48: Oi, little ghost, thank you!

The middle-aged man, or rather, the former amusement park owner, Xia Xingyu, gently lifted the sealed lid.

The dark clouds that had obscured the moon also drifted away at this moment, and a delicate beam of moonlight passed through a hole in the wall, landing in the elegant, celadon-like paper bowl.

Such a coincidental scene made Xia Xingyu's eyelids tremble slightly.

His previously heavy breathing couldn't help but slow down a bit, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Inside the paper bowl, the warm and jade-like double-skin milk lay peacefully, like a solidified amber that had frozen time.

The upper layer of milk skin was as thin as a cicada's wing, with a pearly luster in its translucent golden-yellow, its edges slightly raised, like wisps of clouds gently gathered.

The lower layer of milk custard was amber-colored, with a silky texture showing through its thickness.

A gentle shake of the bowl caused the caramel sauce and crushed almonds sprinkled on the milk skin to tremble with the ripples, like a lake surface ruffled by the wind, adding a touch of visually alluring caramelized aroma.

"Gulp."

The sound of swallowing saliva was particularly clear in the silent room.

"Grrrruumph."

His stomach's protests also began, growing increasingly intense.

Xia Xingyu was silent for a while, then finally lifted the paper bowl, glancing at the moonlight resting within it.

He then gently scooped a spoonful, bringing the bright white moonlight and the sweet double-skin milk to his mouth together.

Upon first taste, the double-skin milk, as smooth as velvet, brushed past his lips and teeth, and a rich milky aroma flowed over his tongue like a warm current.

With a gentle press, the solidified milk custard lightly crumbled on his tongue, releasing a cool, milky fragrance.

The coolness seeped into his throat; the rich creaminess of the milk fat collided with the crisp coolness of the chill, like the coexistence of the clear freshness of seeking plum blossoms in winter snow and the comfort of hot tea in a warm house.

Taking another spoonful, not rushing to swallow, the dense milk custard melted with the warmth in his mouth, thick yet not sticky, and the sweetness was not overpowering; everything was just right.

Savoring it, it was the mellow sweetness of honey, rock sugar, and milk naturally blended, with a subtle hint of eggy smell in the aftertaste cleverly tamed, transforming into a lingering eggy-milk caramel aroma.

The chef's deliberately designed little surprise also appeared at this moment.

Red bean paste and mango cubes playfully swirled on his tongue; the sweet and sour fruity aroma was like lively musical notes, adding a touch of dynamic rhythm to the long sweet melody.

Xia Xingyu's hands did not stop; spoonful after spoonful of double-skin milk was brought to his mouth.

A few minutes later, the double-skin milk in the palm-sized paper bowl gradually ran out, with only residual milk skin clinging to the rim.

He gently licked it with his tongue; that resilient yet not hard elasticity was just like the gentle entanglement of a young girl's hair.

Xia Xingyu gently closed his eyes, leaned back against the wall, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Then, as if he remembered something, he looked around the room by the moonlight.

He found that the formerly dirty and messy room had been completely renovated, and the air was still filled with the fishy smell of tap water.

Seeing this scene, Xia Xingyu was slightly stunned.

He looked up at the window, and through the window, he looked at the misty night sky.

The expression on his face kept changing, and finally, he let out a long sigh.

"What have I been doing these past few years..."

---

Baba Le's wonderful eating broadcast was screenshotted by a viewer and posted on a short video platform.

Originally, he had done it for fun, but when he saw the continuous increase in views and shares in just one hour, he was dumbfounded.

Facing the constant inquiries about the location in the comment section, he hesitated for a few seconds, then finally typed out the words "Yinhua Amusement Park, in front of the Haunted House."

Immediately, some people excitedly wanted to visit the shop and also play in the Haunted House.

However, after a while, local netizens revealed the fact that Yinhua Amusement Park had already been abandoned.

This caused many netizens to break down.

"A broken snack stall, still hiding and giving a fake address, who cares to go!"

"You're going to get beaten for making such a joke!"

"People who love good food aren't usually bad, but you're an exception!"

"..."

Facing the accusations and curses from netizens, this viewer couldn't hold back and directly pinned Baba Le's live stream account in the comment section.

"Live stream account has been posted, you can watch the replay, judge for yourselves!"

Most people scoffed at his self-justification, but a small number of people curiously found the live stream room.

As soon as they entered the live stream room, they realized they had indeed wronged the person, and quickly ran back to the comment section to leave messages.

"Oh my, I misjudged a good person!"

"Hahaha, I'm back, the streamer is so funny! The stall owner is a handsome guy!"

"After watching the replay, I want to go even more than before. Is anyone going with me? Let's go together for courage!"

"Decided, I'll drive there this weekend when I'm off!"

"..."

The viewer gratefully moved his finger away from the video delete button, then went to sleep soundly.

---

The next day, 5:30 PM.

Lu Chuan arrived at Yinhua Amusement Park early.

Only this time, from the main gate of the amusement park all the way to the Haunted House, pumpkin lanterns were hung one by one.

Under the bright yellow light, the concrete road surface was clean and tidy, no longer the messy state of overgrown weeds and scattered trash from before.

Lu Chuan couldn't help but rub his eyes, looking in surprise towards the direction of the tin shack.

However, he found that it was still dark and dim over there, so he couldn't help but scratch his head, and could only continue cycling towards the Haunted House.

After crossing the arch bridge, he saw that the area around the Haunted House was piled with a large amount of building materials, and workers were constantly going in and out of the Haunted House.

As for the middle-aged man he had seen last night, he had changed his appearance; his scruffy beard was neatly trimmed, and his hair was even stylishly gelled.

If it weren't for his obviously poor complexion from alcohol erosion, Lu Chuan almost wouldn't have recognized him.

Xia Xingyu was discussing construction details with the workers when he suddenly saw a street vendor's cart drive into the area.

He was stunned for a moment, then his face immediately lit up with joy.

He clapped his hands right away, signaling the workers that they could go home.

At this moment, Lu Chuan had already arrived in front of the Haunted House, and happened to hear Xia Xingyu giving final instructions to the workers.

"Tomorrow, we'll start work at six again... we must repair the second and third corridors of the Haunted House... by then, the Haunted House's functions and layout can be fully restored... thank you all for your hard work."

Lu Chuan looked at Xia Xingyu, who was commanding with vigor and high spirits, and a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing someone who was previously decadent and had given up on himself now able to pick himself up again, even though they were strangers, still made Lu Chuan happy.

He then looked at the scattered building materials around the Haunted House, only to find that the spot where he set up his stall was empty.

Not only that, but extending twenty meters out from the stall, rows and columns of I-beams were neatly arranged, like small chairs.

This scene sent a warm current through Lu Chuan's heart.

At this moment, after seeing the workers off, Xia Xingyu returned to the front of the Haunted House.

He looked at Lu Chuan, a hint of embarrassment first flashed across his face, but it quickly returned to normal, though his eyes were still filled with gratitude.

Thousands of words ultimately turned into one sentence.

"Oi, kid, thanks!"