Boston is still buzzing.

Last night's red moon didn't have the slightest impact on people.

The long time has long made people accustomed to staying at home on the night of the red moon and continuing their lives the next morning.

He covered himself with his clothes and went to the Boston farmers' market.

There are farmers from surrounding towns and villages, stockpiles of fresh ingredients, and itinerant vendors like the burrito stalls on New Orleans Street.

Zhang Huaisheng bought some fresh ingredients and returned to Iris Street.

He was going to attend another transcendental gathering tonight, and talk to the organizer of the rally, the appraiser of Guaranteed Sequence 6, about buying the Siren's hair.

When he returned to the villa on Iris Street, Lao Maitou was not at home again.

Zhang Huaisheng threw Xiao Hei on the sofa, tore the chicken breasts he bought one by one, and put them on a dinner plate.

He untied Blackie, and Blackie immediately slipped under the sofa.

Zhang Huaisheng pushed the dinner plate under the sofa, then stopped paying attention to him, and went to the kitchen to wash the vegetables by himself.

He plans to make a potato stew of lamb at noon and a few pork pies.

In the busy time, Zhang Huaisheng could feel the back behind him, and occasionally swept away with his afterglow, and he could also see Xiao Hei lowering his body and making a move.

But as soon as he looked over, it immediately stopped moving, and licked its fur in disguise.

"It's so fragrant, Zhang, you actually know how to cook?"

Lao Maitou's face was full of surprise, although he didn't care much about appetite and often filled his stomach with canned food, it didn't mean that he didn't want to eat some good food.

"Only a little."

Zhang Huaisheng said, took down the iron pot on the coal stove, and poured the potato stew and lamb into the dinner plate.

"Let's try it, there's no gas here, and I don't know if the heat is in place, but it should be cooked."

"Whew, it tastes great."

McCarney tasted it, and his face was pleasantly surprised.

"Don't be in a hurry to eat it yet, there are still baked pies in the pot, I don't know if it's because it's not castrated, the pork in the United States tastes a little strange."

Zhang Huaisheng came to the living room, bowed down, and pulled out a clean dinner plate from under the sofa, which was originally used to hold chicken breasts.

McCarney was surprised, "Where did you get such a cat?" ”

"Heh, nice way to stay human. Did things go well last night? ”

Zhang Huaisheng nodded: "Everything went well, I successfully collected the cobweb extract of the Hell Demon Spider, but it's a pity..."

Zhang Huaisheng told McCarney about last night's experience in full.

"Sounds like this little guy was an animal companion that your hunter friend had for himself."

"Animal companions?"

"Hunter's Sequence 7 Hawkeye, and after being promoted to Sequence 6, it is called "Animal Heart", and some people call them Animal Friends. ”

"Hunters at this stage have the ability to transform into various beasts, and they can also control many beasts to serve themselves, such as borrowing birds and rats as eyes and ears to carry out long-distance sniping."

"In our Gaelic language, they are often called druids."

Zhang Huaisheng suddenly said: "I thought Xiao Hei had secretly drunk a potion." ”

Then I felt a little funny: "Smith actually plans to train a cat to be an animal companion, and I don't know what to say about him." ”

"Should I say, do you deserve to be a senior cat slave?"

"Even eagles, snakes, and crocodiles are tamed, not to mention cats, this is nothing unusual, not to mention, black cats are naturally very spiritual."

McCartney tried to reach out to tease Blackie, and was immediately greeted with a "ha" from him.

He withdrew his hand stupidly: "Look at its bad temper, Zhang, don't you want to leave it with me, it will tear down my home." ”

Zhang Huaisheng's face froze: "How much do you have to help, I still have something to do this afternoon, I'm afraid I really have to ask you to take care of him." Can you, a powerful transcendent in Sequence 7, still be able to put a cat on the table? ”

Lao Maitou looked helpless: "Only this once, not an example." ”

"Thank you."

Zhang Huaisheng smiled.

…

At night, Zhang Huaisheng sat in the room, took out a pen and paper, and wrote the settings of "dictator" on it.

In the evening, he went to the Transcendental Gathering, bought some auxiliary materials, and at the end of the gathering, he found the appraiser, the head of the Controller's Club, and posted his request.

Although mermaids are rare, their hair can still be preserved for a long time, and it is not certain who will have it in stock and can get it as soon as possible.

He doesn't plan to play the dictatorship for the time being, but he can set it up in advance.

Little Black squatted in the corner, his white paws seemed to be wearing gloves,

This night, Zhang Huaisheng stayed up late.

And the weirdness of Iris Street never appeared again... Everything followed Louis XVI, dust to dust, dust to dust.

When Zhang Huaisheng stopped writing, the window was already white.