After the soup was ready, Old Phil didn't even ask, and brought a bowl of strange soup directly to Barritt, "What is the matter with your visit, Stinky Cat?" I don't remember asking my nephew to look for you. "The town has been quiet lately, and butterflies and bees have returned to their nests. It was a couple of bear kids sneaking into my house and I broke their heads with tomatoes. Blood was everywhere, and of course, it could be tomato juice. ”

After that, he filled himself another bowl of soup, cut a few slices of air-dried whole wheat bread, and sat down opposite Barrett, "Hurry up and drink, catch the butterfly cat, many of these things are specially added for you, especially the 'hourglass' part." He pointed with his spoon to the black cat lying in the middle of the table, taking a nap.

Barrett looked at the colorful 'ingredients' floating in the milky white soup, reached out and patted his stomach, and smiled politely refused, "That, in fact, I was already full before I came, and I was very full! I'm sure it must have tasted good, just ......"

"Soup, what soup?" Old Phil was a little puzzled, "Who gave you soup?"

"Isn't this soup?" Barrett looked at the wooden bowl in front of him with abstract patterns.

"Oh, that one of yours is not soup, this one of mine is soup. Old Phil took a sip of the liquid from his bowl, smacked his lips a few times, and muttered to himself, "It's a little light, why is this happening?" The old man frowned, thinking in distress.

It's just that the salt is too much, so why don't you add some more? Barrett resisted the urge to shout this sentence.

"Isn't the thing in your bowl different? not all from the same pot?" he asked.

Although Barrett knew that the old man in front of him was not very nervous, and it was likely that he had just said a meaningless nonsense, he always inevitably wanted to seek a strange answer under the strange logic.

"It's true that it's in the same pot, but it's soup ...... in front of me," the old man said slowly, "and it's a potion in front of you." ”

"Potion?" Barrett was completely confused, "Why should I drink potion? I'm fine." After so many days of restful rest and beneficial exercise, he really felt that he was in quite good shape, and it would be no problem to go to the negative energy plane for another one or two months.

"This bowl of 'potion' is meant to protect you from the butterfly's scales. "There's a butterfly that notices you, and it's been staring at you with its big eyes, so be careful!"

Is this some strange babbling for no apparent reason? To be honest, Barrett didn't understand it too much.

It's better to hurry up and get your things off and leave. He took the jar of air-dried little devil heart from the spatial ring, placed it on the dining table, and pushed it towards Old Phil.

At that moment, the black cat 'Hourglass' awoke from its lazy nap, turned its head to look at the heart of the jar, looked up at the barrett, and then got up and approached, and with its paws it played with the ceramic jar in front of it.

"This is my gift to ......," Barrett didn't know who to give it to. Cats, or people, "...... for you"

"Hope?"

"Gifts!"

Old Phil pursed his lips and got up and muttered to himself, "I'm looking forward to this 'hope', and no one has given me this thing since I was three years old." ”

He lifted the jar and looked inside, "Oh, it's not 'hope', but it's a good gift, and the 'hourglass' must be happy, it's been a long time since it's been a long time......! , forget it, it's been a long time anyway. Old Phil licked the fork of the bread in his hand, and reached into the jar, pulling out a small, dark brown air-dried heart.

"You can only eat one a day!" said Old Phil, putting his heart in front of the black cat, and solemnly admonished, "After eating it all, there will be no more, unless we ask our kind cat to catch some more." ”

"These things were just things I happened to get when I took the risk, not my own hands. Barrett felt that the verb was a little strange, but then again, the old man's sentence was not strange.

The black cat lay on the dining table, its two front paws wrapped around the dried little devil's heart, tilted its head and bit it like eating dried fish, and made a pleasant 'purr' sound like an ordinary cat.

"I hope that one day when it eats my face, I will be as happy as I am now. Old Phil sighed inexplicably. He subconsciously licked the fork in his hand again, and the whole person trembled violently a few times.

But before Barrett could react, the nearly 100-year-old man sat back in his chair casually as if nothing had happened, and continued to drink the "thick soup" in front of him.

"Drink it, it's cold and ...... , it's not hot. Phil Sr. said.

Isn't this nonsense?

"Trust me, you have to drink it up, it's good for you. The old man's expression became more solemn, "When you go to the butterfly's territory one day, the surrounding space will be full of butterfly scales, which will ensure that you are safe and sound under the scales." ”

"Maybe I won't go?" Barrett tentatively scooped up a spoonful of thick soup and put it under his nose and sniffed it, "Is there any potion that will make the elves feel good about me, I'm going to the elves' territory in a while." ”

"Elf, what is an elf?" asked Old Phil curiously.

"It's the kind of ...... with long ears"

"Rabbit?"

“...... ，...... Right. ”

"Rabbits are nothing to be afraid of and won't hurt us. But butterflies can!" Old Phil motioned to Barry to drink again, "do you want me to sing for you to drink?" ”

He put down the dishes and thought thoughtfully, "Those songs praise the great trout, and some promote the love of tomatoes and potatoes, oh, this song is a bit nasty, but you and I are adults, so there is nothing wrong with it." One of my favorite ballads is the story of a winter melon named Brandon who finally drinks beer despite all odds. It's just that I don't know why it wants beer so much, can't it be milk? But the tune of this song is still very beautiful. Old Phil hummed with gusto.

So Barrett began to drink the strange soup in the wooden bowl in front of him, and he drank it quite quickly, sip after sip, and even broke out in a hot sweat.

......