Panguan

In fact, in Xia Qiao's cognition, the judge also eats normally, such as Shen Qiao, such as the various people he has seen and heard.

An alien like Wen Shi who doesn't eat human food is still the only one. Maybe it has something to do with his immortality.

Xia Qiao watched for a while, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, Brother Wen, are you alright?

What do you think? Wen Shi didn't look at him while holding the chopsticks. After two seconds, he closed his eyes as if reflecting, and sarcastically said to himself, My brain is really broken.

Xie asked to keep him for dinner, why couldn't he nod his head?

Well, it's all about self-control.

He looked at Xiaqiao's full bowl of meat and asked quietly, Is it delicious?

...

Xia Qiao did not dare to speak.

For him, it was a really good meal. Xie asked that the meat dishes that the shopkeepers got from some unknown place were fresh and tender, and the sauce was particularly fragrant.

Moreover, it was raining heavily and cooling down today. He was feeling cold, and it was just right to eat something warm. He really couldn't empathize with this ancestor named Wen, so he could only comfort him.

Why don't you hear what you mean, let's try two bites? Xia Qiao whispered, taking advantage of Lao Mao and the others, It's better to have a pad, it's better than nothing. Have you ever eaten this kind of copper pot with meat? It— —”

I have eaten. Wen Shi interrupted, I have eaten many times.

There is nothing wrong with hearing these words to ordinary people. After all, it looks like a twenty-five or six-year-old young man when he smells it, and it is strange that he has not eaten it.

But Xie Wen cast a surprised look, as if he knew that Wen Shi had just come to this world a few days ago.

What are you looking at me? When Wen Shi noticed, the surprise in Xie Wen's eyes had faded.

This is a good question. You have to look at me before you know I'm looking at you. Xie Wen calmly poured a cup of hot wine without drinking it. He just held the wine glass as if he was feeling the Temperature: Why don't you tell me why you look at me first?

When smelling: ...

roll.

Xie Wen opened the topic with a smile and said, Where have you eaten this?

Wen Shi originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but after a while he still said, I used to be in Beijing.

It was also called Beiping at that time.

Oh. Xie Wen was thoughtful, nodded after a moment, and pointed to Wen Shikongkong's porcelain plate: Then you don't like it now, or their soup is too unpalatable for you to eat. Chopsticks?

Lao Mao and the twin girls immediately raised their heads and looked over innocently.

Maybe the subordinates are afraid of the boss. Anyway, these three are very scared.

It felt strange when I smelled it. He was silent for two seconds while staring at Qi Shushu, stretched out his chopsticks and took a piece of mutton.

Lao Mao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to swallow. He hardly chews anything, and eats it whole, which looks extraordinarily fragrant, and looks very appetizing.

Xia Qiao ate two pieces of meat on the spot.

When smelling...

Going crazy when I smell it.

But he didn't show it at all on his face, instead he looked very cold. He swallowed the meat tastelessly, and in order to divert his attention, he thanked him and asked, You didn't eat a few mouthfuls.

It's okay. Xie asked, I like hot things, but I'm not so interested in this.

You don't like them doing this? Wen Shi looked strange.

Get used to it. Xie asked.

He glanced at Wen Shi's questioning expression, thought for a while and added, I've led one before—

He paused, as if considering his words.

Wen Shi glanced at him before he continued: I brought a child back, and he is more greedy for these.

What about the others? Wen Shi asked again.

It's gone. Xie Wen didn't raise his eyes, he held the cup and said, It was a long time ago.

I still feel strange when I smell it. Since it was a long time ago, how can it be called a habit now? Are you just living in the middle years?

He still wanted to speak, but Lao Mao scooped up a large bowl with a colander, and it was so delicious that he couldn't ignore the snoring sound.

When smelling: ...

His stomach responded quietly, and finally he couldn't sit still.

Where's the sink? Wen Shi calmed down with a sullen face, and asked, putting his chopsticks down.

Over there. Xie Wen pointed to a short corridor on the east side and said, What's wrong?

It's stained with sauce. Wen Shi made up a reason and got up and walked to the short corridor.

There is a separate sink at the back of the short corridor. He bent over in front of the sink and poured two handfuls of cold water on his face. The feeling of being hungry and dizzy was finally relieved.

As soon as he stood up straight, he felt the wind come in from the side. When I smelled it, I turned around and found that the short corridor on the second floor was connected to the back door. The door was left open, and the wind slipped in from there. It was wrapped in rain, moisture and another... indescribable strange smell.

It's light, not bad, but a little familiar.

He was a little puzzled when he smelled it, so he walked over and opened the door.

Outside the door is an iron staircase that connects the back of this commercial street.

The back door of Xiping Garden is very clean and deserted, facing the long fence. Inside the wall is the man-made lake view and small bamboo forest of Wangquan Mansion.

The rain was heavy, and the smell was hidden in the rain, sometimes there, sometimes not. He sniffed for a while while leaning on the stair railing, and finally recognized—

That's Hui Gu's taste.

The night before Shen Qiao's burial, he killed one of the three chuī drummers who turned into Hui Gu, and ran away two

. He left something to track on Hui Gu who ran away, and ended up chasing after Xiping Garden.