Just now I said that I was looking forward to the cooking made by the fifth grandmother, and in an instant, Yu Chuanfeng didn't understand where these unpalatable things came from.

Zheng Wei's family didn't eat Haisai, and their expressions were not very delicious, but they were also very natural.

"Isn't it delicious? Isn't it to your taste? Zheng Wei's mother, the old lady asked with concern.

Yu Chuanfeng shook his head hesitantly, and found that Zheng Wei's family was looking at him, so he took two bites.

"I went to the wholesale seafood market today, and I thought you kids would like to eat these. If you don't like seafood, I'll make you something else tomorrow. The old lady said softly.

"I'm going to eat pork chops!" Zheng Wei's son immediately spoke.

Zheng Wei scolded him.

The old lady smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give you fried pork cutlets to eat tomorrow." ”

"Their children eat shrimp at most, and it's too troublesome to eat crabs." Zheng Wei said.

"Hey, then I'll cook crab roe tofu next time and pick out the crab meat......"

"Mom, don't bother so much. If we want to eat this, we will go to the restaurant one day and eat it. It's a lot of trouble at home. Zheng Wei's wife said.

"What's the trouble? In the past, the store made crab roe dumplings, and this is how crab meat was picked. The old lady still smiled.

Yu Chuanfeng lowered his head, although the chopsticks were still slow, and the action of swallowing things was still so slow, I felt that his mood had changed.

It may be that I am not used to seafood, or it may be that the seafood is not very fresh.

Yu Chuanfeng thought wildly, and thought of the old lady's snacks again. Small buns, zongzi, xiaolong, pan-fried, wontons...... Yu Chuanfeng was obviously eating, but he felt hungry.

I kind of understood what was going on with him.

The ghost he saw today may have stimulated him.

Originally, he didn't feel anything about the problems with these foods, but now he has discovered these problems.

The dream fast-forwarded for a while.

The wontons for breakfast are not as delicious as Yu Chuanfeng expected, but have a fishy smell.

The cousin next to him was gulping down wontons, and Yu Chuanfeng could only stuff it into his mouth.

At noon, Yu Chuanfeng saw the old lady cooking.

The strange purple pieces of meat and the potatoes with green hairs made Yu Chuanfeng feel excited. He stepped forward to stop him, and was looked at by the old lady with confused eyes.

"Zheng Ze, do you see if the meat and potatoes are broken?" The old lady called her own grandson to come over.

The young man who was about the same age as Zheng Wei walked into the kitchen suspiciously, and looked over, "No." ”

"This one has green hair!" Yu Chuanfeng immediately shouted.

An old man and a young man all looked at Yu Chuanfeng with strange eyes.

The young man blurted out: "Brother, do you have a problem with your eyes?" ”

"Zheng Ze!" The old lady shouted.

Yu Chuanfeng's expression was a little stiff, and he looked at the potatoes and then at the two of them.

"Maybe it's not good lighting. I used to say, what kind of flowers? "The old lady was talking about the kitchen window.

The layout of the residential building is that the kitchen windows of the two houses are facing each other. Probably because of this, the windows of Zheng Wei's kitchen are covered with patterned window paper, and the sunlight penetrates, and there is some Western church glass effect, and there will be colored sunlight on the kitchen table and the ground.

Yu Chuanfeng glanced at the glass window.

The old lady had already turned around and continued to chop vegetables. The boy also returned and left the kitchen.

Yu Chuanfeng stood for a while, his heart was empty, and he silently walked out of the kitchen with questions.

He shared a room with his cousin.

After a while, the sound of frying things in an oil pan came from the kitchen.

Yu Chuanfeng's cousin sniffed, with a greedy expression, and said, "It's so fragrant." Yu Chuanfeng didn't smell anything.

At noon, the tonkatsu is bright in color and golden in color.

Yu Chuanfeng's cousin couldn't wait to start feasting.

