Vengeful spirits? Let's get out of the dungeon first!

Chapter 43 Goodbye Old Zhang

The old woman sat nervously on the bench, looking around anxiously, afraid that her attire would annoy the other customers in the noodle shop.

But after waiting for a long time, the noodle soup still hadn't been served. Just as she was about to get up, Fan Qiusheng came over carrying a large bowl.

But the bowl contains more than just noodle soup; there are a few noodles and some greens. If you add an egg, it becomes a special-price noodle dish.

The old woman dared not reach out, nervously grasped Fan Qiusheng's hand, and shouted shrilly toward the kitchen:

"Boss, I just want a bowl of noodle soup, you can't force me to buy it!"

"Don't worry, Auntie, the vegetables are a little overcooked, and the noodles are leftovers. Eat up, it's free!"

The chopsticks were also placed over, and as soon as the old woman let go of them, Fan Qiusheng turned and walked into the house.

An enticing aroma wafted from the bowl in front of her. The old woman's eyes welled up with tears as she took small bites of the noodles.

Sitting to the side, Zhang Cheng was very puzzled. Not only now, but when he was a child, he always wanted to stop his father from doing charity work.

"Dad, what does this mean? Do we still need to do charity?"

Holding onto his trouser leg, Zhang Cheng quickly ran into the kitchen, while Zhang Yuanchao turned off the stove and listened to Fan Qiusheng asking questions.

When he saw little Zhang Cheng run in, he picked him up and put him on his lap.

Do you know why our family never does any advertising?

"With a location like this, what's the point of advertising? It's right across from the hospital; we're got plenty of customers!"

Zhang Yuanchao's eyes twitched slightly, but he still suppressed his anger.

Fortunately, he instructed Liu Gan to restore Zhang Cheng's appearance to its cutest childhood form, otherwise he would have turned evil long ago.

"The best publicity is not posting on Google, but word of mouth."

Hospitalized patients would tell their fellow patients, migrant workers would recommend it to their colleagues, and even those making a living on the streets would tell their friends about the meal.

Our noodle shop isn't anything special; we use honest ingredients and give generous portions, which naturally keeps our customers coming back.

Zhang Cheng originally did not study law; he only studied business for four years before starting work in a company.

He might not understand the concepts of honesty and conscience, but if you replace those words with synonyms like "promotion" and "retention rate," he'll naturally grasp the meaning.

"It's not that there's no business without cunning, but that there's no business without shrewdness."

Fan Qiusheng on the other side nodded in understanding. They no longer needed to go back and memorize the previous content; remembering just these four words would be enough for the two of them.

The Paradise also opened a back door for Zhang Yuanchao, allowing him to hear the thoughts of the two without having to ask directly.

Fan Qiusheng had already understood his meaning; only his foolish son was still calculating.

Seeing that his noodle shop could still operate according to the previous procedures, Zhang Yuanchao felt relieved, and Zhang Cheng, who was sitting on his lap, even felt a sense of detachment.

"Wait, wait, it's not over yet!"

Zhang Yuanchao quickly stopped Liu Gan from making his next move. There were no more customers outside, and the entire noodle shop fell silent again.

Too lazy to carry Zhang Cheng any longer, Zhang Yuanchao rolled up his trouser legs and led the two of them toward the back of the counter.

In the lowest compartment lay a small box. It wasn't covered in dust, but you could tell it was quite old.

"Mr. Ma's master and I are old friends. He gave me a small item before, this is it. Please remember to return it to Mr. Ma when you get back."

"What? It can't be money, can it?"

After holding back for a long time, Zhang Yuanchao finally couldn't help but strike, slapping Zhang Cheng on the back of the head, making him stagger.

"Even if it's money, it has nothing to do with the two of you!"

Remember to recommend business to Mr. Ma in the future. If it weren't for him, the noodle shop would probably be ruined by the two of you!

"Okay, okay, Dad, is there anything else you haven't explained? We're in a hurry to get back to business!"

"Get lost, get lost! Just looking at you annoys me!"

The blissful world vanished in the blink of an eye, and Zhang Cheng's vision went black. He pushed his hands against his face and took off the willow wood goggles.

Fan Qiusheng sat there for a long time, unable to come to his senses, until Ma Ye handed the ginger tea to the two of them.

"Brother Fan, did you understand?"

"I understand. This time I should be able to recreate the old flavor."

After drinking the ginger tea, the two of them stood up and looked up at the clock on the wall. Only five minutes had passed.

Zhang Cheng felt that it took him more than five minutes just to eat the noodles.

"Mr. Ma, thank you very much this time. If you have time, would you like to come with us to pick up the items?"

"No, my sister and I need to go buy some vegetables later. We'll go to the funeral home before the ceremony."

Upon hearing that they didn't need to travel together, Zhang Cheng immediately had the urge to check the thing.

But he couldn't show it, so he shook Ma Ye's hands again.

"Thanks to Mr. and Ms. Ma this time, you can eat at our noodle shop anytime without worrying about the cost."

"My surname isn't Ma, it's Zhu, and I'm still young. Calling me 'madam' makes me sound too old!"

Siblings? Different surnames?

When Zhang Cheng heard this gossip, his mind worked faster than anyone else's.

A strange smile immediately appeared on his face, and Fan Qiusheng, who was standing to the side, also imitated his master and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ma and Ms. Zhu, we'll take our leave now."

Not allowing Zhang Cheng to do anything more impolite, Fan Qiusheng pulled him toward the door, occasionally turning back to apologize.

The door to Aoki-do closed once again, and the two paper figures leaning against each other stood up from the ground.

With nothing to do today, Ma Ye told the two of them to relax and do whatever they wanted.

But what can two ghosts do? They only have cardboard in their hands; they can't even use a cell phone.

There were no other entertainment facilities in the room, but Qin Qingyou had his eye on the flour in the corner.

"Mr. Ma, could you please find a way to let me get my hands wet? After all, I've spent so much time learning how to stretch noodles, it shouldn't go to waste."

"What?! You can't eat it yourself, but you can't just waste the noodles you cooked!"

"Aren't you two here too? I'm just killing time since I have nothing else to do."

An untimely thud came from the ground. Ma Ye turned his head and saw that Liu Gan's copy of "Journey to the West" had slipped from his hand and fallen to the ground.

Luckily, this book was given to me by someone else, so I won't feel bad as long as it doesn't break.

Ma Ye got up and stretched, then went into the courtyard to see if there were any suitable materials. He had no idea that the two people inside the house were already fighting.

"Hey Lao Qin, you've found a new job!"

"I can't control you anymore, since you're now on the same level across departments!"

"No, can you please not bring your workplace mentality here?"

"We're both ghosts now, can't we just relax a little?"

"Alright, alright, good luck then. But if you get yourself into trouble one day, I won't be able to save you!"

Standing at the door, Zhu Jin could naturally hear the sounds inside. Both she and Ma Ye had undergone professional training, and ordinary people would only hear strange wind noises.

Ma Ye, who was squatting in the warehouse searching for materials, also pulled out a bunch of old boards from the back of the shelf, but Zhu Jin was more skilled at this.

"Xiao Jin, do you think this thing will work?"

The vast majority of those boards were paulownia wood, so much so that they produced too much smoke when burned.

Zhu Jin searched through it for a while, but couldn't find anything useful.

"None of them are usable. Isn't it just that Qin Qing is in charge of waterproofing and fireproofing?"

You can buy fiberglass cloth online; just stick it onto the paper doll frame.

Is it expensive?

"Not bad, give me two thousand to make you a good one."