In the mirror opposite me, the little ghost Zhushi stretched out his hand and picked up a pair of chopsticks on the table to eat the dumplings wrapped in willow leaves, beef and leeks.

At the same time, on this side of the mirror, my hand involuntarily stretched out, followed the movement of Zhu Shi, took chopsticks, clamped the dumplings, and put them in my mouth to chew.

Strange to say, when that dumpling was put in my mouth, I chewed wax and didn't taste the sweetness of the dumpling at all.

But in stark contrast to me, the bamboo poem in the red dress and white dress in the mirror, her face was very happy, she tasted it carefully, and the innocent smile of the little girl leaked from her face, as if she liked the taste of the dumplings very much, and her whole body trembled when she swallowed it, as if she was intoxicated with this delicious taste that made her unable to extricate herself.

Impatiently, Zhu Shi stretched out his chopsticks again, took another dumpling in the bowl, put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

At this time, the little girl seemed very elated, and it was the first time I saw this little ghost who was once full of resentment, and he would smile brightly like the usual little girls.

And this kind of beautiful smile may be the first time in hundreds of years that bamboo poetry has been encountered......

Two dumplings and a bowl, so Zhu Shi only enjoyed the food in front of her in an instant, and then drank some soup.

After the bowl was empty, when she stretched out her chopsticks to continue eating, but found that the bowl was empty, a layer of loss quickly hung on her little face.

So, Xiao Zhushi put down the chopsticks in his hand, inspected the tabletop, and then looked at the next bowl.

On the side of the dumpling bowl, there was a bowl with wine, looking at this bowl of wine, Xiao Zhushi frowned, and then carefully picked up the wine bowl, put it to his mouth, stretched out his little tongue and sipped it.

After that, Xiao Zhushi's face was even more smug and surprised, and she looked around, as if she had made sure that no one was there, and then drank the wine in the bowl.

While Xiao Zhushi was drying wine, my hand also picked up the wine bowl with the scene in the mirror, and then drank it all with the movement of Zhushi.

Strange to say, I don't know if it's my heart or some other factor, when I drank those wines, I didn't feel any taste of wine in my throat, and those drinks that smelled a little irritating in my nose came to my mouth, just like the previous dumplings, only the feeling of chewing wax and drinking water.

Although I don't know why it became like this, I didn't think or struggle with anything according to Zhao Haipeng's meaning, so at this time I just followed the movements of Zhu Shi and did it numbly.

In this way, Zhu Shi drank the bowl of wine, lowered her head again, picked up the chopsticks and picked up another bowl of dumplings to eat, and then the girl picked up the next bowl and drank the wine inside......

Zhu Shi's movements were repeated repeatedly, until the last bowl, the little girl was proud of the spring breeze, full of sweet meals, her cheeks were slightly red, and she had already shown seven or eight points of drunkenness.

At this moment, the little girl finished eating the last bowl of dumplings, she put down the bowl in her hand, and finally picked up the last empty bowl prepared by Zhao Haipeng.

That bowl was the last thing Zhao Haipeng prepared, and there was nothing in the bowl that made me very puzzled, but in the next moment, Zhao Haipeng quickly explained the meaning of this for me with practical actions.

Just as Zhu Shi in the mirror put down the chopsticks on the last dumpling bowl, Zhao Haipeng, who was hiding under the table, also quickly stretched out his hand and introduced a strange-tasting liquid into the empty bowl.

Those liquids should be the oil and vinegar wine mixture that Zhao Haipeng mixed earlier, which several strange tastes together, as soon as they were poured out, I couldn't stand it very much, and it was no wonder that Zhao Haipeng put the bowl of liquid into the bowl at the last moment.

When Zhao Haipeng quietly filled the bowl just now, I was holding hands by the ghost, and I followed the steps of the bamboo poem in the mirror, stretched out my hand, and picked up the bowl of liquid.

Then, Zhushi, who was drunk and hazy-eyed, took the bowl, smiled and put her mouth on the side of the bowl and sniffed it.

Maybe it was because the liquid in the bowl tasted too strong, Zhu Shi frowned after smelling it, and then stared at the bowl with some suspicion on his face, looked and looked, but didn't drink it.

From Zhu Shihu's suspicious expression, I could see that this girl was very puzzled by the contents of this bowl, as if she didn't think that this bowl was not a bowl of wine, but some miscellaneous muddy soup, and it seemed that she sensed that there was something different in that bowl, and it would be very bad for her to drink it.

With such an expression, Zhu Shi hesitated for a while, and then the little girl suddenly came back again...... Smiled.

It seems that the effect of alcohol has made Zhu Shi relax the most basic thinking ability, and it seems that Zhu Shi has lost the last vigilance in the full season, in short, this little girl suddenly does not have any doubts about the things in her hand.

After that, the little ghost pursed his lips, held the bowl in both hands, and drank the big bowl of things "Gu Dong Gu Dong" completely.

At the same time that the bowl of turbid liquid in Zhushi's hand entered my stomach, the bowl in my hand was also wiped out, and after that, I watched the little ghost head put down the bowl, with a satisfied smile, crawled on the table, put his head on his hands, and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhu Shi fell asleep drunk, but I ...... on this side of the mirror But he didn't follow her pretentiousness, and he didn't sleep.

At this moment, I was stunned to find that with Zhao Haipeng's bowl of mixed liquid as the dividing point, the original appearance of what Zhu Shi was doing and what I was doing was completely over, and Zhu Shi's sleep in the mirror did not affect my movements at all......

In confusion, Zhao Haipeng got out of the table, and then he looked in the mirror before he spoke to me: "It turns out that your little ghost looks like this, it's very cute, you really like girls." ”

Listening to Zhao Haipeng's ridicule, recalling the previous appearance of Zhu Shi covered in knife wounds and bleeding, I smiled bitterly.

Then I said: "Brother Zhao, you haven't seen her look like when she was crazy, if you did, you wouldn't think so." ”

With my words, Zhao Haipeng smiled, and then said to me: "I just drunk this little ghost with chicken blood wine and made her temporarily anesthetized, and we have an hour to work now." ”

"Chicken blood wine, you put chicken blood in it?" I wondered.

"That's right. Lao Zhao said: "If the ghost encounters chicken blood, it will retreat, I use so many condiments, and I also poured wine on this little girl, just to cover up the taste of chicken blood." ”

"That's not the point, the question is where did you get the chicken blood?!"

"This ......," Zhao Haipeng said embarrassedly: "Naturally, it belongs to our chicken master." ”

Looking at Zhao Haipeng's embarrassed appearance, I suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Master Ji.