Yu Chuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and also sandwiched a piece of pork chop, but as soon as he bit down, the sticky gravy fell on his tongue with a strange bitter taste.

Yu Chuanfeng opened his mouth and spit out the pork chops. In the golden skin, instead of the white, juicy tender meat of pork chops, there was a bluish-purple unidentified object. The thing was bitten through a hole, and a liquid of the same color flowed out and landed in Yu Chuanfeng's rice bowl.

When the crystal grains in the rice bowl are touched by the liquid, they make a "zizi" sound as if they have been corroded. In an instant, the rice had turned black and some white smoke was emitting.

Yu Chuanfeng threw away his chopsticks and rushed into the toilet, retching while rinsing his mouth.

The old lady asked with concern in the back. His cousin was also worried at first, but after watching it for a while, he asked Yu Chuanfeng "Is there any?" with bad intentions. The old lady patted the boy and put a stop to the joke.

Yu Chuanfeng was not in the mood to joke either.

There was a bitter taste in his mouth, which could not be diluted.

I sympathize with Yu Chuanfeng, but I can't do anything.

I've been watching from the side for a long time.

I didn't see anything wrong with the old lady. Those ingredients are the big problem. But if there is a problem with the ingredients, I can't do anything.

I tried to use my abilities with meat and potatoes. This played a little trick. The green hairs on a small potato are gone. This shows that the potato was originally normal. But when the old lady held the potatoes and began to peel them, the green hairs on the potatoes sprung up like mushrooms after the rain.

Realizing this, my heart is even heavier.

Should I just eliminate Zheng Wei's mother?

Even if it is, it is a palliative rather than a cure.

I thought of that map.

Ye Qing found Xuan Qing Zhenren and used municipal engineering to design a talisman that covered most of the district. The district was supposed to be full of problematic restaurants, as I saw in my dreams, grotesque and terrifying. There should be no problem now. The people who were originally in Xiantai should be like the old lady, there is a problem. Now, it should also be "cured".

The talismans I found were incomplete, and I never thought I needed to use them to solve the supernatural problem, which made me in a dilemma right now.

Eliminating Zheng Wei's mother is the worst option. Aoba's people have a complete way to exorcise the supernatural problems in her......

Wait, the client of that takeaway incident!

Aoba's people failed to save him.

Is there a difference?

Or is it that the one who can use that talisman is not the person of Aoba, but the real person of Xuanqing?

I can't help but have a headache.

Dreams don't stop because of my headaches.

It even "cuts" out everything that has nothing to do with the supernatural.

Every meal of Yu Chuanfeng is torment. Every meal, every dish, is problematic food. But apart from him, no one else noticed anything abnormal.

He felt sick and confused.

In the midst of this torment, he became silent.

The dream jumped to after the night of the rainstorm.

The old lady was injured and hospitalized, and Yu Chuanfeng was full of surprise. He behaved too obviously, which made Zheng Wei's family very dissatisfied. This surprise was diluted quite a bit.

Until Yu Chuanfeng overheard our phone call with Wu Ling.

The surprise in the boy's heart erupted again.

I could feel his intense consciousness – "I'm not crazy!" Five grandma really has a problem! ”

This thought filled Yu Chuanfeng's brain, and there was a sense of joy that he was about to be rescued.

The surroundings have changed again.

Not in the unit, but back to Zheng Wei's home.

Yu Chuanfeng's mood has relaxed a lot. His hunger had subsided a lot.

Zheng Wei's wife cut the apple, and the flesh looked normal.

Yu Chuanfeng poked a piece with a toothpick and stuffed it into his mouth.

The crisp texture didn't hold *** bell, and his teeth bit into something soft.

I heard Yu Chuanfeng's fierce heartbeat.

He slowly spat out the apple in his mouth.

In the bitten flesh, an eyeball was watching him through the crack.

"Ahh Yu Chuanfeng screamed, threw away the apple, raised his head, and saw the surprised and disgusted gaze of Zheng Wei's family.