Chapter 16 Glutton's Lunch

Glutton's Lunch Import Yang Hailin Before the greedy ghost died, his name was Pi Li Pai Luo, hehe, he was a gourmet. He has a good job and sits at the dining table every day, waiting for the chefs to present them dish by dish. In fact, Mr. Pi Li Pai Luo’s taste has not been very good. When he was a child, his parents did not blame him for being picky eaters. When he grows up—hey, just like him, how big can he grow—hehe, once he went to participate At a friend's reception, he just flipped through the dish in front of him symbolically with chopsticks, even if he had eaten it. My friend set up this banquet in a five-star hotel.

The one who cooks this table for them is a five-star chef. My friend thinks that Mr. Pili Pailuo is very face-saving to him - the dishes made by a five-star chef, my friend Mr. Pili Pailuo also does not taste good, which means that he usually eats six-star and seven-star dishes. I have a high-level friend who can afford six-star and seven-star food. Look, does it mean that I am also high-level? But the manager of the hotel felt very embarrassed: Our hotel has received many heads of state. The chef also felt ashamed: I cook dishes, but even the head of state drools. They immediately issued a letter of appointment to Mr. Pi Li Pai Luo, asking him to go to work in the hotel on time every day.

What class do you have? Hehe, just to give advice to the chef, let him taste whatever dish the chef cooks, Mr. Pi Li Pai Luo nodded too much, the chef waved his hand and asked the waiter to serve it to the guests. Pi Li Pai Luo was not interested in eating at first, but think about it, could he be interested in this job? He really doesn't have a good taste, he always shakes his head when the chef makes dishes. After shaking too many times, he was embarrassed to shake it, and he picked up his chopsticks pretending to be greedy, and moved his mouth—sorry, he really didn’t want to chew slowly—throat thumped, and it went into his stomach.

The chef felt that Mr. Pi Li Pai Luo gave him face very much, so he made more dishes for him to taste, so that he could eat more dishes. Soon, he became a big fat man. After his death, Lord Yan also sympathized with him, asked his opinion, and asked him what kind of ghost he wanted to be. He felt that he had eaten too much in his previous life. Being a ghost, he had to be a glutton. He wanted to eat everything he saw, and he would never be full and always feel hungry. Become a glutton, well, his eyes are full of edible things. A tree, he thought, might hold half-ripe apples. A wall, he wondered if someone pasted pancakes on the raised wall.

Even the slacker's black dog with a white nose, he would imagine that its white nose is most likely a piece of cheese. But those things can't be eaten in his mouth, do you think he can't be in a hurry? He had just eaten, but he was hungry again. Now, there is no ghost to invite his guests. He turned around in a hurry. At this time, his home phone jingled. "Hey, what's delicious?" Greedy Ghost asked bluntly as soon as he picked up the phone. "Oh, just right, we're missing you at this table, and we'll start the table when you arrive—may I ask who are you?"

"I'm a glutton." "Oh, I'm so sorry, we're looking for Mr. Anorexic." "Go to hell!" Glutton said angrily, although his phone was shaped like a bread, but it was made of plastic, otherwise he really wanted to pick it up, chew and swallow it. "Don't be angry," the female ghost on the phone said softly, "Anyway, that anorexic may not be willing to come, so we just invite you." Wow, there is such a good thing! The greedy ghost was so excited that he didn't know what to say, since he didn't know what to say, let's not say it, anyway, the gluttonous ghost was so greedy that his saliva was drooling.

"Which restaurant are you at? I'll take a taxi there right away." Glutton Ghost said excitedly. "Oh, wait a minute, let's order the dishes first and let the chef cook. As soon as you come, isn't it just the start of the meal?" The female ghost on the phone still said unhurriedly. "Wow, you are really thoughtful." Gluttony tightened his belt, now he is really hungry. "Then you order first—how about the five-spice squid?" "Very good, this dish is my favorite." Gluttonous ghost said repeatedly. "This dish is highly recommended as their special dish in the recipe, but we have never tried it, can you introduce it to us?"

"Okay," the greedy ghost swallowed, "the squid is cut out with a flower knife, and it is fried in the pan until it is half-cooked. At this time, it will become a squid roll, and it will turn pink, like, It's like..." "It's like squid rolls, right?" "You are so smart, squid rolls are really very similar to squid rolls..." God, is this also called an analogy? The greedy ghost didn't care about these things anymore: "The five-spice squid tastes delicious. I liked to eat it when I was alive. I have studied this dish and think it is more suitable for you ladies - because, because it has beauty effects."

"Ah, really, can you explain in detail why it has beauty benefits?" "Ah? This, this will not be clear for a while, so let's discuss it while eating." The greedy ghost looked at his watch, and it was 11 o'clock, "Which restaurant are you at?" "Don't worry, it's very close." The female ghost said coquettishly, "Do you mind if I choose braised mutton for the second dish?" "To my taste." "But I think the smell will be very strong." "Just ask the chef to put more ginger. Ginger has the function of dispelling mutton."

"But only old ginger is available, wait a moment, let me ask the waiter if they have old ginger here," (the phone pauses for five minutes), "You are so lucky, the ginger they have here is all old." Wow, the glutton's saliva started to flow. "The third course..." The glutton's saliva flowed over his feet. "The fourth course..." The glutton's saliva overflowed his knees. "Fifth course..." The glutton's saliva overflowed to his navel. "The sixth course..." The glutton's saliva flooded his chest. Gluttons don't get drowned. I said just now that he tightened his belt once, and now he's pulled it off.

He took a deep breath. Well, his flat stomach was bulging. Like a well-inflated ball. He floated on his own saliva. "Please continue." The glutton said politely. "The last dish...uh...it's a soup..." Before the female ghost could finish her sentence, she suddenly yelled, "My God, where is there so much water!" The flood soon flooded into the restaurant where the female ghost was, and everything from spiced squid to braised mutton was washed away. Oh my god, before the female ghost had time to put down the phone, she was washed away by the flood. "You haven't told me which restaurant you're in yet." Glutton Ghost said sadly.