People have only one mouth.

But the old man has two mouths.

At this time, both mouths are making swallowing and chewing movements.

The mouth above said, "This thing doesn't taste good." ”

The mouth below said, "If you don't cook something, it will naturally taste worse." ”

The mouth above stopped chewing and looked down at his belly. The mouth on the belly made a chirp sound.

On the plate, the tip of the slippery liver made by Man Niang has already bottomed out.

The mouth below said, "You shouldn't be so anxious. Look, if you kill her, she'll never be able to make me a good liver again. ”

The old man raised his head, looked at Man Niang who was lying on the ground, curled up, and replied, "You asked me to kill it." ”

"It's not me!"

"That's you!" The old man stood up, still staring at his stomach. Angle, he could only see a mouth bulging outward. "Forget it, it doesn't matter who it is."

"It's also said that you and I are one, what I think is what you think, and what I do is what you do."

"I don't want to kill!" The old man sat back on the recliner with a frustrated face: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have killed anyone at all." It's you, it's you who made me into the person I am today, not a ghost."

"That's not killing." The mouth below yawned, "That's taking medicine." ”

"Medicine?" The old man smiled bitterly: "Do you use human liver as medicine again?" ”

"Didn't you?" The mouth below asked: "Don't you often put some heart, liver, and limbs in the pot to stew, which is called food therapy?" How? As long as you eat our things, we are not allowed to eat your things. ”

"That's different!" The old man's voice was a little louder: "We eat animal liver. ”

"What's the difference?" The mouth below asked, "When you eat the drumsticks, have you ever thought about the pain of the chickens when they are slaughtered, and have you ever thought that the delicious chicken thighs in your mouth are cut from their bodies?" You didn't think about it, because in the eyes of you stupid humans, all you eat is food. ”

"So, I ...... Also your food? ”

"No!" After a brief pause, the mouth below continued, "I can't eat you." ”

"But I'd rather you eat me." The old man closed his eyes in pain.

……

The county government recruits cooks, and there is only one requirement, which is to make a liver tip.

Everyone recommended Manniang, but found that the small courtyard that used to be quite lively has been quiet these days. The diners stepped forward, only to find that the door that had been open that day had been locked down, and the man niang did not know where to go.

There is no familiar taste, and the diners also feel that something is missing, and they have to take out their livers and lungs.

Xing Ruyi dozed off the recruitment notice of the county office, and then opened a pair of sleepy eyes and was pulled in by the official who came out of the county office.

"Do you know how to cook?"

"Yes, and the cooking is not bad!"

"Will you make a liver tip?"

"Yes."

"How's it going?"

"Have you ever eaten the liver tip made by Manniang?" Xing Ruyi asked, staring at the eyes of the county lord.

"You mean, you're even better than Manniang?" The county lord did not answer positively.

Xing Ruyi tugged at the corners of his mouth: "I think I don't do worse than what Man Niang does." ”

"What do you think?"

"It's hard to say for sure. For example, if you ask a person who likes sweets to taste a dish that is famous for its saltiness, she will feel that it is not worthy of its name, and it is extremely unworthy of its name. In the same way, if you let a vegetarian eat meat, no matter how delicious the meat is in her mouth, it will not be good. ”

"There seems to be some truth to what you said."

"Whether Ruyi is good or not, you will know after you taste it, master." Xing Ruyi said and rolled up his sleeves: "Can you borrow your small kitchen, master?" ”

The housekeeper didn't bring pork liver, but Xing Ruyi saw it but didn't say it.

She first washed the liver with water, and then put the washed liver in a bowl dripping with white vinegar.

After the white vinegar is soaked in the liver, cut the liver into thin slices, then add an appropriate amount of vinegar, sugar, and cornstarch and stir well.

Xing Ruyi is quick with his hands and feet, and he seems to be better at cooking than Man Niang.

The butler leaned against the door, his gaze moving from the thinly sliced liver to Xing Ruyi's face.

She smiled.

What is she laughing at? Is it laughing that she will soon be able to enter the government office and become a cook who specializes in serving the master, or is she laughing that she can take more money home in the future.

The housekeeper frowned, but found that Xing Ruyi smiled alone again.

What was she laughing at again?

