"Brother, what are you talking about? I'm so good, why did I die? I'll invite you to dinner, how can you curse me? ”

Tong Yan sighed lightly and said, "Big brother, do you think I'm cursing you?" Didn't you realize that something was wrong with you? If I'm not mistaken, you haven't slept in a long time, right? ”

When the pastry chef heard this, his whole body suddenly trembled, and then he exclaimed, "Oh mom, what's going on?" I...... I can't even remember when I slept? A month, two months, or a year? ”

The more he said this, the more panicked he became, and the whole person spun in place, as if he had suddenly become nervous.

Seeing this, Tong Yan stepped forward with his leg raised, and then reached out and gently patted the pastry chef's shoulder.

The pastry chef was slapped by him like this, stopped his movements for a moment, and then turned his head to look at Tong Yan and said, "How did you find out?" You...... You're not an ordinary person? ”

Tong Yan nodded and said, "Yes, I am indeed not an ordinary person. That's why I can find out what's wrong with you, but I think you're kind-hearted and should have a good afterlife. Listen to me, let go of your obsession, and go to the underworld. ”

When the pastry chef heard this, his whole person was like a frosty eggplant, and he suddenly lost his energy.

"I ...... Am I really not going to be able to stay here? But what if I leave and they want to eat big meat buns? It took me ten years to make such a delicious meat bun. I haven't passed on the practice of this big meat bun, so isn't my ten years of hard work in vain? Brother, I'm ...... Can I not go? ”

Tong Yan sighed lightly and said: "The six reincarnations are normal things, and the reason why you are nostalgic for the world is because you still want to continue to make steamed buns and continue to let others taste the beautiful things you have done with your heart." But big brother, how long do you think this can last? Your buns are delicious, but if your customers know that their beloved big meat buns were made by a dead man, do you think they'll come back for more? At that time, what you leave to others will no longer be the unforgettable delicacy, but will become disgust and disgust. While the smell of the big meat buns is still lingering in people's memories, you don't want to continue to cling to it. Sometimes letting go is better than clinging. Only by letting go of the past can you usher in a new tomorrow. Are you right? ”

Hearing this, the pastry chef said thoughtfully, "Do I really have to go?" But why can't I give up? My big meat buns, my ten years of hard work, is it ...... Is it all in vain? I'm not reconciled, I'm really unwilling. ”

Hearing this, Tong Yan opened his mouth to comfort: "Your big meat bun is delicious, if you want, you can write down the secret recipe of this big meat bun." After you go to the underworld to report, this secret recipe can continue to be passed on. It may not be long before a new pastry chef will follow your recipe to make a big meat bun that is still delicious. Is that good? ”

The pastry chef hesitated slightly, and finally nodded and said, "It seems that this is the only way, but brother, I ...... Can I leave two days late? I still want to...... I wanted to leave something else. I've saved a lot of money over the years. My wife ran away with someone a few years ago because she disliked me for being an early soldster. My parents died young, and I don't have any relatives left. I want to take out all this money and donate it all to the orphanage, the old people's home, and the Hope Primary School, so that I will die a well-deserved death. ”

When Tong Yan heard this, his heart was full of admiration. Positive energy, this pastry master's body is indeed full of positive energy.

Such a person, or such a ghost, is really very rare.

Tong Yan thought for a moment, then walked aside, picked up the pen used by the pastry chef to keep accounts, and returned to the pastry chef.

"Big brother, since you have this in mind, then you can do it. But when you're done with that, I hope you don't break your word. Eat your big meat buns, although they are free, I can't give you nothing. I will draw a talisman on your hand, with this talisman, you will be able to take more care of you when you go to the underworld in the future, and strive to have a good birth in the next life. Come, put your hand out. ”

The pastry chef let out a soft sigh and obediently stretched out his hand.

Tong Yan straightened his mind slightly, held the pen in one hand, pinched it in the other, and immediately drew it on the palm of the pastry chef.

His brushwork was fast and strange, and when he finished painting, there was nothing left on the pastry master's hands. But the pastry chef's body slowly emitted a faint golden light. The golden light flickered a few times before finally disappearing into the pastry chef's body.

After drawing the talisman, Tong Yan put the pen on the pastry master's hand, and then smiled slightly: "Big brother, what I can do has been done, and everything that should be said has been said, I hope you will do it yourself." I still have something to do, so I'll go first. ”

When the pastry chef heard this, he was about to say thank you, but found that Tong Yan's figure had disappeared without a trace.

In fact, from the moment Tong Yan stepped foot in the bun shop, he had already noticed that this pastry master was wrong. But he didn't directly pick it out, but wanted to see through observation why this pastry master stayed in the world and refused to leave.

Later, the pastry chef's integrity, coupled with the full of positive energy, really made him admire. So he didn't rush to help, but chose to help.

How did he help the pastry chef? It turned out that the talisman he drew on the pastry chef's hand was called the Blessing Talisman. As the name suggests, it is a blessing. With this talisman, he went to the Netherworld Mansion every day, and ordinary imps couldn't hurt him at all, and even some ghosts might look down on him. It can't be said that this talisman will allow him to walk unhindered in the Netherworld, but at least it will also make his way smooth.

This is the only thing Tong Yan can do, and it is also what he rarely does.

Some people may ask, since the pastry chef is a ghost, how can he make steamed buns in broad daylight and open the door to do business?

In fact, it is not so much that this pastry master is a ghost, but that he is a dead man whose soul has not left his body. It is precisely because his ghost has not left his body that he can live like a normal person.

This phenomenon is actually similar to what we often call the return of light, but the time for him to return to the light is obviously much longer.

Why can't he sleep? Because as long as he sleeps, it is an eternal sleep.

Tong Yan got out of the bun shop, and was not in the mood to stay in this town to hang out, but left this place directly and continued to the Qinglong Palace.

The pastry chef's full of positive energy did infect him, and he was a little depressed, but thinking about this pastry chef, he suddenly felt a lot more sober.

If people want to live well, they can't live in darkness in their hearts, and only by being upright and bright can they live in vain.

In a word, some people are alive and he is dead, and some people are dead and he is still alive!

The future is long, only to move forward!

(End of chapter)