Lu Yizhan stood up on his knees helplessly, and took the task amusedly: "I see, I'm out shopping, what do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat yellow throat!" Mu Sicheng was the first to actively raise his hand, "There is still a hairy belly!"
"I don't know if there is anything new at this point." Lu Yizhan took out the banknotes and wrote them down. He looked up at Georgia and Armand, "You are a guest, and you order first. Is there any restriction or preference?"
Georgia shook his head: "I have nothing to eat."
"Yellow throat... what is it?" Armand frowned, "What is the hairy belly?"
Mu Sicheng clasped his chest triumphantly, and said with contempt: "I don't know, this is all you must order for a hot pot!"
"What is that?" Armand asked. "You don't seem to know what these are."
Mu Sicheng's contemptuous expression froze on his face.
He really doesn't know what these things are, he only knows that they are delicious.
"Yellow throat is an arterial blood vessel in a cattle taxi. It is cut from the heart of the cattle and turned over and washed repeatedly, turned over to tear off the vascular membrane inside, changed into sections, blanched for tens of seconds, you can eat it, and it tastes crunchy. It's crunchy, it has the brittleness of blood vessels." Mu Ke explained with a friendly smile, with a gentle tone, "The hairy belly is the cow's stomach. Turn it over and wash it three times. There are many layers of tentacles inside, which are used by the cow for digestion. thing."
"By the way, we still eat brains, it's delicious."
Armand: "!!!"
What terrifying parts are these! The food here is terrible! Is it heresy
Armand's face turned pale in an instant. He pointed to Mu Sicheng and said in horror: "I won't eat anything he eats!"
Mu Sicheng: "..."
There is an inexplicable feeling of being offended.
Seeing Lu Yizhan leave, Bai Liu turned his head and looked at Georgia: "Go to the study, let's talk about your soul."
Georgia let out a breath, he stood up and thanked sincerely, "Thank you."
Seeing that Bai Liu and Georgia went to the study, Spades, who had been murderous before, became calm after seeing Georgia. They did not intervene or stop them from beginning to end. Mu Sicheng looked at the excitement and didn’t think it was an issue. The elbow stabbed the spades: "Hey, you were so vigilant before, but now you are not talking, you are not afraid that Bai Liu and Georgia will run away?"
Spades raised their heads to look at Mu Sicheng, with a flat tone: "I can't run."
Mu Sicheng was full of interest: "Why? You were so alert before."
"Before Bai Liu talked about him, he had desire." Spades lowered his eyes and answered seriously, "But after seeing him, there was no desire."
Mu Sicheng heard the question mark: "...what do you mean?"
Liu Jiayi, who has been watching the show silently all the time, couldn't help it.
When talking about Georgia, Bai Liu's desire was not aimed at Georgia at all. It was aimed at his money. Seeing Georgia in person, but not seeing money, Bai Liu certainly has no desire.
Spades' perception of White Willow is really amazing. Although I don't understand it at all, I can feel that White Willow's personal emotions are invisible in front of Spades.
Liu Jiayi held the cup and drank a drink in silence, and sighed that if Bai Liu had three hearts in the future, he would be spotted by Spades if he stepped into the door with his left foot.
Tang San looked at the study, and the breath he had just relieved came up again.
… I don’t know how Bai Liu will negotiate with Georgia.
In the study.
Bai Liu was sitting on the sofa in front of the bookcase, and Georgia was sitting on the chair. He actually repelled the slightly dim atmosphere of the study at first, and this layout reminded him of that dream.
But when Bai Liu turned to his side and turned on the floor lamp, Georgia was stunned by the warm orange light flooding the room.
There were two coats on the sofa in this room, one of spades and one of Tang San’s coats. There were several books on the floor that had not been opened and had not been cleaned up, with Mu Ke’s handwriting on them. There was a fruit plate on the desk, piled up with fruit candy, sugar orange and melon seeds. Next to it was a half-peeled orange and a small pile of melon seeds. From this look, I knew that Liu Jiayi and Mu Sicheng had done it.
A lively and messy breath of life rushed to his face.
"Sorry, the study hasn't been cleaned yet." Bai Liu motioned Georgia to sit down, "It's okay, right?"
Georgia completely relaxed. He smiled lightly and sat down following Bai Liu's gesture, his tone even a little nostalgic: "It's okay."
"... When I was young, I took Armand to do things in the third inning. I didn't have much time, and the house was so messy."
