"What is this?" Wei Xiucai asked Qin Yuelou.

"These are barbecued pork, very sweet." Qin Yuelou said, and then spoke in Dajing Mandarin, "These are barbecued pork, very sweet."

Wei Xiucai took a bite, and the refreshing sweetness emanated from the meat.

He recalled that at that time, his sweetheart's face turned red, and he handed the lotus root to Wei Xiucai, and said shyly: "The lotus seeds are very sweet, I picked them specially for you to eat."

So he couldn't help but smile, and ate a few more pieces, and the spiciness was finally overcome.

He picked up half a soft-boiled egg. The yolk was flowing and slippery in the mouth, but it had a slight earthy and bitter taste.

The human world is miserable, the human world is miserable, gods are good, gods are good, but after suffering so much, haven’t I still not become an immortal? Bitter. Bitter.

With a sigh, Wei Xiucai ate all the soft-boiled eggs, then ate a few pieces of barbecued pork and swallowed it with the noodles.

Every time I take a bite, memories of the past come flooding back.

Every time he swallowed the food in his mouth, he became more and more reluctant to part with the children in the shack.

When I came back to my senses, the fragrance was still lingering in my mouth, but in front of me was a bowl of clear soup as clear as water.

"What's going on?" Wei Xiucai was puzzled.

Qin Yuelou answered as if he could read minds, without raising his head, just reading the comic book: "This soup is very overbearing. It doesn't like other seasonings except its own flavor, so what you just said All the other flavors that are not part of the original flavor have been absorbed by what you eat, and now only this bowl of clear soup is left. Besides, I can’t read minds, so don’t look at me like this. Just drink some soup to warm your stomach. After all, the original soup is transformed into the original. It’s food.”

Wei Xiucai looked at Master Qin who was absentmindedly reading comics and drank the soup as he was told.

The moment it enters the mouth, it spreads from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, and the taste buds are all praising that this noodle soup is so delicious. It is not the kind of deliciousness that comes with heavy seasoning, but the kind of deliciousness where the original flavors of the ingredients complement each other.

This is a kind of overbearing deliciousness that completely dilutes the previous taste residue, leaving only its own authentic taste.

But the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty things are echoing in my heart, and all the joy, anger, sorrow, fear, evil and desire in the past are also flowing back into my mind.

Becoming an immortal and immortality seem so unworthy of mention in the memories of the past.

The love of parents, the love of relatives and friends, the love of ignorance, the love of hidden things, the love of licking calves, all love fills the body and mind.

He also put down his dignity and drank the soup from the bowl without any grace.

"It's so delicious." He put down the bowl, burped, and praised with tears.

"Do you still want to use the lives of those children in the shack to extend your life?" Qin Yuelou's voice fell, shattering his defenses like a thunderous blow.

"I, this, you, are not..." Wei Xiucai was in a panic and didn't know what to say, because his little secret was exposed.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Don't ask me how I know, everyone has secrets. I can see your suffering and struggle, so I want to take advantage of you before you cause disaster.

I gave you a hand before, but if you insist on going your own way and want to fall into the endless hell, then I will also make you a decapitation meal after stopping you."

Master Qin put away the comic book, spread his legs with a golden knife, took out the cigarette case from his apron pocket, knocked it out, and took out three or two cigarettes of different heights, which he held in his mouth.

He took out a box of matches, rubbed them, and lit the cigarette he was holding while protecting the flame. The fire light illuminated half of his face, while the other half was gloomy and cold. He then swung the wooden pole, and the flames went out, leaving a small child behind.

The half-cut black branch then flew out with a flick of his finger.

Master Qin exhaled a puff of smoke, stood up and turned over the sign. Now there was only a "seven" left.

He didn't care about Wei Xiucai, but he gave Wei Xiucai a slap in the face with delicious food. Qin Yuelou, who turned over the brand, left an enigmatic figure on his back, as well as the nine-stripe and nine-clawed red dragon on the back of the slim-fitting pure white chef's uniform.

Embroidery, with four words written in the middle of the embroidery: "One meal per day".

The dragon pattern is moving and moving on the chef's clothes, as if it is wandering in the cloud pond.

"I...can't do it anymore." Wei Xiucai exhaled and expressed his heart to Qin Yuelou's back.

As he confessed his feelings, some of the obsessions that had been brewing in his heart were also released.

If you want to use the lives of others to inflict evil spells and satisfy your own desire for immortality, then can you still be considered a human being?

Wei Xiucai stood up, bowed and thanked Qin Yuelou, and then left with a happy heart.

There were many strange people and strangers in the market, and Wei Xiucai had his eyes opened for once.

Qin Yuelou turned around and glanced at Wei Xiucai, and the nine-marked and nine-clawed red dragon behind him also disappeared.

"This style is really good. It's really awesome."

He sighed and smoked, and repeated it again.
Chapter completed!