Fairyland, Big Problem

Facing the first customer and neighbor who could ask for a price, Wen Jiu had no confidence in his business level and did not dare to make random bids.

"Chef Wang, tell me what's on your mind."

Now the commission has not been fulfilled. Unless Wang Biao's dream is extremely pure and strong, Wen Jiu will not be able to see the image of the dream.

"I don't really have anything on my mind." Wang Biao took a sip of the suffocating wine, "It's all about Lao Zhang and the others."

"Hey, we've been together for five or six years, and the old guys in the supermarket. We're together every day, so why can't we see that you have something on your mind."

Boss Zhang was in a good mood this morning because of Wen Jiu's guidance, and his meals were delicious. He also hoped that old friends would untie their knots.

"Xingxingxing, little brother, I can't tell what's wrong with me. It's just that my heart is stuffy and I'm inexplicably nervous. The hospital examination is normal."

Listening to this description, Wen Jiu always felt like the pre-exam syndrome of candidates for the college entrance examination, postgraduate entrance examination, and secretary examination.

No matter what, the entrustment conditions were fulfilled, and the ability bestowed by the God of Dreams was triggered. In Wen Jiu's field of vision, a faint white shadow appeared behind Chef Wang, which gradually condensed into reality.

It was an old-fashioned white porcelain bowl, an ordinary white porcelain spoon, in which round spherical objects were soaked in a little soup.

sweet dumpling? !

Wang Biao's ideal is to become a dumpling? !

Wen Jiu almost didn't sit still.

No, no. Shake your head to calm down.

Although he only tried the ability bestowed by the God of Dreams in the three days he passed through, Wen Jiu still had accumulated experience.

For example, the image of a beautiful dream is not necessarily what I have become, but it may be a symbolic thing.

Actually, Masked Rider is an unreal thing.

Wen Jiu met a little boy two days ago. The child's thoughts are simple and calm, and he can see without entrusting him. His beautiful dream image is a large long-haired dog.

It's not that the child wants to become a Druid, it may be that he wants such a pet, or that he wants to become a veterinarian when he grows up.

Just a clear sign.

Wang Biao's image of glutinous rice **** is also a pure and beautiful symbol deep in his heart, such as reunion with his family?

That directly shows the family, what a stream of consciousness.

Wen Jiu fell into deep thought, and the two uncles also kept silent, holding the wine glasses and not daring to enter.

"Let me say a key word, Chef Wang, think about what clues you have."

"Okay, little brother, just say it."

"sweet dumpling."

"Um?"

"sweet dumpling."

After a few seconds of pause, Wang Biao replied, "I don't like sweets..."

Really embarrassing.

Thinking that the dumplings might symbolize reunion, Wen Jiu talked about topics related to his family, but Wang Biao's expression didn't change much, he was still at ease.

No, there is too little information.

Wen Jiu knew that it couldn't be done today, and the dream entrustment is not an easy task, so innocent children can quickly recognize their true heart with a little bit of advice.

Pushing the cups for a change, the three of them chatted while eating, and quickly became acquainted.

The more familiar the relationship is, the easier it is for Wen Jiu to break through the other party's psychological defense line and touch the dust-covered dream.

Fortunately, Boss Zhang and Wang Biao misunderstood the dream business as "fortune-telling", and it is impossible to cure the disease by breaking the disaster.

Not in a hurry.

But Wen Jiu realized that Boss Zhang's mental state was much better.

Obviously he hadn't seen him for only two or three hours, and he changed from being aggrieved and restless to being cheerful and kind.

It seems that seeing his beautiful dream image, the effect of frankly acknowledging himself and soothing his mind is stronger than expected.

hiccup—er~

On the way home, Wen Jiu couldn't help hiccups.

"Comfortable, it's the first time I've eaten so much meat and carbs."

Wang Biao's matter has not been resolved, and Wen Jiu knew that it would be difficult.

As an adult, there are too many things hidden in my heart, especially Wang Biao who left his hometown and came to Changle City. It is said that it has been many years.

People are worried about getting hurt, so they protect their pure and pure dreams in the corner of their hearts and put on a mask of reality.

Over time, the mask cannot be taken off; the dream cannot float.

Boss Zhang is a very clear example. He himself admitted that even in his forties, he likes to watch some heroic works, and likes sunny justice.

But he just couldn't really face himself honestly, so Wen Jiu used up the feathers of the new moon and failed to complete the commission. Fortunately, their children touched the tenderness in their father's heart.

Having had the first experience, Wen Jiu knew that it was very difficult for people to see one's true intentions candidly. It was impossible for Wang Biao to be touched by something on the spot by chance.

If the Dream Entrustment was really that simple, everyone would be able to communicate with themselves, and the world would be much more peaceful.

Returning to Jiang Langcai's courtyard, when Wen Jiu went upstairs, the landlady just finished throwing out the garbage and walked in front.

The original owner's memories were scattered, so Wen Jiu didn't even know what kind of person the landlady was, so he had to say hello.

"good evening."

The simple greeting frightened the landlady, her eyes seemed to see an alien, which was totally different from the Wen Jiu in her impression.

"Hello…"

The atmosphere between them was strange, Wen Jiu deliberately slowed down, the two sides opened a half-floor distance, and when he walked to the corner of the second floor, he heard the door closing upstairs entering the room.

squeak—

The old wooden door opened again, and when Wen Jiu stepped on the last step of the third floor, the landlady leaned out half of her body, carrying a plastic bag in her hand, and a disposable lunch box could be vaguely seen inside.

"I bought an extra rice ball today. I don't want to eat it when it's cold. It's a pity to throw it away. Take it if you want."

"Huh? Oh, thank you, the landlady."

Speaking of... what is cold rice balls, cold rice **** seem to be the mainstream.

"I am back."

Opening the door of the rental house, Wen Jiu symbolically shouted, knowing that no one responded.

However, you are not alone in this strange and different world. The game interface has a sweet dream paradise where you can communicate with the elves.

Open the game interface, and it also becomes a night scene.

The elves that come at night are different from those in the daytime. Owl Ye landed at the ticket booth with a young Cuckoo.

They know that they can enter Dreamland without buying a ticket, or they will land in front of the ticket counter, say hello to the director, and get permission to enter.

A large row of round pink spheres approached in the distance, and eight fat people lined up and jumped in front of the table.

Fat Ding was only half a meter tall, so he couldn't see the players inside.

Like other people's gophers, they are only 0.2 meters tall, and they can't jump. What should I do?

Wen Jiu tried to control the game character, and he could really reach out and touch Fat Ding, and the soft touch conveyed directly affected his thoughts.

"Wow, it's comfortable. In the future, we can't let wild elves play in Sweet Dreamland for free. I have to touch them anyway."

Just as he was talking, the centipede also came.

"Woc, don't touch it anymore, don't touch it anymore, this one really doesn't touch it anymore."

Lifting the lift pole, Fat Ding lined up to enter, and the centipede followed in order.

After the only Ferris wheel was finished, they formed a circle.

Fat Ding sang a ballad. According to the illustrated book, its singing was pleasant to the ears, and it was extremely easy for people to fall asleep.

Wen Jiu observed the game interface, unknown notes echoed in his mind, his spirit was relieved, and drowsiness flooded into his heart...