This aunt usually doesn't talk much, has a plump body, looks very good-tempered, and has a lot of strength.

Although she is a taciturn character, no matter which player she is, she has never seen such a calm, blank expression that seems to have no trace of waves.

In short, she took the dishes and sent them to Lao Li's family first.

The ceramic dishes on the wooden plates were taken out and placed in front of several people one by one.

Those are all common dishes in some tofu rice, which should have been prepared a long time ago, so that at this time, the food is cold and there is no heat at all - of course, it is difficult to smell the cold food, not to mention that they are so far away, even if they can't smell any aroma, it is a normal thing.

But Yuan Yuxue's sense of smell is different from that of a human, as long as there is still a little bit of taste left in the food, even if it is very slight, it can be captured by his sense of smell.

But at this time, he didn't smell anything either.

It's as if the dishes that are still very tender even though they have cooled down are carefully made models.

What refuted this thought was the actions of the villagers next.

After the food was ready, they picked up the dishes and chopsticks in a very uniform manner, and then began to pick up the dishes.

No one spoke, and only the faint sound of chewing could be heard in the silent night sky.

The voice was ...... Weird. If they hadn't seen the villagers eating, they would probably have thought that the loud chewing sound was coming from the mouth of some kind of prey beast that had started to eat.

Their movements are also very consistent, first picking up a small stir-fried green vegetable, and then eating large pork ribs colored with soy sauce.

After eating a piece of ribs, he went to stir-fry the meat with lotus root slices, and then he moved very consistently, swallowing the rice in his hand.

It's just that the sound of their chewing, like they are eating some heavy food, squirts in the night sky.

After a while, those side dishes were eaten for seven or eight minutes, and the aunt who stir-fried them came out with the plate again.

This time, what she was holding in her hand was bowls of tender tofu soup.

The reason why Bai Shi is called tofu rice is also a tradition.

Usually the last dish of the funeral banquet is tofu soup, after eating this tofu soup, it means the end of the meal, and it also has the meaning of not being obscure and quiet after eating.

It's just that the bowl of tofu soup that is extremely tender and seems to be very tender was served on the table, but everyone never moved their chopsticks, but suddenly stood up with their eyes quite in unison, turned their heads, and stared straight at one place.

The players who were hiding their bodies were almost stared at in a cold sweat by the strange gazes that turned around from these brushes. I thought these people had discovered their whereabouts.

But soon they reacted, and the guests were not looking at them, but at the cauldron that stood beside the stall, with the firewood burning brightly and the light dazzling in the darkness.

The water in the pot seemed to be boiling to the point of overflowing, and the white mist was steaming, constantly hitting the wooden lid that covered their heads.

At this time, the players also found that the villagers who looked very strange, calm and blank like sleepwalking, finally showed a little vivid look at this time - they seemed to look at the hot water pot very expectantly, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if they couldn't help revealing a little greed in their mouths.

What are they waiting for?

It couldn't have been the pot of boiling hot water.

In the hearts of the players, a very strange feeling of discomfort suddenly appeared.

Especially looking at the huge pot, I always feel that in the next moment, the aunt who cooks will put some special "ingredients" into the pot.

Fortunately, their weird imagination didn't happen.

In the unbearable silence, the aunt came out of the kitchen of Lao Li's house again.

Of course, instead of having a man tied to her side or carrying some kind of fresh meat that was unrecognizable, she was holding a large red bucket in which the sound of fish beating could be heard.

The fish seemed to be very fresh, and the tail of the fish kept swaying and swinging, stirring up some splashes, and from time to time hitting the wall of the barrel, making a dull sound, and the aunt's hand was very steady, but the splashes of the fish still fell on her body, and her clothes were wet a lot.

Some of the splashes from the fish landed on her face and slid down the bridge of her nose, but she didn't react in any other way, not even reaching out to brush away the sticky splashes.

It wasn't until she got to the edge of the hot water pot that she suddenly dropped the bucket to the ground.

More splashes came out.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of hands that looked pale in the dim light, and plunged into the bucket, scooping out a fish.

Although it was far away, the players were able to see what the fish looked like.

It's weird.

Unlike any of the usual edible fish they had ever seen, it was nearly transparent, so that it could see the pink guts and the tender soft red of its belly.

The fish is slender and beardless, and its body is a bit like that of a catfish, but it has no eyes and no transparent color, and it is constantly struggling and swimming in the hands of women.

Auntie's hand was very steady, and she only lifted the lid of the hot water pot and threw the fish into it violently-

There was a "pop" and a splash of hot water.

The players' expressions were a little uncertain.

You must know that the aunt has also made fish for them before, although the taste is not very good, but at least it is a normal procedure, such as washing off the scales, cleaning the internal organs, and there is no such simple and rude way to throw the whole fish in.

What's even more strange is that when the fish was caught in her hand before, it was still struggling so badly, and suddenly fell into the boiling hot water, which should have beaten more violently, but when it fell into the hot water, it was silent, except for the violent sound of gurgling and splashing in the big iron pot.

There was also the sound of fish still swinging in the bucket.

With a blank face, the woman fished out a few more fish from the bucket.

The bucket did look very large, but I didn't expect the capacity inside to be even more amazing, as if it was endless, and directly grabbed more than two dozen unusually fat transparent fish from it, and threw them all into the big iron cauldron.

After finishing the fish, the aunt picked up the iron spoon that was prepared next to her and began to stir it in the cauldron.

Other than that, she didn't do anything else—like adding spices or some other ingredient to it, just stirring and turning very mechanically.

