This hot pot restaurant in the depths of the business district has a red lantern hanging at the door.

In the lantern is not a light bulb, but a candle.

In this day and age, it is rare to use candles to light lanterns.

The mixed smell of butter and hemp comes out from inside, and when you take a deep breath, the smell is pleasant.

Tang Wuzhou didn't have time to take care of this, he could be sure that his son Tang Wuzhou's cry was coming from this hot pot restaurant.

The big red lantern hanging at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, the red light from inside, with a layer of frosted texture, swaying, flickering and flickering.

Look again, in front of the antique door of this hot pot restaurant, although there is a service desk, there is no welcome waiter.

Tang Wuzhou was anxious to save his son, and he didn't care so much, he opened the curtain and strode in.

After entering the lobby, Tang Wuzhou found that the cold pot restaurant at the door was actually full.

On every table, the hot pot soup base is tumbling happily.

The intense blend of butter and hemp aromas with a pungent flavor is emanating from these soup bases.

Before his son fell ill, Tang Wuzhou's family liked to eat hot pot very much.

Every week, they go out for an authentic spicy hot pot. Therefore, when Tang Wuzhou looked at the soup base and smelled the taste, he knew that this hot pot restaurant was absolutely authentic.

No wonder, even if it is located in the depths of this alley, there is no shortage of diners.

The dishes on the table, whether from the presentation or the freshness, can arouse all kinds of appetites.

The fresh buffalo tripe soaked in ice water is dark gray with a slight green, and only the cow that eats grass will have such a fresh color on its leaves.

The yellow throat with blood water proves the freshness of the ingredients, and the taste is also excellent.

The duck intestines are wrapped directly on the ice surface one by one, which perfectly preserves its crispy texture.

Goose County is cut into large slices, directly threaded with a toothpick, scalded in a pot a few times, and wrapped in a layer of spiced chili noodles after coming out of the pot, which is also convenient to eat......

The diners in the restaurant feasted and ate profusely.

Everything in this world is not as good as when your appetite is satisfied.

The entrance to food is the most direct and closest to the heart, and no happiness can be replaced.

The diners ate attentively, and no one noticed the uninvited guests who suddenly broke in.

Tang Wuzhou looked at them and carefully discerned.

The woman wasn't one of them anymore.

In the hearty conversation of the diners and the boiling sound of the spicy hot pot "grunting", the crying of his son Tang Muzhou is still harsh, and the hearty guests, as if they have not heard anything, eat with great interest.

Tang Wuzhou continued to follow his son's voice, and stood at the door of the back kitchen, he stopped.

Tang Muzhou's voice came from the back kitchen.

There was a sign on the kitchen door that said "Idlers are not allowed to enter", Tang Wuzhou didn't care about it at all, opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the back kitchen, Tang Wuzhou was stunned.

The huge kitchen, which was sixty or seventy square meters, was empty and empty.

Only in the middle of it was a large iron bucket more than three feet high.

Underneath the iron bucket, the flames were blazing, and the heat came out from the top of the iron bucket, with the fragrance of numbness.

What made Tang Wuzhou feel terrifying was that the crying of his son Tang Muzhou came from this iron bucket!

Could it be that the son is inside......

With this terrible conjecture, Tang Wuzhou's heart tightened. His throat felt like something was choking, and he couldn't make a sound. At the same time, every pore on his body penetrated fear.

Reaching out, he slammed it on the bucket.

As soon as he touched the iron bucket, Tang Wuzhou screamed.

The iron bucket had been burned by the fire, and a layer of blisters had just formed in the palm of his hand when he touched it.

Listening to his son's cry, I thought of my son's suffering at the moment.

Tang Wuzhou's heart was like a knife.

He looked left and right and saw a stool not far away.

So, Tang Wuzhou was about to move the stool over when a hand suddenly grabbed his arm!

Looking back, it's the woman!

The woman smiled at him, Tang Wuzhou's face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the woman: "Sure enough, it's you!" Get my son out of the bucket! Otherwise, I'll kill you! ”

As he spoke, he let go of the stool and grabbed the woman's shoulders with both hands:

"My son is still so young, you actually treat him like this?! You wicked, how can you do it!? ”

Tang Wuzhou's hand was very hard.

The woman's shoulder bones creaked, as if they had been crushed.

But her expression didn't seem to be painful, and she still looked at Tang Wuzhou with a smile and a faint expression.

She whispered, "Tang Wuzhou, I'm saving your son." ”

How could Tang Wuzhou believe such an understatement from a woman.

Now, his son is boiling in that big iron bucket, boiling hot water, and if he is not brought out again, Tang Muzhou will be turned into a pot of broth.

Tang Wuzhou's eyes were red: "Get my son out!" Get it out! ”

The woman asked, "What if I don't?" ”

"If you don't!?" Tang Wuzhou glared at her: "Then, I stewed you too!" ”

Hearing this, the woman blinked twice.

After a while, she suddenly laughed: "Tang Wuzhou, that iron bucket is burning so hot, if I really stew your son, do you think he can still be called now?" ”

The woman laughed and said.

She was a little out of breath.

Tang Wuzhou let go of his hand, and the woman simply squatted on the ground, continued to laugh, and kept rubbing her stomach.

Tang Wuzhou was stunned: "What do you mean?" My son...... Not in that cauldron? ”

The woman laughed tiredly, and she stood up and stroked her hair.

"He's here."

Tang Muzhou clenched his fists: "Get him out!" ”

The woman's eyebrows were crooked, and she looked at the man with a smile: "Tang Wuzhou, I said that your son is not sick, he is just evil." I, I, I'm helping him exorcise evil spirits, if you don't make trouble, I'll promise to return my son to you later! ”

When the woman said these words, Tang Muzhou's crying voice was much quieter than just now.

Tang Wuzhou hesitated, in fact, he knew very well in his heart that if his son was really stewed, it must have been a scream, not such a cry.

He calmed down slightly: "Who the hell are you?" Why should I trust you? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am."

As she spoke, the woman rubbed her shoulder, probably because it hurt a little from being pinched by Tang Wuzhou just now, she sat down on the stool, and after leisurely cocking Erlang's legs, she squinted at Tang Muzhou:

"Tang Wuzhou, do you still remember, half a year ago you went on a business trip to South Sichuan County, what happened?"