Weird Talker

Chapter 53: Different Perspectives
"what happened?"

Seeing Liang Yue looking like she was about to vomit, the proprietress asked suspiciously.

There was nothing unusual about her expression, and she could even be called sincere.

But it's this weird feeling that is actually creepy.

"The taste of the soup...is there something wrong?"

The proprietress picked up the spoon and filled a bowl of chicken soup in the earthen pot. The milky white chicken soup exudes a strong fragrance, which is indeed very attractive.

But Qin Manjiang and the others clearly saw... She pushed the pale palm away with a spoon.

A strange atmosphere enveloped several people, and the proprietress turned a blind eye. She picked up the bowl and blew lightly a few times.

"call……"

Several people watched her put the bowl to her mouth and took a sip.

"Gollum—"

Her Adam's apple twitched and she swallowed.

"Ouch..." If it was just a corpse, Liang Yue wouldn't have such a reaction, but...this is soup stewed by human hands!
"No problem?" The proprietress put down the bowl and looked at Liang Yue who had the most violent reaction.

"Little girl, are you not feeling well?"

Liang Yue waved her hands again and again, and was about to speak, but Chen Yu said a step ahead: "The fog is too heavy, she may have caught cold, lady boss, can you prepare some ginger water?"

The proprietress felt relieved, and looked at Liang Yue worriedly: "Okay, don't relax in the early stages of a cold, I'm going to make a bowl of ginger water right now."

"No..." Liang Yue didn't want any ginger water. The chicken soup was stewed by hand, who knew what she used to boil the ginger water!

However, Chen Yu secretly pinched her and signaled her not to speak.

The proprietress put down the bowl, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned her head and said with a smile:
"Everyone, eat quickly."

"There are not many chickens on the island, I will be angry if I don't eat them all~"

This sentence sounds like nothing wrong, but... Looking at the palm in the crock, the expressions of several people are not natural.

After the proprietress left, the rich second-generation son Wang Wanwan was the first to say:
"Where did that crazy woman get the palm stew?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, and Youyu was still holding his notebook and writing and drawing, he yelled annoyedly: "They are all pretending to be deaf and dumb, right? Let's wait for death together!"

It was Yan Xiao. As a doctor, he sat down frowning, picked up the spoon that the proprietress had used just now, and picked up another bowl.

"Hey, you don't really want to drink this stuff, do you?"

Wang Wanwan leaned a little away from him.

But Yan Xiao scooped the chicken soup into a bowl, smelled it carefully, and looked up at everyone: "This is indeed chicken soup."

Everyone was not stupid, and immediately understood what he meant when they heard the words.

The unique aroma of chicken soup is indeed not something that can be stewed by other ingredients, but what everyone sees is clearly a palm...

"Have our eyes been tampered with?"

Wang Wanwan muttered, he took off his sunglasses, moved closer to the earthen jar for a closer look, and still couldn't help retching.

"No matter how you look at it, it's real, it can't be an illusion!"

"Do you think the proprietress looks suspicious?" Chen Yu asked.

"suspicious!"

"normal!"

Wang Wanwan and Liang Yue gave two completely different feelings.

"Where is Mr. Qin? What do you think?" Chen Yu suddenly turned to look at Qin Manjiang who had been silent all this time.

Qin Manjiang didn't expect that she would suddenly mention himself, so he said: "I was just thinking, I met a person on the street carrying a crock pot of chicken soup back home, the same crock pot, the same chicken soup, the same Scent, this shouldn't be a coincidence."

The incident he mentioned reminded Chen Yu and Yan Xiao who were present at the time. Yes, there was indeed such a thing, and everyone was asked to make way.

"His crock pot of chicken soup has not been opened. If there is a palm inside, then the problem is either with us or with the aborigines." Chen Yu expressed his judgment.

Everyone smelled chicken soup and looked at palms, but the aborigines thought it was chicken soup made from a chicken.

But what if it was a real palm?

"It's also possible that all the living things on this island have more or less been affected by their senses." Qin Manjiang added.

His words made people shudder.

If the senses of the people on the entire island are affected, they always think that what they use to stew soup is chicken, and what they stew is chicken soup...

What if those aren't chicken?

Thinking about it carefully, it is chilling.

"Then... shall we eat... or not..."

Liang Yue's face was so pale that she couldn't help but stare at the crock pot of chicken soup and eat it.

"There should be other dishes. It's not like all the dishes are made by hand."

As soon as Liang Yue's self-comforting words fell, she heard the voice of the proprietress again:

"What manpower?"

The proprietress came over with the dishes.

Stir-fried pork liver, spicy diced rabbit, braised pork...

"Old lady boss, what kind of meat are these?"

The proprietress looked at Liang Yue strangely: "Little girl, this is pork liver, this is rabbit meat, this is pork, do you want to go to the town clinic?"

Liang Yue shook her head again and again, she didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Why haven't you eaten yet?" The proprietress pretended to be angry, "Do you think my cooking skills are not good?"

If it weren't for these dishes, everyone would have gotten along very well with the proprietress.

Just came here today, the proprietress is very enthusiastic and talkative.

But when the food was served tonight, everything changed.

"Let's all sit down and eat."

Qin Manjiang said suddenly.

Everyone looked at him in unison, and the only one sitting peacefully now was holding a notebook, writing and drawing all the time, doing his own thing, not knowing the so-called swimming fish.

"Right, listen to this little brother."

The proprietress smiled at Qin Manjiang, then turned and went to the kitchen: "Wait a minute, there are other dishes."

Seeing that the proprietress had left, Wang Wanwan approached Qin Manjiang and said in a low voice, "Hey! Are you crazy?"

"Are these things edible?"

Qin Manjiang asked back: "Then did you bring enough food?"

Wang Wanwan just wanted to speak hard, but found that Qin Manjiang was telling the truth.

If you don't eat, you don't have to eat. Who knows how long they will stay in Butterfly Island.

"Go to the kitchen and have a look, at least find an ingredient we know to cook!"

He said sensibly.

On the side, doctors and lawyers kept looking at the kitchen, Yan Xiao said: "I think the aborigines on the island have been changed to some extent."

"Well, I think so too."

Chen Yu nodded: "The manpower in our eyes is the chicken in their eyes."

"Maybe what is normal in their eyes, in our eyes... is a ghost."

"When I first came to the island, I smelled a bloody smell. Although it was very faint, there was a scent of flowers, but it didn't go away." Yan Xiao looked out of the dark window, "It's still there."

"Anyway, be careful, I don't want you to die before me." Chen Yu said with a smile.

Yan Xiao didn't answer.

At this time, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt something touching his arm.

He turned his head and saw a black notebook.

His eyes gradually went up, his hair was black and long, and Yu Yu, who was hanging behind him, was staring at him, and opened his notebook.

Do you mean let me see?
Qin Manjiang looked down, what was drawn in the notebook was...

I?
But what's wrong with this distorted face, ferocious veins, and wide-open mouth?
You Yu pointed with a pen, and Qin Manjiang looked along the tip of her pen.

In the painting, Qin Manjiang raised his head and opened his mouth, and there was a butterfly flying out.

　I'm so tired, I'm so tired, I will thank the book friends who gave me the reward tomorrow, good night everyone, bye.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)