The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 23: Working puppet, attack!
Shen Le was hit twice by the camphor tree and ran away in panic with his head in his hands.

I returned to my room and checked my phone. I found out that camphor trees are hermaphroditic species. So, is the camphor tree that has become a spirit the older sister or the older brother?
This is a question worth considering...

However, not to mention that it happened late at night, after this misunderstanding, even if Shen Le woke up the next morning, he would not be able to continue asking questions.

He ran to Tianxianglou on time, holding the puppet. People were coming and going in front of the building, mutton was boiling in the big pot by the door, and the proprietress smiled and served big bowls of mutton noodles...

It looked like a normal noodle shop. As for last night, the lights were turned off as soon as someone left. The quiet and eerie feeling seemed like a dream that Shen Le had had.

Shen Le entrusted Xiao Ling to the waitress Xiao Yu, and watched her stand on the stage in the middle of the lobby. He watched her pull the silk thread and sing in a humming voice. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed:
Wait, that’s not right!
She's not manipulative at all!
From beginning to end, it was Xiaoling who was making all the gestures and dancing by herself!
As for the singing, it wasn't the waiter who was singing. There was a microphone on his collar, and the microphone was constantly playing recordings. It was clearly lip-syncing...

Wait, did you know this little puppet is alive?
Or are you still bewitched by the puppet?
Shen Le looked around and was just about to find an opportunity to ask the proprietress when a bowl of mutton noodles was already on the table. He lowered his head and started eating, but after just two bites, he realized something was wrong:
Why does this mutton feel seven or eight levels lower than the one I ate yesterday?
Although Shen Le was puzzled, the restaurant was crowded with people coming in to eat, and everyone from the proprietress to the waiters were busy.

Besides, the taste of this bowl of mutton noodles is quite good. The noodles are chewy, the soup is delicious, the white-cut mutton is crystal clear, and the little bit of jelly in the mutton melts in your mouth.

If you say it’s not delicious, it’s only compared to the bowl I had last night. If this were served outside, it would definitely be better than any other restaurant on the street.

Shen Le put aside his thoughts and ate the noodles leisurely, picking up noodles with chopsticks one by one, and taking a sip of white-cut mutton from time to time. While eating, he watched the little wooden puppet babbling and dancing on the stage:

"Little sister Qing, please don't raise your Longquan sword yet, and tell your master not to be afraid and listen carefully to what I say.

My wife was not originally an ordinary woman. She was a snake fairy from Mount Emei.

Just for Sifan, he went down the mountain and came to the West Lake with Qing'er.

I recognized your face in the stormy lake..."

Alas, this is the lyrics of the Broken Bridge scene in The Legend of the White Snake. When singing this scene, the puppet's costume should be all white, at most, with a white background and some blue embroidery.

This bright red outfit doesn't suit her at all, I should buy her some clothes later...

Also, the Broken Bridge scene requires three people, Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing and Xu Xian, to sing it, so one puppet is a little less.

When there are fewer customers later, talk to the landlady and ask her to order another puppet?
Wait, is this?
Yu Guangzhong and the customers in the store were nodding their heads, singing along with the tune, and tapping their fingertips on the square table to keep the rhythm.

Shen Le inadvertently saw a circle of rainbow expanding from the body of the Pinocchio. When it passed over Xiaoyu, it suddenly expanded ten times its power, covering the entire lobby and even overflowing onto the steps outside.

And when the rainbow passed by, an extremely thin gray-black gas was sucked out from the diners' bodies bit by bit and turned into ashes.

Even the passers-by who were standing by the door and peering out of the window had a relaxed look. Those who were frowning, sighing, or looking worried...

When I left the aperture, my steps became much lighter, as if a huge stone had been lifted from my heart.

Shen Le tried to blink his eyes, but the halo disappeared again, as if it was an illusion.

The more this happened, the more Shen Le dared not act rashly. He ate his noodles quietly and watched carefully:

While eating, he recalled last night's state and silently practiced the Qigong. The heat gradually surged up, bringing him back to the visual state of the previous night when he practiced Qigong, when the empty room gave birth to white and he could see everything. He observed carefully.

That’s right, there was indeed a circle of light around the Pinocchio that was expanding and shrinking, expanding and shrinking, sweeping away the dark air from the diners!
And those diners with worn-out bags and sad faces;

Those diners who were typing on their screens while eating, with annoyed expressions on their faces; those diners who were hastily grabbing two buns and leaving, with their shoulders bent by the weight of their schoolbags...

For every person whose face was passed by the light, the sadness on their face was quietly reduced or even disappeared.

This is a good thing!

Shen Le watched quietly without saying a word. After finishing his bowl of noodles, the restaurant gradually became less crowded. He stood up and walked out. He paused at the cashier counter at the door and asked in a low voice:

"Madam, where is the mutton sold here produced?"

"It's locally made!" The lady boss smiled, her eyes full of pride:
"The local free-range goats we use are all one and a half year old lambs weighing 60 to 70 kilograms. They drink lake water and eat clean grass, which is why they taste so good.

Freshly slaughtered, stewed over high heat, no seasoning other than salt!"

"Uh... that mutton from last night..."

The mutton from last night tastes different from today’s!
If it's not a local goat, could it be Ningxia beach sheep? Altay big-tailed sheep? Inner Mongolian mutton?

Or is it some kind of legendary special product, produced only in a certain grassland, with an annual output of less than 500 heads?

"The ones from last night, they were brought by the guests themselves..." The lady boss smiled, her eyes moving. Shen Le was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized:

No wonder the customer had to tell him to eat it, it turned out that it was not originally a food in the store.

He continued to ask what kind of product it was, but the proprietress smiled and said nothing, so Shen Le had no choice but to walk away. Seven or eight meters away from the store, he used his skills and tried to listen carefully:
The sound of customers ordering, waiters answering, dishes being served, and opera singing filled my ears. I listened patiently for a long while, and suddenly, a silver bell-like laughter floated into my ears from the back kitchen:

"This little guy is really lucky. Rainbow Worker is not something you can eat casually... Thanks to that adult, we can only eat it once a year..."

yu, yugong?

what?
So what exactly did I eat last night?
Shen Le tried his best to use his brain to search among a bunch of homophones, but he couldn't figure it out for a long time. Just when he was about to give up, he looked up and saw two familiar faces coming towards him:
Oh!
The Special Affairs Department duo!

What are they here for?
If they run into Tianxiang Tower, then, oh my~~ Last night, the atmosphere of a haunted house was created. What will they find when they walk in today?

Will it be that thunder and lightning will cause a tsunami, or will Yan Chixia crash into Lanruo Temple?

Shen Le became interested and turned back to Tianxiang Tower. He sat down in a corner and watched leisurely.

To his disappointment, the Maoshan Taoist duo seemed to be quite familiar with the place. They came in, nodded to the proprietress, and greeted several waiters.

Then, they...they...

Hey! You two, why are you running towards my Pinocchio?
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