I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Chapter 9: Black donkey hoof hot pot!

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Wang Xiaobaa's Diary: Today I was in my own tomb for a hotpot...

The river with a layer of misty water vapor follows the artificially excavated river channels and rockeries. The riverbanks stacked with small stones and the red-tiled pavilions are often built in ancient scenic spots.

The stone wall on the top of the head is also inlaid with countless luminous beads and the inexhaustible merman lamps around it, making it bright as day.

Wang Xiaozong lifted the hem of the ancient and cumbersome wedding dress and tucked it into the waistband of his trousers, rolled his sleeves up to his shoulders, and squatted by the river like the uncle who instigated popsicles at the entrance of the building. The seasoning for the hoof was dug out from a tomb robber's backpack.

The hot red hot water was bubbling, and the soup base that was so spicy that it scorched the eyes made Wang Xiaobaa greedily swallow and feel the chrysanthemum pain when he looked at it.

"The wind is gone, don't wash, come and eat hot pot." Wang Xiaoba shouted to the side.

Wen Feng tied up his long hair, and his clothes were put on like Wang Xiaobaa. With that messy curling method, you can tell at a glance who did it. The first person who used to be frightening demon is now gloomy and taciturn. Hao Ha Ha Ha squatted by the river to wash clothes.

Back then, I believed the words of the elm head of my subordinate, and chose the best Huochi clothes to make several spare wedding clothes. As a result, Wang Xiaobaa didn't want to wear it again when he heard that there was a spare, and insisted on washing it.

"The clothes have been worn for a thousand years and still haven't been washed?" Wang Xiaoba's disgust was so obvious that Wen Feng swallowed the words subconsciously.

This dress actually has a dust-proof effect.

However, in order to see Wang Xiaobaa changing clothes, he still offered new clothes with smiling hands.

Then it turns out that being a hooligan doesn't end well.

After changing clothes, Wang Xiaoba handed him the clothes, touched his nose and asked him, "Boss, do you know how to wash clothes?"

Hearing the wind: "..."

How is it possible for a man to cover the sky with only one hand in the history of a generation... He really can!

He used to be a poor little Wen Fengjin who washed his clothes when he was very young. Although it was a long time ago, he still remembers it now.

Seeing Wang Xiaobaa's pitiful expression, Wen Fengjing nodded.

In the end, he was urged by the cheering Wang Xiaobaa to find a wooden basin from the side hall, and squatted by the underground river and began to rub his clothes.

The mighty Demon Lord listened to Wang Xiaoba's muttering while rubbing his clothes: I'll put those decorative clothes racks in the side hall later, and it will be used as a laundry room in the future, and it's more convenient to dry clothes.

Wen Feng Jin: ... That's not a clothes rack, that's a knife rack.

Hearing Wang Xiaobaa's cry, he glanced at the mahogany laundry tub in front of him, and quickly stood up to organize his clothes and walked over.

"Don't put your sleeves down! We will continue to wash in a while!" Wang Xiaoba hurriedly stopped him.

"..." Wen Fengjing looked at his two sleeves with no image, and silently rolled them up.

Two people full of ancient flavors squatted beside the hot pot like an old man, with a sense of disobedience that made people laugh and couldn't bear to look directly at them.

Like Tang monk wearing cassock and three disciples squatting on the curb to smoke together.

Wang Xiaobaa smelled the aroma of the hot pot and suddenly thought: "Two big zongzi eat black donkey hoofs in the tomb to cook hot pot?" If there was a tomb robber at this time, I don't know if he would slap him.

Tomb robbers are good, it is best to bring more donkey hooves!

A few days ago, he himself could not have imagined that one day he would eat hot pot in his own grave!

Wen Fengjing watched the hot, pungent food tumbled into red blisters. He was silent for a while, and he said, "This thing is like the cinnabar that Taoists used to make alchemy. Is it really edible?"

Wang Xiaobaa took out two washed cans for him to eat while talking.

"Don't worry, this thing is always delicious, people can't live without the spicy taste! Here, try it!"

Wang Xiaobaa shoved chopsticks and this thing to him, and he couldn't wait to fill it up, not bothering to stuff it into his mouth when it was hot.

The deliciousness of the food and the spicy taste that rushed to the head instantly made Wang Xiaobaa's mouth numb and his eyes red, but this long-lost taste made him feel alive.

"Mother, this tomb robber is from Sichuan, right! It's so spicy, so spicy!"

Wen Fengjing looked at Wang Xiaobaa, who was still in tears, holding a jar in his hand, staring at the pungent meat inside, and finally picked it up and put it in his mouth.

Wang Xiaobaa watched Wen Fengjing and began to chew slowly and gently, then her face gradually turned a little red, her nose wrinkled hotly, and in the end, she couldn't care about the air and quickly swallowed it, revealing her slightly feminine and handsome face. A twisted expression.

Wang Xiaobaa held the bowl and looked at his face and laughed, "So you can't eat spicy food."

Wen Feng managed to suppress the spicy taste, frowned and said, "I have always liked sour food."

"I'm most afraid of eating sour." Wang Xiaobaa is fine with soy sauce and vinegar, but if the fruit is slightly sour, he will lose his teeth. The two of them ate the tendons inside the donkey's hoof while blowing hot air.

Eating and eating, Wang Xiaoba said, "I don't plan to leave if I become such a living dead person. I'll stay with you. Anyway, my grandmother doesn't love my uncle or my uncle. My parents think I'm dead. They are just looking for a relative to give me some money to collect my body."

"Although I still don't believe what you said before, you are also single, and I am single, and I will not hide it from you, I am gay, and I have broken sleeves. If you are honest with each other, let's start with Start as a friend, and if you think it's suitable, you can put it in the underground palace together, so you don't have to hide it from me... "

"I've found myself getting more and more strange recently. Is it related to you?" The words made it clear in one breath, but Wang Xiaobaa didn't stop his chopsticks.

He was very nervous, but he also tried to create a relaxed atmosphere.

After all, the other party is an old zongzi who has lived for more than a thousand years! What if he finds out that he accidentally kills me

What past and present lives, those are really not convincing to myself, who only has more than 20 years of memory.

Unless Wang Xiaobaa finds out that one day he has really recovered his memory, and that he used to be called Mian Deng, it will be really difficult for him to turn himself into another person.

Wen Fengjin's hand holding the chopsticks paused, then raised his eyes to look at Wang Xiaobaa.

Wang Xiaobaa swallowed nervously.

After being silent for a while, Wen Fengjin's expression suddenly fell. He pulled the corners of his mouth and looked sad, and said, "You said that I am very happy to stay with me. You can rest assured that I will not harm you, and I have not done anything."

Wang Xiaobaa frowned suspiciously: "You really didn't do anything?"

Wen Feng clenched his hands tightly and lowered his head, his tied hair fell down and covered his cheeks.

"I didn't recognize the wrong person, Sleeping Deng, you are you. I know very well that you are the person I want to wait for." He laughed at himself: "And in your past life, because of my weird pupils and other people's evaluation of me, you Doubt me, why now... I still can't get your full trust?"

"I waited for you for many years! How could I be willing to harm you?"

His hoarse voice trembled slightly, as if crying.

Wang Xiaobaa: "..." At this moment, I felt like a scumbag.