Chapter 610: Half-Cooked Meat
She realized that she seemed to be missing something, and immediately reversed the previous statement, "No! Not him! Not him! β
In order to cover up for a long time, I couldn't even tell my gender, which pointed straight to confirm: "It's a woman!" It's a woman! β
When Jiang Futing noticed that she said this, the panic in her eyes had subsided a lot, but the residual panic was very similar to the state of fear she had expressed.
If it is an ordinary person, it will be difficult to discern, and it will only be that she is crazy again.
He began to wonder in his heart, questioning whether she was really crazy or fake crazy half a year ago?
Was it because of Jiang Li that I was scared like that before? In order to avoid him, he pretended to be crazy and pretended to have amnesia.
But her reaction at the beginning just now was indeed the fear that was subconsciously revealed, which showed that her fear of ghosts and Jiang Li was real, so who else was?
Jiang Li.
These two words, which had been wrapped in hatred, once again planted a big and deep seed in his heart,
He didn't continue to ask, this woman's mouth was as tight as glue, even if there was a little flaw, she would only play crazy and stupid to get by.
"I see. Rest well, I'll take a spin around, and lock the door if you're scared when you're out. β
Jiang Futing stood up calmly and explained to her.
"Okay, okay!" Zhang Yan was busy responding, and stood up as if she was about to be amnesty.
She watched Jiang Futing disappear completely from sight with trepidation, stalemate at the door for a while, then went to the back kitchen to fill the kettle, and returned to the stove at the door.
She removed the chimney, the black coal in it was already burning red, and the open flame burst out from time to time, and then she put the rusty kettle on it.
When she had done this, she wiped her hands, made a phone call, and listened to the other party, only to do so.
She hung up the phone, took a boning knife from the kitchen, pulled a small bench, sat down under the shade of the tree in the doorway and began to sharpen it skillfully, the knife cutting through the whetstone with a piercing grinding sound.
Jiang Futing stood behind a big tree below, and watched her sharpen the knife for nearly five minutes, but the woman didn't mean to stop, her hands didn't even show signs of soreness, like a machine repeating this simple action.
He was not in a hurry to take out his mobile phone to see, there were no people in this village, and he couldn't see the famous hall during the day, and he had to come out again at night.
It's just that I can't go back tonight.
He frowned, and looked up at the red sky, it was already evening.
The summer sunset is always like a fire, and it can be lit up even in a large part of the sky, stretching from the top of your head to the end of the sunset, magnificent and gorgeous.
He glanced down at the time, it was almost five o'clock.
The family has already explained to Lin Jin, maybe he won't go back for a few days, Lin Jin's reply has a similar meaning, and the company's energy development projects have been reviewed, and Jiang Chao is just busy in confirming technology and financing issues recently.
Maybe after this busy time, he was anxious and numb, and he unconsciously put down his matter.
Slender fingertips slid across the screen, and he dialed out a familiar phone number.
It was picked up very quickly.
"You suddenly thought of calling me, are you in trouble?" Bai Tang seemed to be bored, and opened his mouth lazily, and he didn't expect anything good when he opened his mouth anyway.
Jiang Futing was still enjoying the scenery, so red that the sun fell in his eye sockets, reflecting a sea of fire in his pitch-black pupils, and half of his cold and resolute face was fainted with a layer of warm red.
His voice was still inappropriately cold: "No, I just told you that I won't go back at night." β
Bai Tang paused for a moment, suddenly raised a meaningful smile, and shouted on the phone: "It can't be a beauty, right?" I didn't expect you to be such a forgetful person! β
Jiang Futing just wanted to take the communication back, dissect this person's brain, and see what was inside.
He didn't bother to explain, but if he didn't say it, the people over there could talk endlessly, so he could only helplessly reply: "People who are almost forty." β
When Bai Tang heard this, he seemed to be relieved, and he was tasteless for a while, and instantly dried up, "Oh." β
Jiang Futing: "Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·"
Deprived of interest, Bai Tang finally said a little seriously, "Then you pay attention to safety, if there is anything wrong, call me." If you really hit the hell, if you can beat it, you can fight, if you can't beat it, you can run, your life is important, there is nothing to be ashamed of. β
This kind of faceless and skinless words he said was not red or breathless, but the truth was indeed a truth, and Jiang Futing had to respond dryly: "Okay." β
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yan didn't know when she had returned to the house, the kettle should have been boiled and taken away, and the chimney was back on the stove.
It didn't take long for the kitchen behind the bungalow to waft out the rich smell of oil smoke and vegetables.
The fragrance is so strong that it is a little tempting, Jiang Futing has not eaten a grain of rice except for the bowl of decanting soup since he woke up at noon, and his stomach hurts a little when he smells this smell, and he doesn't feel anything wrong when he is attracted by the fragrance.
He stood under the tree for more than ten minutes, Zhang Yan finished cooking dinner, rubbed his hands on his apron, came out and wrapped the stove outside the door with a tongs with coal, and then clamped the stove back.
He checked the time again, estimated that he had been outside for about the same time, and walked back to the house just in time to bump into Zhang Yan bringing the fried vegetables out of the kitchen.
"You're back? How's it going? Is it easy to catch? Zhang Yan cleaned up the table and asked nervously.
