Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

"Oh?" Wen Jiubai stared at me with a playful smile. "Really? What kind of effort did you hide, you were just so enthusiastic. Bawangyi? Chinese website W = W ≠ W ≈ 8 = 1 ≠ Q = W≥.≥COM "

"No!" My face became hotter, "That wasn't me!"

"Ah, shy, I won't admit it." Wen Jiubai didn't seem to realize that something was wrong, and his eyes narrowed and he laughed.

Strangely, in the next time, I didn't feel anything wrong with my body anymore, and Wen Jiubai stewed the chicken enthusiastically today, but I really didn't want to sweep his interest, and I was opened by the incident. Swallow it.

"Gu Yu, Gu Yu?"

"Ah?" I just came back, now Wen Jiubai taps the bowl with a spoon, holding his chin and looking at me.

"I have a rare interest in cooking myself, but Gu Xiaoyu doesn't appreciate his face at all." Wen Jiubai flattened his mouth, and suddenly spewed like a child, "It's really sad."

I couldn't laugh or cry. Wen Jiubai didn't know what happened recently. It seems that since the end of the campus case, he has not looked a lot in front of him. Occasionally, he still shows his childish side like this.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing ... I don't know.

"What what! This fragrance is--!"

Long far away, I heard Bai's voice shouting with great penetrating power, "Wen Jiubai! You guy should eat chicken stew with my back!"

Then a white lightning rushed in from the door, and the weasel's dirty claws climbed up to the table, two eyes staring at the pot of stewed chicken.

"Ah-so fragrant! I never thought you would do it again, Wen Jiubai!"

"What does it mean to carry you?" Wen Jiubai recovered his cold face, knocked the spoon in his hand a few times, and drove Bai off the table. "It's you who ran to where you don't know where to go. Go down and go Take a bath and don't step on my furniture with dirty paws. "

"Little stingy!" Bai spit out his tongue at Wen Jiubai and made a big grimace, and then he stunned, probably to wash his paws.

I couldn't help but smile, dragged the stool and sat down at the table. Before that I had never seen Wen Jiubai cook and rarely ate in an old house. Occasionally, there are two lazy people in the sand called takeaway. Every time I can take the takeaway brother into the mist and think that he has come to some wonderland.

However, I am not surprised that Wen Jiubai can cook. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised what Wen Jiubai would do. Is there anything else he won't do in this world?

I picked up chopsticks and put a piece of chicken from the soup pot into my mouth. A peculiar fragrance spread in my mouth.

"How?" Wen Jiubai also filled a bowl of rice and picked up chopsticks.

I nodded strongly, "It's delicious!"

Wen Jiubai also laughed, "It's a bad job to say that you're done, it's your compensation for one day's absence."

I rolled my eyes. "You're embarrassed to say."

Wen Jiubai also started to eat. Of course, his food looks much better than I do. A mouthful is a bite, very elegant, and it doesn't look like I'm gorging.

Having said that ... will Wen Jiubai feel hungry? I rarely saw Wen Jiubai eating in an old house, but every time I brought something to eat, he would come over shamelessly.

"No." Wen Jiubai sipped the soup in his bowl with a small sip, and suddenly said something.

I was taken aback and complained, "Are you guys mind reading?"

"Although there is no mind reading, it is more than enough to deal with a simple-minded ghost like you." Wen Jiubai smiled and put a piece of meat into his mouth. "Although I will not be hungry, but it will not delay my taste of the food. Ah. Human beings always have unique opinions on food, what kind of flavor should be matched with what kind of ingredients, what kind of ingredients should be matched with what kind of climate. Only all human beings in this world can change food into one. Kind of art. "

"Of course." Listening to Wen Jiubai's words, I felt a sense of pride in my heart. "Humans are the smartest species in the world."

"It is also the species that stands at the top of the food chain." Wen Jiubai picked up a chicken head from the soup pot, and that head was shiny under the light and looked very delicious. "Therefore, human food is the most delicious. Because There is suffering in these foods. "

"Misery?" I ate half of the rice in my mouth and asked vaguely.

"The sufferings of the dead creatures before they died." Wen Jiubai said as lightly as the weather, "All human food is born after captive, harvesting, slaughter and other torture. It ’s better to say that humans are consuming the fragrant ingredients than enjoying the suffering. ”

For a moment, the chicken head on Wen Jiubai's chopsticks seemed horrible, and the open hard beak seemed to be telling the pain in his lifetime.

I shuddered and looked at Wen Jiubai resentfully, "what do you say when you eat! Sincerely people can't afford to eat?"

Wen Jiubai laughed, "Your tolerance is too bad, right? No one is not letting you eat, it is normal to have weak meat and strong food. This should be something to be proud of. Come, this chicken head gives you."

Then, Wen Jiubai sent the clipped chicken head to my bowl. At that moment, when it was said that it was too late, a shadow rushed over and snatched my chicken head with a thunderbolt.

"White!" I cried angrily.

Sure enough, the white weasel was squatting on the table, shaking his tail happily, holding the chicken's head in his mouth, and he was so happy.

"Anyway, I don't think you want to eat anymore, I'm not polite." The white three, the five, and the two divided the chicken's head.

"Thief!" I said angrily.

"Well, you can hurry up and eat yours." Wen Jiubai smiled and gave me two more pieces of meat.

Wen Jiubai looked beautiful when he laughed. No matter from which angle he looked, he was a peerless man. The inexplicable throbbing in my mind reappeared.

wrong……

Does this throb belong to me or to an unknown woman who is likely to be hidden in my body?

"It seems that you came here to heat the heater today, and there is nothing." After eating, Wen Jiubai said me an understatement when he sent me to the door of the old house.

"Ah ... uh, yeah." I scratched my head. "You're warm here."

"I can't help you, okay, it's going to be dark in a while, go back quickly." Wen Jiubai reached out and rubbed my messy head. He always likes to touch my head like this, it's almost like treating a child, even if I say him many times, he will not listen to me at all.

but me--

I actually held out my hand and grasped his hand.