There is a very simple stove in the kitchen, sitting in front of the stove door and handing the fire, Lao Zhu is boiling soup while outflanking his hands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Sang and Zhao Huan sat in the courtyard, naturally they were not so big as to ignore the crooks at all, they sat and looked at the flowers in the yard, while paying attention to the kitchen.

Bend-bend doesn't burn the fire, and hands small wooden sticks into the stove one by one. Lao Zhu taught her: "Bend, you can put more firewood in at a time, it's okay." ”

"Oh!" Wanwan picked up a handful of wooden sticks and put them in, "Uncle Zhu, is the person who taught you to cook the same as you?" ”

"How can it be the same?" Lao Zhu felt that the package was almost done, scooped up the soup in the pot for later use, and then added water, ready to boil his hands.

"It's all good for people." Wanwan thought about it for a long time before he came up with this sentence.

"He's not, he's a weird boy." Lao Zhu leaned on the stove, his fat hand held the spatula, thought for a while, and continued, "He doesn't like people, and he can't cook for people to eat." I learned the art of cooking for the living. ”

"But why don't you hate me when you've lived with him for so long?" Bend asked him.

Lao Zhu stuffed a wooden stick into the stove, and he didn't stuff the firewood anymore, and used tongs to pull the firewood from time to time.

"It's different, because I'm not human, so I don't hate people, maybe that's it." Lao Zhu saw that the water was boiling, and threw his hand into it, "That kid is a human being, so he hates people very much." ”

"Why?" Wanwan didn't actually understand.

"Because you know people very well, or because you are born as a human being, but all your suffering is caused by people, you will hate yourself and people very much." Lao Zhu smiled, "You are so embarrassed, you must not learn from him, many people are very kind." ”

"Do you think so?" Looking at the people behind the water vapor, he didn't understand it even more.

"I wish there were a lot of kind people."

The copying hands floated up, each one was chubby, Lao Zhu waited for a while, put the copying hands in the bowl, added the fresh soup that had just been boiled, and it was ready to eat!

"Wow, it's very fragrant!" Bai Sang walked into the kitchen, Lao Zhu asked him to carry a bowl by himself, and he could sit wherever he wanted, Bai Sang hurriedly called Zhao Huan to come and eat too.

"Bend, yours have to be recooked!" Lao Zhu changed the water again and cooked it for Wanwan again.

"Why don't you eat at the table?" Bending to ask, holding the sea bowl, squatting under the eaves and starting to eat Bai Sang and Zhao Huan.

"Hey, hey!" Lao Zhu told her, "Back then, I was a copyist who learned from an old lady in Shu, and they were all like this." ”

"It's weird!"

"It's okay." Lao Zhu said, "Because I eat things in one place, I can learn the way to eat in that place, and I can pretend to go to that place!" ”

"The kid who taught you how to cook, why did you do that?" Bai Sang carried the bowl in one hand and dragged a small stool in the other, and sat down next to the bend.

"Huh!" Lao Zhu sighed and glanced at the water in the pot, this time the water was well water in the world, and it boiled very slowly. He leaned lightly on the stove, thought about it, and said:

"Who knows? A person who is originally very kind, but if he says it is bad, it is bad.

"That kid has been nesting in the mountains all along, cooking for lonely ghosts, taking care of flowers and plants in his spare time, and living a good life.

"But once when he came back from the human market, he said that he wanted to study a new dish, and I just said that he was going to make something different, and who knew that he actually took a death row prisoner back, and then locked the prisoner in the basement, and he tossed and turned every day in the small kitchen where he was researching new dishes.

"I'll help him cook for the souls of the dead, and bring food to the prisoners by the way.

"The prisoner's spirit is getting worse day by day, and I thought he was locked up in the basement, so he was not in good spirits.

"It wasn't until noon that day that the boy happily rushed out of the kitchen and told me that he had made a new dish and told me to try it.

"I said that there was another revenant whose meal was not ready, and that I would eat it before I ate it, and then I told him to bring lunch to the prisoner.

"Who expected him to say that he didn't need to send it, just a dead man.

"It's a shame to say, although I'm a demon, I'm a vegetarian demon! You've never seen a pig eating meat, have you? I had never committed murder, and when I heard him say that, I knew what was going on, and I asked him why he wanted to kill. Lao Zhu cooked the crooked hand, gave her a good seasoning, and served it to her, "Don't be hot, don't be afraid." ”

Bend to take it, hook your head and eat in small bites.

"And what did he say?" Zhao Huan squatted on the threshold at some point.

"He said he would kill if he wanted to, and he was going to die." Lao Zhu asked Bai Sang and Wanwan to sit aside, and dug out a few potatoes from the stove by himself, he quickly peeled the potatoes that had been baked, chopped them with a few knives, mixed them with wild onions, poured soy sauce, vinegar, and chili peppers, made a big bowl, and ate them himself.

"You ...... him because of this" Zhao Huan didn't ask.

"It's not!" Lao Zhu shook his head, turned his head and said, "Little girl, I don't avoid you, the prisoner will die if he dies." But later, he began to collect people's souls, and told the spirits of the dead who came to eat this method. Lao Zhu swallowed the food in his mouth, "Things have become out of control, I can only kill him, and then destroy the method that flows out, and kill all the ghosts who know this method." Speaking of this, Lao Zhu's expression distorted and did not continue.

Wanwan kept hooking her head to eat and steal her hands, and she didn't know if she heard it or not.

"I'm afraid it's more than that, right?" Zhao Huan smiled and asked, "According to what you said, it has already caused many deaths, so you killed people and destroyed Fangzi, you are a demon, you have such a great ability?" ”

"Of course not!" Old Zhu Heihong's face flushed, "There are more and more goblin restaurants that take people's souls to cook, and there are fewer and fewer souls to go to the underworld, and the souls of people who are about to run out of life are the best." The river lord found out about it. ”

Bai Sang raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"The river lord came here and took the strange boy away." Lao Zhu quickly finished eating the potatoes, and Bai Sang also finished eating, and asked him where the bowl was.

Lao Zhu took the bowl, put it on the stove casually, and continued: "When I found him, he was playing chess with the river master, and I killed him in front of the river master. ”

"Hey!" Bai Sang snorted lightly and muttered, "It's quite capable." ”

"How can a soul cook?" Zhao Huan put the bowl down and asked him.

"Actually, I don't know, it's just that you were also a human being, and you know the common saying that humans often say where to eat and where to make up?" Lao Zhu looked at him and nodded, and continued, "It's useless to think about the soul in the future, and eating it is also a waste of killing, but those demons and ghosts firmly believe that if they eat the soul, they can quickly cultivate into a human body." ”

"But...... You still haven't said anything about the soul. Bai Sang looked at him.

"I don't know." Lao Zhu smiled awkwardly.

Wanwan also ate well, handed him the bowl, Lao Zhu boiled water to wash the dishes, told them to go out and stand up, blow the wind, the kitchen was very stuffy.

"What do you think?" Out of the kitchen, Bai Sang asked Wanwan.

"See what?" Bending and bending.

"You didn't listen?" Zhao Huan chuckled.

"It's delicious." Wanwan nodded and said, "The shadow behind Uncle Zhu is slowly fading!" ”

When Bai Sang and Zhao Huan heard this, they each thought about it, and they quieted down for a while. It was already dark, and the mountain breeze was quite strong and cool.

"Brother, is autumn coming?" Wanwan sniffed the flowers, looked up and asked Bai Sang.

"It's almost white!" Zhao Huan replied.