After nightfall, Jiangcheng becomes even colder.

Of course, compared to Wajima, which has a higher average latitude, it doesn't snow so early.

As Christmas approaches, the shops on the street have already decorated themselves for the holidays, and the big hotel where the little witch lives even has a Christmas tree full of shiny gifts in the lobby.

"Where are we going?"

The little witch girl followed behind Qiao Dui, full of curiosity about where she was going next.

"You'll know when you get there."

Qiao Du led her into a vegetable market surrounded by a small and dilapidated neighborhood nearby.

The little witch was waiting for her to eat and drink well on the island, and she had never been to such a noisy place with a lot of people, so she could only grab Qiao Dui's clothes to prevent her from getting lost.

"When I was younger, I loved watching people kill fish."

Passing by the aquatic area, Qiao Duan couldn't help but sigh when he saw someone buying yellow eel, and the stall owner was cleaning it up in the traditional way.

When the little witch saw the enthusiastic stall owner sticking the head of the yellow eel into a nail on a wooden board, and then cutting open the bone with a knife, she suddenly felt a chill and hurriedly leaned closer to Qiao Dui's side.

On the side, there was also a young stall owner who was killing fish while live broadcasting, who was scaling the fish, and looked at the little witch with a blue face.

"You can even deal with that kind of exotic monster, can't you see this?"

Qiao Du was curious.

Obviously, the little witch dared to fight with those wriggling flesh and blood, but she didn't dare to watch the killing of fish, which was really surprising.

"This is this, that is that, you can't generalize!"

The little witch said recklessly, seeing that Qiao Du bought the yellow eel and handed it over to the enthusiastic stall owner to deal with.

"We're going to eat this at night?"

Her eyes widened as she watched the fish wriggling like a long snake being brutally dismembered by the zealous stall owner with great skill, and decided that she could not eat anything tonight.

"Delicious."

Qiao Du said.

"That's cruel, isn't it?"

The little witch pondered the words.

It is said that the gentleman is far away from cooking, and when she eats beef by herself, she may not think about how the cattle in the slaughterhouse are slaughtered.

"Could it be that your next sentence is, even if I die and jump out of here, I won't eat a bite of this thing?"

Joe Twilight remembered the contents of some classic internet memes.

"What?"

It's Ah Xin who surfs, what does it have to do with the little witch, she didn't understand what Qiao Du meant.

"Wait, don't we eat any roast duck, xiao long bao, mapo tofu, Dongpo meat or something outside at night?"

The little witch realized it later.

"Well, we'll eat at home."

Qiao Du nodded, and took the yellow eel in a plastic bag handed over by the enthusiastic stall owner.

"Home, home!"

The little witch was frightened.

"Isn't it good to go home so soon, I haven't prepared a meeting gift, and I haven't dressed up seriously, no, no, at least let me make up my makeup."

She was a little incoherent.

Qiao Du glanced at her, not knowing what strange knowledge Ah Xin had instilled in the little witch.

After taking the little witch around the vegetable market, he returned to the downstairs of the happy apartment.

Knocking on the next door, the old woman opened it with a smile on her face.

"Ouch, why do you still buy so many vegetables, how embarrassing."

She soon saw the little witch behind Qiao Dui.

"Come, let the little girl come in quickly, I turned on the air conditioner in advance, it's cold outside now."

It's like greeting your granddaughter and letting the little witch enter the door.

"Hit, excuse me."

The little witch's face turned pale.

"Is this a direct meeting with the parents!?

She trembled and changed into the knitted slippers with simple patterns that the old woman had prepared for her.

"Sit, are you hungry, here's a snack."

The old woman was very happy, and let the little witch sit on the sofa, and there was a box of pompous moon cake gift boxes in front of the sofa that I don't know which year, which contained some nougat, shaqima and other small snacks that the elderly liked.

"Auntie, let's cook first."

Qiao Du put all the food she bought on the kitchen counter and began to help deal with it.

Seeing an old man and a young man busy in the kitchen, although the little witch had more than enough heart, she was not strong enough.

She doesn't know how to cook at all, and if she goes, it's a mess.

On TV, the local news of Jiangcheng was broadcast, and the cultural exchange summit was mentioned, and in the external publicity, the cultural exchange summit included many projects such as art exhibitions, film festivals, seminars, etc.

The little witch thought about it and could only pour water for the two of them.

However, she didn't find the water dispenser, and in the knowledge she had learned before, the water in the faucet here couldn't be drunk directly, and she didn't find the kettle, and when she scratched her ears and cheeks, Qiao Dui noticed this.

"What are you looking for?"

"Uh, that, water."

The little witch is like a cat that has been caught, and her hands are at a loss to play with her cuffs.

"Here."

Qiao Du pointed to the printed thermos next to the coffee table.

The little witch saw this for the first time in her life, and she was a little unskilled in opening the lid and pulling out the cork.

"Magical."

She couldn't help but sigh.

The coffee table in the living room was quickly filled with dishes.

Shredded eel, braised pork, stewed pumpkin, stir-fried vegetables, and kelp pork rib soup are all home-cooked dishes.

"I—I can't eat that much."

The little witch watched as the old woman filled her bowl with a large spoonful of rice, and then flattened it with a rice spoon, and then brought another big spoonful.

"When young people grow up, they should eat more."

The old woman did not give up.

The little witch took the bowl and her hand couldn't help but fall down.

Heavy.

She either eats with other shrine maidens at the shrine or by herself, and hardly eats at home, so she seems a little unaccustomed to it now.

The little witch watched as Qiao Du picked up the eel that she had said she would never eat, and put it in her mouth.

"Here, eat more meat."

When the old woman saw this, she thought that the little witch was too shy to pick up the vegetables by herself, so she sandwiched a handful of eel silk for her.

The little witch looked at the eel silk stained with sauce and exuding an enticing fragrance, swallowed her saliva, and remembered the appearance of the eel wriggling like a snake in the water, and recalled the skillful and cruel methods of the enthusiastic stall owner when he killed the fish.

After some struggle, under the gaze of the old woman, she ate a bite of eel.

"It's delicious."

The old woman is a native of Jiangcheng, and her craftsmanship is an authentic old Jiangcheng style, and she likes thick oil red sauce, which is somewhat similar to the ones that the little witch usually eats, especially with a little salty and sweet, which is very delicious.

"Can you put on that again?"

Seeing this, Qiao Duan hurriedly asked.

"What?"

The little witch doesn't know why.

"It smells so good."

Qiao Du helped to answer.

"Is it delicious?"

The old woman interrupted Qiao Dui's stalk and imp behavior.

"Delicious!"

The little witch nodded immediately.

"Then eat a little more, don't worry, it's still on the plate."

The old woman gave the little witch another chopsticks and eel.

(End of chapter)