A table of Western food was turned into Chinese food at the request of Uncle Jiu and Mo Ziming.

For example, salads should be made into egg and kelp soup.

Wrap the caviar with egg white and flour and fry it.

The big lobster is removed from shelling and processed into the taste of West Lake vinegar fish...

Cut the steak into small pieces, add some fried meat such as fungus...

Ren Tingting couldn't stand the strange look of the crowd, and ran to her father to complain as if she ran away.

"Ah? Is there such a thing?"

Mr. Ren was shocked.

He never expected that Uncle Ninth could be so good at playing.

"Hahaha, it's so funny, it's really a country bun..."

Huang Baiwan couldn't help laughing after hearing the reason.

However, as soon as he said this, Ren Fa's face was a little unhurried.

Speaking of which, he is just a country rich man, and Huang Baiwan's words are suspected of knocking down a boat of people with one blow.

Fortunately, Huang Baiwan was also alert and came to his senses in time. He couldn't help but raise his hand and patted Mr. Ren on the shoulder: "Mr. Ren, Mr. Huang didn't say you. Let's go and have a look."

The two of them came to the table and saw that it was true.

"Hahaha, Master Ren, is this the guest you invited?"

Huang Baiwan couldn't help laughing again.

Mr. Ren was quite embarrassed and forced to laugh and said, "Mr. Huang, this is the famous Uncle Jiu in our Renjia Town. Uncle Jiu, this is the famous Mr. Huang Baiwan Huang in the county."

"Looking for a long time!"

Uncle Jiu bowed perfunctorily.

Huang Baiwan seemed to be surprised: "Oh, it turned out to be Uncle Jiu... I seem to have heard from someone, he is a corpse guarding..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to cover his nose with some disgust.

Now, Uncle Jiu annoyed.

He is a very face-loving person, especially in front of acquaintances.

The fat man looked mocking when he came. This sentence just now was even more insulting... It was tolerant, but Uncle Jiu couldn't bear it.

So, he secretly pinched his finger under the table and shot it...

"Well, Mr. Huang, you can't say that. In our Renjia Town, Uncle Jiu..."

Mr. Ren looked embarrassed and wanted to help him get rid of the siege, but Huang Baiwan suddenly clamped his legs and tightened somewhere.

"Puff~si~si..."

A stream of waste gas was discharged uncontrollably, making a series of strange sounds.

"Um……"

Poor Ren Tingting, who was standing behind Huang Baiwan, was first shocked, causing her stomach to churn. She quickly reached out to cover her nose and retreated quickly.

Mr. Ren also turned red with his face, and he moved a few steps sideways without showing any expression.

"Damn, who is so unkind that he doesn't have the will to release poison gas in the restaurant?"

Mo Ziming took the opportunity to get angry and began to criticize the mulberry trees.

"Master Ren, I'm sorry, I'll go and make some convenience..."

"Puff~si~si..."

Huang Baiwan also turned red with his face, clamped his legs and ran backwards.

As a result, before he could run away, his sphincter relaxed...

The crotch suddenly became slim.

The smell... was so smoky that Baiwan almost vomited.

If something like this happens, he will not have the face to stay and escape from the back door...

In the restaurant, Uncle Jiu threw away his chopsticks: "It's really a bad taste when I don't eat it."

"Uncle Jiu, I'm really sorry. It's all Ren's fault. Otherwise, how many more dishes are ordered?"

Mr. Ren vaguely guessed that Huang Baiwan's abnormality was probably the ones that Uncle Jiu had acted, but he didn't point it out, and just kept apologizing.

"No need, Master Ren, go back and prepare wooden stands, ropes, coffin-carrying workers, and incense, candles and paper money..."

After giving some explanation, Uncle Jiu got up and left.

Mo Ziming roared: "Waiter, pack it!"

...

Three days later.

On a slope outside the town.

Mr. Ren looked at a luxurious cemetery made of white marble in front of him with pride and said to Uncle Jiu:

"Uncle Jiu, the Feng Shui master said that this land was difficult to find, it was a Feng Shui treasure land."

Uncle Jiu nodded: "Yes, this acupoint has a name called Dragonfly Slips the Water.

It is three to four feet long but only four feet long.

It is 100 feet long, but only three feet long can be used.

Therefore, the coffin cannot be buried flat, so it must be buried legally..."

Upon hearing this, Wencai couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Master, what is Dharma burial? Is it a French-style funeral?"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai: "The so-called Dharma burial means burying the coffin upright. Master Ren, is what I said right?"

"Hahaha, I am worthy of being Uncle Ninth!" Mr. Ren smiled: "Mr. Feng Shui said back then that the ancestors must be buried with one's heart, and the descendants must be great!"

"Will that be effective?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ren smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Over the past twenty years, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse, and I don't know why."

Uncle Jiu replied with a serious look on his face: "I think it's the Feng Shui master who has a grudge against your Ren family."

"There is a revenge?"

"Did the old man have any holiday with the Feng Shui master during his lifetime?"

"This..." Mr. Ren pondered for a moment and said, "I'm going to tell you that this land belongs to the Feng Shui master. My father knew it was a good hole, so he bought it at a high price."

Uncle Jiu had a meaningful expression: "Just temptation? No coercion?"

"this……"

"I knew... the hole is a good hole, but he was deliberately slapping you and asking you to cover the coffin with gray.

If the head of the coffin cannot touch the water, where can the dragonfly say that it is a saying?

He is quite conscience and asks you to start a coffin for twenty years, harm your generation, not your eighteen generations..."

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Mr. Ren was so scared that he kept sweating.

On the other side, a group of workers set up the shelves and started to raise the coffin.

Sure enough, the coffin was placed firmly in the grave.

This was the first time Mo Ziming saw this kind of burial method with his own eyes.

After a ceremony, Uncle Jiu ordered the coffin to be opened.

Sure enough, like in the plot, he had been buried underground for twenty years, and Old Master Ren's body was intact.

"Dad..."

Master Ren took the lead in kneeling on the ground,

As soon as he knelt down, the Ren family members quickly knelt down.

After kneeling down, Master Ren stood up and asked, "Uncle Jiu, can this tomb be used again?"

"No!" Uncle Jiu shook his head: "There is something wrong, I suggest cremation on the spot."

"No, no!" Mr. Ren waved his hand quickly: "Uncle Jiu, it's OK, it's okay, it just can't be cremated."

In desperation, Uncle Jiu could only retreat and ask for a second: "Okay, then I will carry it back to the Yizhuang first and wait for me to find out if there is a suitable cemetery tomorrow..."

Awei was eager to show his feelings and immediately shouted at the workers: "Build a coffin and carry it back to the Yizhuang Village."

At this time, Uncle Jiu turned around and whispered to Mo Ziming and Wencai: "You two stay here and burn a plum blossom fragrance array in the grave. Let me tell you what it is like. Remember, incense is required for every grave."

"Okay Master."

Mo Ziming and Wencai responded together.
To be continued...