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

Chapter 29 How embarrassing!

"Qiusheng, hurry up and go to the back and bring over another bag of flour!"

One strand, four strands, sixteen strands—Zhang Yuanchao's dough quickly transformed into strands of silver thread. With a snap of his right hand, he tossed them directly into the noodle pot beside him.

Since the Second Hospital officially started admitting patients, this noodle shop has been constantly busy.

No matter when, as long as the pot of noodles is still burning in the house, there will always be guests inside.

Now that food coupons are gradually being phased out, clear soup noodles costing three cents a bowl are the most popular, and even people from the three northern cities who come from afar are willing to have a bowl here.

This was tough on Fan Qiusheng, who kneaded dough and pulled noodles from morning till night. As a child of just over ten years old, he developed a lot of muscle from all this training.

"Master, there's only one bag of flour left in the warehouse. Why don't you have someone deliver a cartload?"

Huffing and puffing, Fan Qiusheng finally threw the bag of flour into the kitchen.

"That shouldn't be the case, there were still four bags last night!"

"I poured out two bags of flour this morning. If I use this bag, then I'll only have one left, Master?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanchao slapped his forehead and strode towards the warehouse, leaving only the young Fan Qiusheng to deal with the guests.

There was no door to the warehouse. Lifting the curtain, there was indeed only a bag of flour left inside, but fortunately there were still quite a few vegetables and eggs.

Face to Face Noodles is one of the few restaurants in the area that has a telephone.

In his previous life, Zhang Yuanchao was afraid that someone would call when the front hall was too busy, so he simply installed a telephone at the warehouse entrance.

In this life, I originally intended to place it at the door so that patients could easily call home to let me know they were safe.

But Fu Hongxia refused, saying she was afraid of getting into a lawsuit.

"Second son, tell your father to send twenty bags of flour to your uncle, the same old brand."

"Okay, my dad will be back soon, I'll head over in a bit."

Before the call was even over, Zhang Yuanchao heard whispers coming from the backyard, and one of the voices sounded quite familiar.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Zhang Yuanchao went over to investigate.

"What a lousy place you picked! It's filthy!"

"Second sister, there are too many people and too many eyes in the restaurant. An important person is coming to the private room today, so let's just chat here."

Through the crack in the door, standing in the back alley was the MCA from Fu Ju Ge.

Opposite me was a woman dressed in luxurious clothes, her leather boots carefully stepping on the ground, keeping a distance from the oil stains.

Several forms were handed over, and Zhang Yuanchao immediately recognized them as invoices.

"Second sister, you know our restaurant has slow returns and always has unsold inventory. We can't just buy all the drinks last week and sell them all this week."

Look, these are all invoices issued by those big leaders across the street.

Don't worry, just give me another 20,000 yuan, and then you can just wait for your dividends!

"Are you out of your mind, you green grass? The 500,000 yuan I got from your brother-in-law is nowhere to be found!"

You're telling me you need another 20,000? We're selling goods abroad, not printing money!

This lady almost slapped Ma Hua across the face, but she couldn't bear to part with the jade ring in her hand.

Seeing his hand raised in mid-air, Ma Hua shrank his neck and turned his eyes to the back door of the noodle shop.

"Second sister, there's actually another trick. This noodle shop on this street is the one stealing our business!"

With just a little trickery, all these customers will flock to our Fuju Pavilion!

As soon as he looked up, Ma Hua noticed a hand grabbing his hair and almost pulling out a few strands.

"San'er, is there nothing else in your head besides doing bad things!"

I came back as an overseas Chinese businessman, so the supervisory and tax authorities are all close targets of my investigation.

I have only one request: if I can't get 20,000 yuan to catch the plane within a month, you can expect to die when I come back next time!

With a strong pull, Ma Hua was dragged off balance and stumbled.

The noblewoman walked back without looking back. Ma Hua's expression was fierce, and he was about to spit when he saw the noblewoman come to her senses.

