Seeing that Chef Zheng was lying on the bed moved, I stepped forward and called him, but for a long time, he didn't respond.

The old man was not in good health and needed to rest, I didn't want to disturb his rest, and I was about to leave, but I suddenly saw that there seemed to be something hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The thing was crimson in color, like the stems and leaves of a plant, and it had dried up.

At first, I thought it was when Chef Zheng was eating, and there were vegetable leaves hanging on the corners of his mouth and not completely swallowed. When people are old, their teeth and mouth will not be very good, and it is normal to hang something on the mouth.

I pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and by the way, I wanted to pull the leaf away.

But as soon as I pulled the leaf with my finger, I realized that something was wrong.

The other end of the vegetable leaf was restrained by something, and it went straight into Chef Zheng's mouth.

Looking more closely at the crimson stems and leaves, I saw that they were not vegetable leaves at all, but onion skins.

My heart trembled.

I quickly pinched Chef Zheng's mouth, and sure enough, I found that he had a whole round onion stuffed into his mouth. The skin of the onion was deep red and shiny, and it looked like it had been pickled in something before it was stuffed in.

The onion skin had turned crimson, and a pungent smell emanated from his mouth.

This is exactly the kind of smell I had smelled in the living room before. No wonder I feel very familiar, it turns out that this is the smell of Northeast tiger food.

Speaking of the origin of this tiger dish, it is directly related to Zhang Zuolin, a warlord of the Feng family during the Republic of China:

Legend has it that Zhang Zuolin, known as the "Siberian Tiger", was in a bad mood because of a conflict with the Japanese Kwantung Army. For a while, he was depressed all day long, never thinking about tea and dinner, and had no appetite for what to eat.

So the housekeeper asked the chef in the marshal's house to develop a dish that met the taste of the marshal within three days, otherwise be careful of the whole family's head.

The cook racked his brains and made a lot of dishes, but Zhang Zuolin just took a bite and stopped touching them.

Seeing that the three-day deadline was approaching, the cook really had no choice, and looking at the messy pile of spices in the kitchen, he simply broke the jar and broke it.

The cook cut all the spicy dishes such as green onions, green peppers, garlic cloves, coriander, and onions into shreds, put a little sesame oil and salt, and then served them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this dish was put on the table, Zhang Zuolin had a great appetite after eating it.

He happily summoned the cook and asked what the dish was called. When the cook heard this, he was a little stunned, and the cook's heart turned back and forth a few times at that moment.

Suddenly, he looked at Zhang Dashuai, and remembered that Zhang Zuolin's nickname was "Siberian Tiger", so he immediately opened his mouth and said: "Hui Dashuai, this dish is called tiger dish." ”

When Zhang Zuolin heard this, he was instantly in a good mood, and said a good word with laughter. Then he rewarded the cook heavily, and from then on, this crooked "tiger dish" got its name.

And at this moment, the taste in Chef Zheng's mouth is so similar to tiger dishes.

The onion in his mouth was obviously specially treated. Thinking of this, I realized something, and quickly looked at Chef Zheng's nose and ears.

When I saw everything in front of me, I broke out in a cold sweat!

My mind was spinning in the lightning, and I seemed to understand.

I turned around and was about to leave, but my wrist was grabbed by someone.

Bow your head, it's Chef Zheng.

His eyes were already open, as if he had just been woken up by me, and instead of looking at me, he looked straight at the ceiling, looking at the ceiling with a blank expression.

That hand was so hard to grip it that it took a lot of effort before I could break free.

At the moment of breaking free, I fell heavily to the ground due to inertia. I looked at the wrist that had just broken free, and there was actually a crimson mark on it.

Looking at Chef Zheng again, although he had woken up, he was still lying on the bed motionless.

I got up and ran out, and when I opened the door, I saw Grandma Hu. She stood in the doorway, her eyes rolling up at me, her face sallow and plaster-like.

Grandma Hu asked me sharply, "Where are you going?" ”

"Grandma......" I glanced back at Chef Zheng who was still lying on the bed: "It's not early, I'm going back!" ”

"You don't want the old salt water anymore?"

"I really have to go......"

After saying these words, I pushed her away and ran out.

I heard her shouting my name from behind, and I didn't dare to look over, as if I would be caught by her in the endless abyss as soon as I turned around.

I ran out of her house and continued to run down the hallway, her voice getting quieter. Still, I didn't get tired and kept running.

Her voice was gone, and I took a few more steps forward. It was already completely dark, and the lights in the hallway were faintly on.

I hunched over my knees and gasped for air.

Just then, I saw a black monstrosity appear on the ground.

The monster looked like an old witch, and every step she took was slow, and every movement seemed to be very difficult.

Staring at the terrifying figure on the ground, I didn't dare to look back.

I saw the figure get closer, closer, and finally it reached out to me. Immediately, there was a cold touch on my shoulder......

I screamed, clenched my fists and swung at the monster behind me!

Hearing only the sound of "oops", a man fell to the ground in response.

I know this person, he is none other than the tenant who rented my house, Wang Daqiang.

After moving to the noodle shop, we rented it to him.

I don't know who he is, but the rent is paid every three months, and every time he consciously comes to my shop a week in advance and personally hands over the money to my father.

Then, he also "consciously" ate a bowl of chicken noodles at my house, and then left satisfied. Every time I cooked the chicken offal noodles, he would stand in front of my stove and instruct me to put an extra spoonful of chicken offal whistle.

My family's amount is sufficient, and a spoonful of chicken offal with soup and oil is more expensive than the price of a bowl of noodles. I didn't want to call him, my dad always said it didn't matter, we were all friends.

What kind of friends are not friends, I feel that this Wang Daqiang is a stingy ghost who loves to take advantage.

The punch just now hit him in the eye, and at this moment he fell to the ground and screamed.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was him.

As long as it's not a ghost.

Hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and I asked Wang Daqiang why he was using that posture to scare me.

He waved his hand and said, "Heavenly conscience, if I want to scare you, I won't die well!" I just pooped out, and when I saw you running over and gasping for air, I was like asking you what's going on? ”

Hearing this, I looked at the thatched house next to me again and understood.

There is only one thatched house on the first floor of the old-fashioned tube building, which happens to be next to it, this Wang Daqiang must have been squatting in the pit for too long just now, and his feet are numb to walk so slowly.

I didn't want to say anything more to him, and I was about to leave with a sigh of relief.

Just then, I heard the woman's crying again......