"My guest, there are three types of tea in our shop." Gong Shushang leaned on the inn counter, spinning a copper coin on his fingertips, "The Dragon Well in front of the rain in the Yang world, the Wangyou Mengpo soup in the underworld, and the one that is neither Yin nor Yang..."
A squirrel suddenly popped out of the bamboo tube and snatched away the salted peanuts that the guests had just peeled.
"The third option is to soak the snacks that this little bastard stole in water." He picked up the squirrel by the neck and shook it, while the bronze bell tied to the end of the braid jingled. "But seeing that your seal is green, I suggest you choose the Meng Po Soup Purchasing Service - tonight, can I send a message to the person below?"
The bronze wind chimes under the eaves suddenly rang. The shark gauze cloth on Gongshu's left eye exuded specks of cinnabar. He sighed and pulled out the mahogany sword from under the counter: "The deposit is fifty cents and comes with ghost exorcism service. Let's make an agreement first. If the female ghost sister likes you, I have to pay more to make a peach blossom talisman..."
Before he finished speaking, three wet water ghosts had climbed onto the threshold. The trap squirrel was so frightened that it exploded into a ball of hair and swished back into the bamboo tube.
Intention: Eat it while it's hot