According to the boiling power of the big iron pot, I am afraid that it will not take long to cook, and the fish should be thoroughly cooked.

But at this time, the players who secretly hid their bodies still didn't smell any food.

I didn't smell the smell of the fish after it had been thoroughly cooked, or the messy smell of the internal organs.

It was as if there was still a ball of hot water in the boiling iron pot, and there was no fish or meat.

It's just that for Yuan Xuxue, who has a very keen sense of smell, he smells something...... Special taste.

…… The smell is very similar to that special and distinct smell of sesame oil.

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The smell of sesame oil is getting stronger and stronger.

In the end, not only Yuan Yuxue could smell it, but even the other players could smell the strange smell of sesame oil, as if they were in a temple, and the strange aura even made them frown slightly.

Just forced to hide their figures, they didn't speak at this time, but just made careful eye contact.

At this time, the soup in the iron pot seemed to have boiled to the extreme, and the white mist that rose rose like incense lit in a temple. In the hazy mist, the fire that burned to the extreme suddenly stopped, and the fire was extinguished at once.

The firewood piled up under the iron pot was burned to charcoal, and a little spark came out that was extinguished, and very quickly, even that little spark was extinguished.

That weird fish, it seems to have been cooked.

There were many ceramic white bowls stacked next to the aunt, and at this time, she was holding the large bowls in her hand, and the iron spoon sank to the bottom, and a lot of fish was fished out, and the soup was poured into the bowl at once.

Originally, those weird fish that were transparent except for the inside, at this time, I don't know if it was because they had been boiled for too long, and the whole fish meat was also boiled at this time, and only pieces of white fish with a little powder in it were fished up. With half a spoonful of fish soup, the woman poured it into the bowl at once.

In the bowl, a hot air floats out of the bowl, which represents an extremely hot temperature.

Through the thin wall of the bowl, the hot temperature of the fish soup should be very quickly revealed from the bowl wall, but the woman still held the hot bowl with a blank face, far beyond the heat of the human body and did not make her feel any pain. Even very quickly, the ceramic bowls were filled with fish broth, placed on large wooden plates, and the women handed them out in turn.

The fish soup was very full, but the woman's hand was so steady that she moved her steps slightly, but the soup in the bowl did not shake at all, and of course it would not spill.

The villagers, who looked extremely strange in the darkness, showed extraordinary eagerness at this time.

The original expressionless puppet-like numb look revealed a little distinct emotion at this time. Their bodies were still firmly nailed to the stool, but their necks were already raised in the air, looking at the woman who was handing out fish soup.

The neck was stretched very long, and in the dark night, it even made people feel that it was about to break off.

When the woman put the full fish soup in front of them, the villagers, who had been very consistent and neat, were unexpectedly eager and buried their faces in the fish soup, and in the darkness, only the sound of them elaborating on the soup could be heard.

The players saw that the villagers had turned the pieces of fish into pink and white, regardless of whether they had shaved or skinned the fish, and they directly scooped it up with their hands. Throw it into your mouth and start feasting.

Compared to before, the numb expression on their faces when they ate, the expression at this time can only be described as vivid and enjoyable.

With their eyes slightly closed, they swallowed the large chunks of fish with great satisfaction, and then picked up the hot ceramic bowl with their hands and drank the fish soup in one go.

The hot soup passed through the esophagus, but their expressions were close to being intoxicated.

It was so full of happiness that it almost made players think that they must be eating some extreme delicacy. However, in fact, the players still didn't smell any of the aromas of the food from the wind, instead smelling a strange smell like a faint burning candle.

…… It's weird.

With the skin of a human being, they devoured it like a wild beast, so much so that they even had a ...... It's not the weird feeling of a human being.

After eating the bowl of fish with the strong smell of incense and candles, the villagers seemed to revert to their original indifferent expressions. They sat upright in front of the table and stool, not in a hurry, and began to wait for everyone else to finish eating the fish, and then they began to pick up the bowl, chopsticks and soup spoons in unison, and scooped the bowl of fresh and tender tofu soup in unison.

The fluttering tofu is crumbled, and with the peppers drizzled on top, it looks like freshly mashed brains.

After this bowl of tofu soup is eaten, it also means that this weird tofu rice is over.

Lao Li and his wife, who were sitting at the main table, took the initiative to stand up.

In such a strange period of time, their faces were a little strangely pale and pale, except for the step of eating fish meat too quickly, and there were a little red marks of burns on his lips, which made him look a little alive.

Nearby players can also clearly hear his hoarse voice.

It was on this strange night that they heard the first human language.

"Fellows." Lao Li said, his timbre sounded no different from before, but it was inexplicably stiffer, "Thank you for helping, just ask the fellows to help and send my daughter away!" ”

The villagers stood up again in the darkness, and no one spoke.

They all seemed to have forgotten the white lanterns placed at their feet, but they were very disciplined, lined up in a line, and walked into Lao Li's house.

Lao Li's house is very dilapidated and may not have been repaired for a long time.

It's hard to imagine that such a cramped house can accommodate so many people.

But all the villagers walked in.

The last one to follow up was Lao Li's wife. She stepped into the house and slammed the door behind her, cutting off the player's view.

The wooden door was locked, and in the darkness, the sound of the broken wooden door creaking in the wind could be heard.

The players frowned.

Everything in front of them suddenly returned to calm, just like the tofu feast, boiled fish, and Lao Li's opening that they had seen before, all of which were illusions born from their long waiting.

Without the ability to use any timekeeping tools, their time perception becomes poor.