I just said I was looking forward to the meal made by Grandma Wu. In a blink of an eye, Yu Chuanfeng didn't understand where these unpalatable foods came from.

Zheng Wei and his family did not eat anything randomly, and their expressions were not considered to be eating with relish, but they were also very natural.

"Isn't it delicious? Doesn't it taste like you?" Zheng Wei's mother, the old lady, asked very caringly.

Yu Chuanfeng shook his head hesitantly and found that Zheng Wei and his family were looking at him. They bit the bullet and took a few bites.

"I went to the seafood wholesale market today. I thought that your children like to eat these. If you don't like seafood, I will make other things for you tomorrow." The old lady said leniently.

"I want to eat pork chop!" Zheng Wei's son spoke immediately.

Zheng Wei scolded him.

The old lady smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give you fried pork chops tomorrow."

"Their children can eat shrimp at most, and they will find it troublesome to eat crabs." Zheng Wei said.

"Hey, then I'll cook crab meat and tofu next time and pick out the crab meat..."

"Mom, don't be so troublesome. If you want to eat this, we will go to the restaurant one day to eat. How troublesome it will be at home." Zheng Wei's wife said.

"What's the trouble? In the past, the store made crab noodles, and this is how they picked crab meat." The old lady still smiled.

Yu Chuanfeng lowered his head. Although he was still moving his chopsticks slowly and his swallowing was still so slow, I felt that his mood had changed.

Maybe I am not used to seafood, maybe the seafood is not very fresh.

Yu Chuanfeng was thinking about it all, and then he thought of the old lady's specialty snacks, small buns, rice dumplings, small fries, wontons... Yu Chuanfeng was obviously eating, but he felt hungry.

I had some understanding of what was going on with him.

The ghost I saw today may have stimulated him.

Originally, he had no idea about the problems with these foods, but now he has discovered these problems.

The dream quickly advanced for a while.

The wontons for breakfast are not as delicious as Yu Chuanfeng expected, but have a fishy smell.

My cousin next to me was eating wontons in big mouthfuls, and Yu Chuanfeng could only grit his teeth and stuff it into his mouth.

At noon, Yu Chuanfeng saw the old lady cooking.

The strange purple piece of meat and green-haired potatoes made Yu Chuanfeng shudder. He stepped forward to stop him, and the old lady looked at him with confused eyes.

"Zheng Ze, do you see if the meat and potatoes are broken?" The old lady called out to her grandson.

The boy, who was about the same age as Zheng Wei, walked into the kitchen in confusion and looked, "No."

"This one has green hair!" Yu Chuanfeng shouted immediately.

The old and the young looked at Yu Chuanfeng with strange eyes.

The boy blurted out: "Brother, are you having eyes problems?"

"Zheng Ze!" the old lady shouted.

Yu Chuanfeng's expression was a little stiff. He looked at Tudou and then at the two of them.

"Maybe the light is bad. I used to say, why should I put flowers on it?" The old lady was talking about the kitchen window.

The layout of the residential building is that the kitchen windows of two families are opposite each other. Perhaps because of this, the windows of Zheng Wei’s kitchen are patterned window paper, and the sun shines in. There are some Western church glass effects, and there will be colorful sunlight on the flowing table and the ground.

Yu Chuanfeng looked at the glass window.

The old lady had turned around and continued to cut vegetables. The boy also returned to leave the kitchen.

Yu Chuanfeng stood for a while, his heart was empty and he silently left the kitchen with questions.

He shared a room with his cousin.

After a while, the sound of frying something from the kitchen was heard.

Yu Chuanfeng's cousin sniffed, with a greedy expression on his face and said "It smells so good". Yu Chuanfeng didn't smell any smell.

When having lunch, the fried pork chops are bright in color, and the golden color makes people feel appetite-willed.

Yu Chuanfeng's cousin couldn't wait to start feasting.

Yu Chuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and also grabbed a piece of pork chop, but after biting it, the sticky gravy fell on his tongue, with a strange bitter taste.

Yu Chuanfeng opened his mouth and spit out the pork chop. In the golden skin, it was not the white tender meat of pork chop with juice, but an unknown object of blue and purple. The thing was bitten through a hole, and the same color of liquid flowed out and fell into Yu Chuanfeng's rice bowl.

When the crystal grains of rice in the rice bowl were touched by the liquid, it made a "sizzling" sound as if it was corroded. In a blink of an eye, the rice had turned black and some white smoke came out.

Yu Chuanfeng threw away his chopsticks and rushed into the toilet, retching while rinsing his mouth.

The old lady asked with concern behind her. His cousin was worried at first, but after watching for a while, he asked Yu Chuanfeng maliciously, "Is there any?" The old lady photographed the boy and stopped this joke.

Yu Chuanfeng was not in a joke either.

There was a bitter smell in his mouth that could not be diluted.

I sympathize with Yu Chuanfeng, but I can't do anything.

I've been watching next to me for a long time.

I didn't see any problems with the old lady. Those ingredients were big problems. But no matter how problematic the ingredients were, I couldn't make anything.

I tried to use my own abilities to meat and potatoes. This played a role. The green hair on a small potato disappeared. This shows that the potato was originally normal. But when the old lady held the potato and started peeling, the green hair on the potatoes would grow like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Recognizing this, my mood became even heavier.

Should I directly destroy Zheng Wei’s mother?

Even so, it will not be cured.

I thought of that map.

Ye Qing looked for the halman Xuanqing and used municipal engineering to design a talisman covering most of the districts. Xiantai District should have been full of problematic restaurants, just like I saw in my dreams, which were weird and terrifying. Now there should be no problem. The people in Xiantai District were like old ladies, and there were problems. Now, they should have been "recovered".

The talismans I found were incomplete, and I never thought that I needed to solve the supernatural problem through talismans, which made me in a dilemma now.

Eliminating Zheng Wei's mother is the worst choice. Qingye's people have a complete way to drive away the supernatural problems in her...

Wait, the client of the takeaway incident!

Qingye's people couldn't save him.

Is there any difference here?

Or is it that the person who can use that talisman is not Qingye, but Xuanqing Zhenren?

I couldn't help but have a headache.

The dream will not stop because of my headache.

It even "cuts" everything that has nothing to do with supernaturalism.

Every meal at Yu Chuanfeng is a torment. Every meal and every dish is a problematic food. But no one except him noticed any abnormalities.

He felt disgusted and confused.

In this torment, he became silent.

The dream jumped after a rainy night.

The old lady was injured and hospitalized, and Yu Chuanfeng was filled with surprise. His performance was too obvious, which made Zheng Wei and his family very dissatisfied. This surprise was diluted a lot.

Until Yu Chuanfeng overheard the phone call between us and Wu Ling.

The surprise in the boy's heart burst out again.

I could feel his strong consciousness "I'm not crazy! There's really something wrong with Grandma Five!"

This thought filled Yu Chuanfeng's brain, and there was also a sense of joy that he was about to be rescued.

The surrounding environment changed again.

Not at work, but back to Zheng Wei's home.

Yu Chuanfeng's mood had become much more relaxed. His hunger also faded a lot.

Zheng Wei's wife cut the apple and the flesh looked normal.

Yu Chuanfeng poked a piece with a toothpick and stuffed it into his mouth.

The crispy texture didn't hold the clock, and his teeth bit into something soft.

I heard Yu Chuanfeng's heartbeat violently.

He slowly spit out the apple in his mouth.

In the bitten flesh, an eyeball was peering at him through the crack.
Chapter completed!