After Wu Bencao rescued the white-haired man back into the house, for the first few days, he had been looking forward to the other party waking up and ending the cause and effect as soon as possible. But after waiting for a while, the white-haired man never showed signs of waking up, and he was very busy opening the store, so gradually, he forgot about it.

He never expected that the white-haired man would wake up on Chinese New Year's Eve, sit quietly behind him, and stare directly at himself with such empty and numb eyes.

His face turned slightly pale, he sat back in his chair, and asked cautiously, "Dare to ask what the senior is called?"

At this time, Xiao Ti had already sensed the powerful aura born in the house, and rushed in from the window. When it saw the white-haired man sitting up, it trembled violently as if it had been electrocuted, and its fiery red fur exploded.

"Greasy...... Reverse!"

It took a few steps back, its cry full of horror, vaguely aware of something, but not sure.

The white-haired man had a dull face, and when he heard the cry, he turned his head to glance at it.

With just a faint glance, its spirit was severely damaged, and it suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

Wu Bencao was shocked, and while showing off the chain knife, he quickly catapulted to the door. Even Xiao Yan is not the opponent of the white-haired man, how can he beat the other party. Seeing that it was a bad star who was saved, he thought he was unlucky, so he could only choose to slip away.

However, to his surprise, the white-haired man suddenly raised his hand to the soup bowl on the table, his voice was rough and hoarse, and there was a soft light in his eyes, "Is there anything else?"

Wu Bencao was stunned, surprised that his opening remarks were actually this sentence, but after thinking about it, he had been asleep for so many days, and it was normal for him to feel hungry after waking up, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "There is a lot of food in the kitchen, if you need it, I will go and get it." ”

Two hundred home-cooked dishes, Xiao Ai left some fish and vegetables to eat, enough for the white-haired person to fill his stomach.

The white-haired man shook his head and said in a wooden voice: "Six-eyed flying fish." ”

Wu Bencao said in his heart, your mouth is quite picky, and quickly replied: "There are also, but they are raw and need to be stewed." ”

The white-haired man didn't speak, he lay back down, closed his eyes, and looked like he hadn't woken up.

His meaning was obvious, he would continue to stay here until he ate the six-eyed flying fish.

Wu Bencao was dumbfounded.

This is a nail household, do you treat your life-saver like this!

It's easy to please God, but he can't beat others, so he has no choice but to go to the kitchen to stew fish.

Midnight falls, if according to the way the earth passed in the previous life, Wu Bencao should be holding dumplings at the moment, sitting in front of the TV watching the Spring Festival Gala, waiting for the countdown to the New Year. But this year, he was in a miserable situation, and he returned to the house with a supper to honor the white-haired man.

Without him to speak, the white-haired man's perception was extremely sensitive, and he immediately got up and sat down at the table, silently holding the soup bowl and drinking it.

Wu Bencao stood aside, walking on thin ice, and couldn't help but say: "Senior, have a healthy New Year." ”

The white-haired man just lowered his head and drank the soup, as if he hadn't heard it, and he didn't bird him at all.

He suddenly felt embarrassed, shut up stupidly, and waited for the white-haired man to send him.

Sucking, sucking......

A huge bowl of fish soup, the white-haired man drank half of it, and for some reason, he suddenly choked.

Wu Bencao thought he had heard it wrong at first, but as his crying became louder and louder, he was sure of this strange change, and he was speechless in his heart.

Damn, is my cooking too good, or have you never seen the world, isn't it just a bowl of fish soup, why are you still crying? Do you want to be so pompous?

After the hot soup was in his stomach, the white-haired man's face was flushed, and his eyes were red from crying, although he couldn't help himself, he didn't stop drinking the soup, but drank more and more vigorously, as if he hadn't eaten this meal without a meal.

Wu Bencao was afraid that he would be choked by fish bones, so he pinched his sweat.

After a while, the fish soup was drunk, and the cheeks of the white-haired man wept. He rolled up his sleeves, wiped away the tears, and lay back on the bed again. He choked up from time to time because of the emotion, and could no longer sleep as before.