Forget it, let her laugh.

The housekeeper thought to herself that if she knew where the liver in her hand came from, she was afraid that she would never be able to laugh again.

Put oil in the pan, pour the chopped liver into it, and pick up the spatula and stir-fry quickly. In just a few clicks, a familiar smell rose in the air.

The housekeeper changed his posture and continued to stare at Xing Ruyi. She wore a strangely shaped apron with a bowl painted on it. The bowl reminded the butler of the days when he used to beg on the street.

Those who ask for food are not necessarily the poor, but also the rich who are in distress.

The butler closed his eyes, he didn't want to think about the bowl anymore, and he didn't want to relive the memory that was simply terrifying to him.

"Hey!"

Xing Ruyi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the housekeeper's eyes, and when he saw him open his eyes again, he smiled and handed over the freshly made liver tip: "It's ready, do you need to taste it, housekeeper?"

The butler stared at the bowl of liver and shook his head: "I don't like to eat liver!" ”

"Good, I don't like it either." Xing Ruyi blinked his eyes: "But if you don't like it, it doesn't mean you can't taste it." It's like I'm a cook who doesn't like liver and stuff, but I can still do it well. ”

Seeing that Xing Ruyi handed over the plate again, the housekeeper subconsciously made an evasive action. He covered his nose with his hand, frowned, and said, "Take it away!" ”

Xing Ruyi said: "You are too loud, it scares me." ”

The butler's brow furrowed even harder.

"Hurry up and clean up and send this dish to the master."

"Butler, don't you really want to taste it? Maybe it reminds you of the taste of your childhood. ”

"When I was younger, I didn't like to eat liver."

"Really? But how can I say that when you were young, you were very fond of eating liver, and you didn't eat liver every day? ”

The butler's face suddenly became ugly, "Who did you listen to?" ”

"It doesn't matter who you listen to, what matters is that your current reaction is to confirm Ruyi's ......" Xing Ruyi smiled secretly: "Confirm that the things you heard about the housekeeper before Ruyi are true." ”

"What do you hear?"

"Butler, you were also a little young master, and you lived a worry-free life since you came out of your mother's womb. Your favorite food is the slippery liver tip made by the chef in Fuzhong, three meals a day, all meals must be there, otherwise you will lose your temper and refuse to eat. Your father and mother feel sorry for you, so they naturally come according to your preferences. Until something happens, your willfulness is nothing. But when you were seven years old, your father was arrested for being involved in a case of fraud in the imperial court.

Your mother couldn't bear your father's suffering, so she secretly acted in private, and even sold all the family property that could be sold in order to save your father. You have also changed from a carefree young master to a child from a poor family who has to save three meals a day.

In the first days, you thought it was fresh to eat those coarse teas and light rice, but as the days went by, you couldn't stand it. You start crying all day and all night, clamoring to eat your favorite liver tip. Your mother had no choice but to beg the nearby butcher.

Pork liver, your mother got it.

Slip the tip of the liver, you have eaten it too.

But that was the last time you saw your mother, and the last time you ate the tip of the liver.

When you wake up from your sleep contentedly, you find your mother hanging herself from the beam with her belt. You didn't have time to see what your mother would look like after she died, and the butcher next door came to the door drunk. In a trance, you understand that your mother died because of you. ”

The butler's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he stared at Xing Ruyi's mouth and asked her, "Who told you this?" ”

"If I say it's your mother, do you believe it?"

The butler was furious all of a sudden, and he stepped forward quickly and grabbed Xing Ruyi's neck with his hand.

"Say, who are you?"

"The one who listens to the story." Xing Ruyi did not struggle, but continued to stare at the housekeeper with his eyes motionless: "You, kill the drunken butcher who came to the door." Because from his mouth, you learned the ultimate truth about your mother's hanging - your mother was insulted by the butcher, and she is a fierce woman who attaches great importance to innocence. ”

"Say no more! I'll tell you to stop talking! ”

"After your mother died, you never ate this dish again, nor did you eat any liver-related dishes."

"Shut up!" The butler's eyes turned scarlet.

"Good!" Xing Ruyi readily agreed, then pulled the corners of his mouth, and asked: "This liver is human, right?" ”