Sasha and Beelzebub walked side by side along the path that winded between the buildings and the trees, and the leaflet was folded up and tucked into Beelzebub's trouser pocket, meaning that its future would be a garbage can—humans were outside the care of Bissandi and Hopkins, let alone animals. None of them were vegetarians – golden, dark green, orange, sauce and rose brown leaves rustled beneath their feet, more colors floated between the sky and the earth, and the afternoon wind defied the natural warmth of the solar term.

This kind of weather should have a good appetite.

"We can try this Chinese restaurant." Beelzebub said he had found the location of the restaurant on a map, and it took about 30 minutes to walk there, "and someone recommended their roast suckling pig, and we could order a whole pig." ”

"No problem," said Sasha, "we can ask for a private room." ”

What they're visiting today is a pure Chinese restaurant that is rare in the Western Continent, and its menu doesn't include the oddly shaped fried wontons (they are called crab horns, which are filled with cheese and artificial crab fillets), the greasy spring rolls and rotten noodles, and the bland and tasteless hibiscus eggs that are complemented by sweet and sour sauces (it is supposed to be made with eggs and minced vegetables, but many chefs add minced meat to them), stir-fried beef with broccoli, and General Song's chicken (sweet and sour chicken nuggets). Sautéed pork with cashew nuts — the dishes it serves remind Hopkins of the meal Kemira's father once served to them — only less spooky and extravagant.

They first drank a small cup of white fungus and red date soup, and there were only a few white fungus and a red date in the soup; Then there was the appetizing consommé, not the indiscriminate wonton soup, hot and sour soup, and egg drop soup, but chicken skin and another ingredient that Beelzebub did not recognize.

"What is this?" Beelzebub asked quietly.

"Bamboo Sun." Sasha said: "A fungus that parasitizes the roots of dead bamboo. ”

"It doesn't look like something to eat." Beelzebub pondered it carefully and said, "But the soup is delicious. ”

Then he put aside what looked like a sponge and tasted a little like a sponge (the mental, the substance had already been swallowed by him), and began to greet the small dish of flavor, which was as peculiar in shape as it tasted, and he ate the ears of pigs and the tongues of ducks. the stomach of a cow and the paws of a chicken; Then there is the fried prawns, which are exceptionally tender and served with a small bowl of red vinegar; stewed chicken, a whole roast duck and sauce, shallots, steamed cakes; a jar of lamb turnips; a whole fish the length of his arm; And so on and so forth...... And the roast suckling pig he has longed for for a long time.

"They actually kept its head and tail." Beelzebub said with emotion.

"How many pounds are there?"

"Fifteen pounds." Sasha said.

"Anything else?"

"There are also cookies, fried rice, noodle soup and fruit." Sasha looked at the menu in his hand.

It was a young girl who served them cookies, and her expression suddenly became very subtle when she saw Sasha.

"You know?" Beelzebub asked.

"One side." Sasha said that simply skipping the time, place and reason for the meeting — she was the girl who was almost raped by the seniors after the dance that day — and put yourself in the shoes of the person who didn't deserve to be widely circulated. It was not honorable, and the victim was not at fault, but she certainly wanted to forget about it as soon as possible: "She's in the same grade as us. ”

The biscuits were fermented, empty, coated in a thin layer of syrup, sprinkled with white and black sesame seeds, the size of a plate.

"Oh, I know who she is." Beelzebub said, "You are the object of your hero's salvation of beauty." ”

"I wasn't the first to rush up." Sasha didn't tell Beelzebub about it. But Beelzebub apparently had its own intelligence channels.

"Did the girl I've dated mention — she asked me to invite you on your behalf, and want to dance the night away surrounded by a dozen girls? Boy? ”

"I don't like to dance." Sasha said coldly. Since beating left Poseidon Island, Beelzebub. Another exuberant * in Bisandi's body is exposed as naked/naked as his appetite - he likes girls. Dancing with them, talking sweet things, buying them gifts, doing intimate and comfortable things with a girl in the Western Continent, he doesn't have to worry about her father and brother being stuck in bed with shotguns, just remember to take precautions and not get into any big trouble.

When he was in Grande, he would sneak out of the room for a few hours in the middle of the night for almost two or three days. There is no fixed object, thanks to Chegalle. Bisandi. The body of the Alien is extremely resistant to various diseases.

Beelzebub hoped to be his friend's brother-in-law in the future, but he, like most men, had no sense of morality in this regard. He had even instigated Sasha to try that Miss Marcia.

"She can smitten Douglas," said the fifteen-year-old boy in all seriousness, "showing that there must be something remarkable about her, and since we can't see it on the outside, we can only look on the inside." ”

Sasha confirms that he is impulsive, but he thinks that the reason why he still holds a zero record is Beelzebub. Bisandi - to be precise, he was upset by this bastard.

"Don't tell me you really plan to spend the rest of your life with Lila."

"How is that possible?" Sasha served himself a plate of fried rice, "Don't you want me to marry a girl from Poseidon Island?" ”

"Yes, preferably my wife's sister or sister," Beelzebub said, "but what about these years?" You are like a fifth-century ascetic. ”

"Maybe it's because I'm too busy," Sasha said, "after all, during the four years of Grande, I had to be busy not only doing my own schoolwork, but also watching another person all the time." ”

The other person, who was always watching, brought the rest of the fried rice to himself without shame: "I am only afraid that one day, you will come up to me and solemnly tell me that you are in love with someone, and you are ready to dedicate the last fifty years of your life to her and to you and her children." ”

"You should stay away from the girls at the right time," Sasha said with disgust, "you've been affected enough." ”

“…… Do we have a little bit of this dessert? Beelzebub changed the subject: "What is this, jelly?" ”。

"Bird's nest chrysanthemum cold cake." Sasha picked up the small label that stood on the plate.

Restaurant hostesses in the Western Continent often "secretly" give a little extra gift to their regulars in order to win the favor and ...... of the guests Tipping, the owner of the restaurant is tolerant of this, because it will surprise and delight the guests, and it will also allow the hostess, who can only receive the minimum basic salary, to work better without much expenditure from the employer, but they can usually only give away small plates of fruit or biscuits, and expensive snacks like this may be discounted, but it will never be free.

He flipped through the label, and sure enough, he found the handwritten "Thank you!" on the back. It's a gift! ”。 The girl's handwriting is not good-looking, and it is a little crooked.

***

When Beelzebub and Sasha left, even the chef and the boss came out to say goodbye, after all, it is not every day that two people enjoy a whole table of noodles - the boss also specially gave two bottles of hawthorn tangerine peel water.

On the way back, there were no more demonstrators. The cages were dismantled, and the garbage was taken away, except for the gray stone bricks, which left a faint red mark indicating that they had been there, and Sasha remembered that when they passed, several of the people who had drawn the fetus were lying down, and the oil-based pens on their bodies did not dry fast enough, leaving their scattered little hands, feet, and heads on the ground, and Beelzebub looked down there for a moment.

"When are you going to go to medical school?" He asked, "Three years, or four years?" Sasha had already earned all the university credits he could at Grande, and he was able to graduate from the comprehensive college in two-and-a-half to three years without much effort, and then go on to study at the medical school in Manchester.

"Four years," Sasha said, "doesn't mean anything to me a year early." ”

"I've heard a not-so-good rumor."

"Tell me?"

"New students at Manchester Medical School are 'invited' to participate in some of the most secretive experiments – for example...... Cloning experiments, they don't just clone mice, rabbits, sheep...... There are also people. ”

(To be continued) (To be continued)

ps: This is yesterday's ha-a a little modified, so it's late, there's another chapter tonight.