Jiang Futing didn't say it explicitly, but simply said: "I'm going to go out and have a look at it again at night." β
"Okay. Then you can eat first, come all the way here, and it will be hard all the way. Zhang Yan saw that he didn't say much, and he didn't ask much about each other, so he immediately beckoned him to eat.
Jiang Futing didn't sit down politely with her directly, he was about to mention the matter of staying overnight, but she took the lead in speaking: "Master Jiang, since it's so late this day, you still have to be busy at night, don't go back yet, stay with me for one night, and go back tomorrow." β
Jiang Futing glanced at this woman, but felt that this woman was too thoughtful, and her speech was also impermeable, and her mind sank a little more.
He pretended to be embarrassed and hesitated, and the longer he thought about it, the more worried the woman's expression became, for fear that he would refuse.
The doubt in his heart grew stronger and stronger like a growing vine, and he regained his indifferent demeanor: "Then bother." β
The woman breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, her heart was settled, and even her attention was no longer focused on these things, and she moved the meat and vegetables in front of him.
"If you're busy at night, eat more! Not enough to add in the kitchen! β
Jiang Futing glanced at the rich plates on the table, and although he was so hungry just now that his chest was pressed against his back, he still immediately lost his appetite.
In the countryside, the guests like to cook some particularly greasy food, which seems to be more hospitable, and the meat is fat with skin, and the oil and water are full like soup.
There are five kinds on the table, not a single plate of vegan ones, white meat and red meat, and the only different color is the red and green peppers.
The stomach was so empty that it was still turning upside down, Jiang Futing finally encouraged himself to pick up the chopsticks, and after a battle between heaven and man in his heart, it was very rare to put it down.
Zhang Yan's face changed, "What's wrong?" Not up to an appetite? β
Jiang Futing closed his eyes and recuperated, comprehending Bai Tang's ability to come as soon as he opened his mouth, and talked nonsense seriously: "Cultivators should avoid meat." β
His tone is cold, his face is bleak, and he has no desires, and he has a sage style that does not eat the fireworks of the world, which makes people dare not suspect and blaspheme.
Zhang Yan obviously didn't expect this stubble, and was pushing the plate to continue to persuade him to eat more vegetables, and his hand paused in embarrassment.
But she reacted quickly, and picked up the greasy and greasy plate in her hand and the other plate on the table, and smiled politely, "Then I'll prepare two more vegetarian dishes for you." β
"Okay." Jiang Futing watched her walk into the kitchen, then lowered his head and continued to look at the three remaining plates on the table.
Her family is poor, and she doesn't see poultry when she comes in, so where do you get so much meat?
He glanced in the direction of the kitchen, where he heard the sound of chopping vegetables.
While watching out for movement in the kitchen, he took a small piece of meat nearby and slipped it open in a bowl.
The soup inside has not yet been boiled, it is not colored, it is still a little raw, and the meat is still a little red, but it has a mouth-watering fragrance.
But the ingredients on the plate don't have any spices or anything like that.
He was thinking about it with his eyebrows locked, when the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen suddenly stopped, and Jiang Futing quietly destroyed the meat in the room with turbidity, and then closed his eyes again.
Calm and concentricΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·
The curtain covering the kitchen was suddenly lifted, Zhang Yan poked out a head, and found that the other party's eyes were still closed, and the malicious eyes would not even be half disdainful to hide.
Jiang Futing could feel dazzling when he sat with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter?" β
Zhang Yan didn't seem to be in a panic when she was discovered, probably because she felt that the other party had her eyes closed, and she was sure that he couldn't see it, and her tone was still the same as before, and she hid it well, "Do you eat spicy?" β
Jiang Futing replied lightly, "Be light." β
It is better to boil in plain water, after all, the oil does not know what kind of oil it is.
Of course, I didn't say that
But since he saw the piece of meat, the doubts in his heart were so thick that they overflowed all over his limbs.
The strings were tightened to the extreme, and he was always vigilant as if he was facing a great enemy, and he didn't open his eyes until Zhang Yan came out of the kitchen.
There are two more plates of green leaves on the table, and on the gray table, the monotonous plates of meat are suddenly embellished with green, which is much more pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Futing had eaten until he had eaten, and he didn't even use more than ten vegetarian dishes and chopsticks, he stood up while Zhang Yan was still eating, and said, "You eat first, and I'll look at the house." β
Zhang Yan was caught off guard by his sudden decision, and smiled a little ugly, "It's okay, don't worry!" You don't want to eat first. β
Jiang Futing just had his back to her, and he had been hiding it from other aspects, but he didn't even let him move around the room, which completely affected the progress of his work.
He looked back at her with a pair of cold eyes, "If you have any inconvenience, you can say it directly, there is no need to stop me, and I will not come to exorcise ghosts." β
He didn't talk too clearly, he just made a look that he was not very happy to be treated poorly.
Zhang Yan didn't expect him to be so direct all of a sudden, she was so embarrassed that she was stunned for a moment, and could only laugh, "It's nothing, you see, you see." β
Jiang Futing didn't bite or let go, and he spoke as if he were eating, "I only check the ghost tracks, and I won't touch the things in the house at will." β
The person behind him seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as if it were light and light.
(End of chapter)