"Aren't you going back yet? If your big shot still tries to run up debts, don't blame me for making you lose face!"

"Yes, yes, I'll be right there!"

Watching Ma Hua's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Zhang Yuanchao couldn't help but stroke his chin.

The number of people on the street is limited, and the vast majority of them are medical staff and patients' families.

Fujuge, with its magnificent signboard, has started selling nutritional meals for patients, but each meal costs more than 20 yuan, which is not something any family can afford to eat more than a few times.

So most people come to the noodle shop to eat a bowl of braised pork noodles, which has both meat and noodles, and it sells better than the hospital cafeteria.

"Zhang, where did I put the noodles?"

The shrill voice behind him quickly reached the warehouse door, startling Zhang Yuanchao.

"Come on, move to the back, there's room in the warehouse."

The early spring rains lasted a bit longer than usual, but the drop in temperature led many customers to come in and have a bowl of hot soup noodles.

Fan Qiusheng had been working continuously for half a month, and he also wanted to take a day off, but the diners who were seated would not wait.

"Qiusheng, go to the kitchen and peel some scallions. We're all from the south, and we love this kind of food."

The first few customers who came in specifically asked for hand-pulled noodles, but Fan Qiusheng wasn't even as tall as the rolling pin, so Zhang Yuanchao had to do it himself.

"Qiu Sheng, where have you been slacking off?!"

There was no response to his calls, but he couldn't stop working, so Zhang Yuanchao had to speed up his movements and cut the noodles in a few strokes.

He rushed into the warehouse as soon as he threw the noodles into the pot.

The area next to the flour sack was where this kid often hid, in both his previous lives.

This time, however, there was nothing besides a few bundles of green onions next to the flour sack.

"You little brat, you think you can sleep in a pile of onions? Doesn't it stink up?"

You can move the pile of scallions aside; it's completely empty.

Zhang Yuanchao's mind went blank for a moment. The door leading upstairs was locked tight. Zhang Cheng had long been sent to kindergarten, and Fu Hongxia wouldn't open the door unless she came home.

Only the back door had a crack open at some point.

"Qiu Sheng! Where have you been hiding, you brat!"

If you don't come back soon, I'll beat you up!

I went into the alley and shouted, but apart from waking up a few old men who were taking a nap, there was no response.

Not far away, on the ground, there were two extremely fine grooves hidden in the silt, extending all the way to the road.

"Boss, when will the noodles be served? We're waiting to go for our checkup!"

"You can scoop the noodles out of the pot yourself, and eat as much braised sauce as you like!"

After saying that, Zhang Yuanchao didn't even have time to take off his apron before rushing out into the drizzle.

The diners inside didn't say anything. They were all eating anyway, and a bowl of hand-pulled noodles only cost 1.2 yuan. It wouldn't make a difference if they scooped it themselves.

In the rain, Zhang Yuanchao sensed for the first time that things were spiraling out of control.

In his previous life, the only time Fan Qiusheng disappeared was when he went to see a little girl behind his back.

But that was around the year 2000.

But now, where can a child who is just over ten years old run off to?

Standing on the street, Zhang Yuanchao looked at his feet in confusion. The ditch had disappeared by then, and most of the traces had been washed away by the rainwater that had gathered up from upstairs.

"Brother Zhang, what are you doing standing here in this heavy rain? Don't catch a cold!"

The shop owner next door poked his head out, grabbed an umbrella, and ran over.

"Xiao Liu, have you seen my Qiusheng?"

"Your apprentice? I don't have one!"

There weren't many people around today. I've been listening to storytelling inside the house and haven't come out to look around!

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the gray sky, sending chills down Zhang Yuanchao's spine.

Ignoring the puzzled looks on the faces of those around her, she rushed back to the noodle shop and picked up the phone.

"Hongxia, something's happened!"

Qiu Sheng has disappeared!