It was only at this time that Wu Bencao faintly understood that the reason why the white-haired man was willing to wake up was probably because of the bowl of six-eyed flying fish. He brought the soup into the house earlier, and the rich aroma was smelled by the white-haired man, evoking the other party's hidden memories, and his heart was pounding, so he returned to reality.

This person drank soup and cried, and he was out of control, which is the best proof of this.

As the owner of the house, Wu Bencao naturally can't act like no one else, as if nothing happened, and let the white-haired people continue to occupy the magpie's nest.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage, cleared his throat, and said tentatively: "I don't know where the predecessor is sacred? I see that your injuries have not yet healed, and lying like this is not a solution, so why don't I go and inform your relatives and friends and ask them to help heal your injuries." ”

This is a relatively euphemistic statement, and the implication is to find someone to pick up the white-haired person.

The white-haired man lay on the couch, not moving at all, and returned to his previous state. As soon as his eyes are closed, he can immediately fake his death, and the speed at which he enters the state is too fast.

When encountering this kind of dead beggar and white master, Wu Bencao had no way at all, he was stunned there, wanting to cry without tears. He hated himself for seeing money, and for the sake of 10,000 fans, he carried the other party into the house, making it difficult to ride a tiger now.

Murder and arson of gold belts, repair bridges and pave roads without corpses, sure enough, good people have no good reward.

He shook his head, and in desperation, he had no choice but to extinguish the oil lamp and go back to his bed not far from him. He tossed and turned, feeling depressed and unable to sleep.

It's a memorable tonight......

As the saying goes, you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep. But at the same time, if you can't sleep, even if you can fool anyone, you can't fool your own heart.

At a certain moment, the white-haired man opened his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and in the dark night, those eyes flickered faintly, revealing deep and complex emotions.

There is grief, remorse, anger, and despair......

Once you wake up, you can't escape the harsh reality.

He turned his head sideways, forcibly removed his attention, suppressed various emotions, and said: "When you were making soup in the kitchen, you took out a packet of medicinal powder, and after hesitation, you didn't pour it into the pot. Anyway, if you want to kill me, I should kill you. ”

Wu Bencao turned his back to the white-haired man, and when he heard this, his body instantly became cold.

He is by no means a pedantic and old-fashioned person, he knows the truth of being in a hurry, and in the face of the unfathomable white-haired man, he did think of the idea of poisoning at first, and almost did it.

The so-called professional ethics of the chef means that he will never harm customers, but the current situation is different, the white-haired man is not a door-to-door customer, and he himself is not collecting money to do business, the nature of this matter is equivalent to kidnapping and extortion, and he can completely poison himself to protect himself.

He didn't do it, it had nothing to do with his moral conscience, it was purely out of jealousy.

The white-haired man glanced at it casually, and the second-order five-fold little greasy fainted on the spot, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle, such a terrifying divine soul will was simply outrageous. Wu Bencao has reason to doubt that with the medicinal power of ordinary poisons, it can be poisoned to death.

If the poison is really administered, the more likely result is that the white-haired person will soon be able to detect it, and even ignore the toxin, and drink it without harm.

Once this result appeared, Wu Materia Medica was completely cool, and Xiao Ai was killed together.

In contrast, he is willing to gamble on the character of a white-haired person, bet that the other party still has a little conscience, and for the sake of saving his life, he is willing to let him go. After all, there is no grievance between the two sides, and if he takes the lead in turning his face, it is tantamount to taking the initiative to seek death.

Therefore, after a fierce psychological struggle, he finally did not poison and served a bowl of clean and delicious fish soup to the white-haired man.

Listening to the white-haired man's mouth at this moment, he realized in horror that the other party's spirit was so strong, it turned out that from the very beginning, he had already sensed the scene of his preparation for poisoning.

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PS: It's really helpless to continue a change in the last few days.

I originally applied with the editor to be released on the shelves last Friday, but there was a problem with the backend of China Literature, and I had to wait until this Friday, which disrupted my rhythm.

In order to try to put it on the shelves at the climax, I can only temporarily suppress the update rhythm, sorry everyone, please understand.

After it is put on the shelves, I will ensure that the daily stability of the three watches, please rest assured!