Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Grief of a Foodie
Rat Xiangxiang was stunned, and must have recalled that Hongtu couldn't eat mundane things, so he immediately panicked and wanted to go out with braised pork.
As a result, a howl came out of Hongtu's mouth, and this howl was indeed like that of a beast of prey.
He shook me off suddenly, and then pounced towards Rat Xiangxiang, who was stunned and fell to the ground directly by Hongtu.
The grand plan is to grab the braised pork in the plate and stuff it into his mouth.
"Tutu! If you eat it, you will be locked up. I spoke, out loud.
With tears in his eyes, Hongtu replied: "If I want to eat, I will eat!" I'm going to swallow all the food here! ”
As he spoke, he had already brought the braised pork to his mouth, but just as the braised pork was about to be eaten, his body trembled suddenly, and then I saw a frost on Hongtu's eyebrows.
His hands were also covered in cold.
"Husband?" The next moment, I saw the Stygian North Lin, standing in front of the threshold of the back kitchen, staring at the grand plan with a cold gaze.
The braised pork in Hongtu's hand fell to the ground, and his round eyes were still reluctantly looking at those pieces of meat.
"Little Ancestor, why did you run out?" Float also followed, he immediately went into the back kitchen, helped Hongtu up, and then wiped the greasy hand for Hongtu.
Shen Beilin slowly approached Hongtu, and when Hongtu saw Ming Beilin, his eyes obviously showed fear.
Shen Beilin didn't reprimand him, just raised his hand, and at the center of his eyebrows, those cold qi seemed to dissipate in an instant.
The grand plan also returned to normal, but the look in his eyes was still dark.
"Woooooooooo Woooooo He cried, aggrieved and cried aloud.
This is a foodie's sadness, and others will not understand.
Eating is his life.
"I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat!" Hongtu cried for a long time, and began to hiccup when he spoke.
"Any meat?" Beilin looked sideways at Rat Xiangxiang.
Rat Xiangxiang immediately nodded: "Yes!" ”
"Bring it." Shen Beilin said lightly.
Rat Xiangxiang immediately served a plate of steamed chicken, and Ming Beilin took it and sent it to Hongtu's eyes.
I thought, maybe Hongtu cried too sad and desperate, so even the Stygian Beilin was moved by compassion.
"Today, you can eat this meat, but after eating it, you will have to abstain from eating for another seven days, and you can't even drink water, if you endure it, tomorrow, this god will take you out to eat some of what you should eat, and fill your stomach." Beilin stared at the grand plan and let the grand plan choose for himself.
Standing aside, he hurriedly spoke: "Hongtu, doesn't it feel bad to be hungry?" If you endure a little longer, you will be able to eat enough tomorrow, so why should you starve for another seven days for a chicken? ”
"I want to eat!" Hongtu snatched the chicken.
His stomach let out a loud cry of "grunt, grunt".
Beilin looked at him, and didn't go to grab food, but just said very seriously: "Hongtu, you know, this Divine Monarch has always done what he says, how difficult it is for seven days, you know." ”
"Ahhh Bad guys, God Monarch is bad guys! He shouted, two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes, he threw the chicken in his hand to the ground, turned around and ran out, floating and hurried to chase.
Beilin looked at the chicken, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Hongtu's choice seems to make Shen Beilin happy, at least, that kid now knows how to compare and weigh the pros and cons.
"Husband, how is today?" While I was working with Rat Xiangxiang to clean up the chopsticks and meat on the ground, I asked Mingbeilin.
"It's okay, I'll go make some soup." Ming Beilin said, turned around and walked out of the back kitchen, and I hurriedly followed behind him.
"I want to wash up, too." After I finished speaking, I hurried forward and took the hand of the Stygian Beilin.
He turned his head to the side, looked at me, and smiled at me.
It's just that this smile is different from before, and the smile is full of tiredness.
When I got back to the house, I took a change of clothes and went into the soup room with Ming Beilin.
After closing the door of the soup room, I untied the clothes of the underworld, who just lowered his eyes and stared at me with some distraction.
"Let's go soak it." I untied his robe and said to him.
Beilin didn't speak, but the slender hands fell on the placket of my clothes, took off the clothes for me one by one, and then picked me up horizontally and walked towards the soup spring.
I put my hand on the neck of the underworld, and felt the wounds on the back of his neck, which had healed and seemed to be recovering well.
"In the past few days, it is the husband's fault that he has snubbed his wife." He had already held me in his arms and immersed myself in the spring.
The warm spring of soup envelops us, and it is very comfortable.
"You're busy building the River Temple, it's already hard work." After I finished speaking, a hand touched Beilin's cheek: "It's all my uselessness, I can't help you." ”
"There are so many things you can do to help, such as?" His voice became muffled, and his hands were wrapped around my waist, and his lips fell on my collarbone.
I could feel his hand slowly roaming over my body, the heat of the hot spring smoking my body red.
Beilin was extremely gentle, I was soon trapped in his arms, looking at the ripples of water around me, and then looking at Beilin's misty eyes, I also took the initiative to kiss his lips, he saw me respond like this, became more enthusiastic, my eyes began to be confused.
After a long time, I lay on my chest in exhaustion, and he leaned his face on my hair.
The two of them didn't speak, just snuggled up to each other, and this feeling gave me a long-lost peace of mind.
"Husband, these days, my eyelids have been jumping, I think?" I want to say, I think, this temple building, I'm afraid it won't go well, but when the words came to my mouth, I still swallowed it, and there were some unfortunate words, and I said something bad about it.
"Madam, don't worry, everything can be arranged by this god monarch." He whispered to me as he gently held my back.
"Hmm." I bowed my head slightly, and didn't say anything more.
When I came out of the soup room, it was already completely dark, and I went to Hongtu's house together.
Hongtu is accompanied by floating at the moment, and the house is already in a mess, and it looks like it was smashed by this little guy.
Standing at the door, he just glanced at me and dragged me to the dining room, not intending to appease Hongtu.
"Husband, tomorrow, where are you going to take Hongtu?" When Fang was in the back kitchen, Ming Beilin said to Hongtu that he would take him to fill his stomach tomorrow, but now, Hongtu can only devour demons, and his appetite is still huge, presumably Ming Beilin has found some demon group?