's delivered to the ghost world! Do you know that it takes a lot of effort for me to deliver things from the living world to you ghosts? I can only deliver this much stuff to the ghost world every three days. That's why this hot pot is so precious!"

Song Mian was so engrossed in the story that he wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes. "It's over. I promised the client something and ended up not being able to do it. What's the point of living like this?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're exaggerating, aren't you? It's just a small matter, are you really going to kill yourself?" Meng Qi saw Song Mian lowering his head and simply ignoring him, and his heart began to feel uneasy. "Don't be like this, at worst I can help you solve this problem together, right?"

"That's not impossible." Song Mian was waiting for Meng Qi to say this. He immediately put away his sad expression and raised his eyebrows at Meng Qi.

Meng Qie finally reacted and looked at Song Mian in disbelief: "Are you kidding me? Song Mian, are you deliberately tricking me?"

Song Mian had certainly done it on purpose, but facing the furious Meng Qie, she couldn't admit it: "You're really wronging me by saying that. I was really planning to quit after making this profit, but you ruined my business."

"Lin Jiaojiao brought me here, so she must have a part in this matter!" Meng Qi still couldn't accept the fact that he had been cheated.