"I was really wrong about the fact that I lied to your soul banknotes on the grounds of my soul friend." As soon as Bai Liu sat down, he admitted his mistake in a good manner, "... If you..."
"Did you lie to me?" Georgia laughed a little jokingly, his brows and eyes softened under the warm yellow light, the serious and rigid feeling was diluted in such an atmosphere, "Aren't you mine? A soul friend?"
After Bai Liu had a meal, he also smiled: "Indeed."
"Do you have the memory of when I traded my soul with you?"
"Yeah." Georgia lowered his eyelashes. He recalled, his tone was abrupt, "Although it was indeed angry or even alert at the beginning, I was afraid that after you have my soul, you will use my soul to hurt the people I care about. "
"But you actually protect them all the time, even better than me."
Georgia raised his head to look at Bai Liu: "Whether it is Gu Luolun, Armand, or Mr. Lu Yizhan."
"Gu Luoren really can't have a crown prince whose soul is controlled by others." Georgia's tone is calm, "but I often wonder, am I really suitable to be a king of this country?"
"The path they chose, their innocent yearning, and the courage to face the world now full of anxiety, I have all been exhausted in these ten years."
"... I went back to Guloren before. Everyone welcomed me with joy, embraced me, and cried and praised that what I did was right. They shouldn't close themselves, curl up here and live a lifelessness. In a struggling life, one should face the world and accept all challenges to them."
"I should have been relieved by this."
Georgia remained silent for a long time before continuing to speak softly: "But I only feel scared."
"During the past ten years, the more heretics and tragedies I have seen, the more I am afraid. I have slowly become the ancient people of the ancient Luolun people. I want to protect them completely. Let them face the dangers in this world."
"Even Armand, standing next to me fighting with me, makes me uneasy."
"I know this is wrong." Georgia looked down at his empty palm. "But what kind of correctness can last for thousands of years?"
"There is no right that can last for a thousand years." Bai Liu answered flatly, "and why should we pursue the correctness that lasts for a thousand years?"
"Humans can only survive for a hundred years, and it is already a very remarkable thing to be able to pursue the correctness for ten years."
Georgia was startled.
"As far as I know, there is only one thing that lasts for thousands of years." Bai Liu raised his eyes and said calmly, "That is the evil god."
"But as far as his existence is concerned, it is a mistake for everyone."
"It's just a thousand years of existence, and it's looking for a certain kind of correct existence. In other words, if you pursue a certain kind of existence for a thousand years and pursue a certain kind of right existence, it might end up to the same extreme as the evil god."
"It's like if you seek to protect your people from all harm for thousands of years, then this kind of protection will eventually become a kind of harm."
"It's like the old Gu Luoren."
Georgia fell silent.
Outside the door came the noise of Lu Yizhan returning from selling things. Bai Liu turned off the light and got up to go out: "From my personal point of view, I think you are still very suitable to be a king."
"...Why..." Georgia asked quietly in the dark.
Bai Liu calmly replied, "Because you are a good person with a brain."
"Your decision may not be absolutely correct, but you will try to avoid hurting others. That's enough."
Lu Yizhan knocked on the door: "Are you done talking? I'm ready to cook!"
"Okay." Bai Liu opened the door, and glanced at Lu Yizhan, who was probing his head. "The negotiation is complete."
Lu Yizhan looked at Georgia's usual complexion, who was walking out behind Bai Liu, and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's fine after negotiation."
Georgia took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, taking the food from Lu Yizhan very naturally: "I'll help cook the food."
Lu Yizhan was startled, and subconsciously wanted to grab it: "No need for Georgia!"
Georgia looked pale, but holding it in his hand, it seemed that he didn't use any force, but the vegetable bag silently shifted to his side: "Since I'm here as a guest, there is no reason for the scholar to do it all by himself. "
"... You are rare to come to us as guests." Lu Yizhan smiled on his face, and his subordinates secretly pulled the vegetable bag to this side. Take a good rest and just wait to taste my craft."
The vegetable bag moved back again.
Georgia's tone condensed: "Mr. Lu, I have studied the dishes here, Armand can testify, my craftsmanship is also very good, I rarely come as a guest, you might as well take a day off and taste my craftsmanship."
Lu Yizhan smiled and said, "Really? I don't believe it."
"Bai Liu also praised that the things I made have a homely taste, and being a distinguished guest from afar, there is absolutely no reason to let distinguished guests cook."
You come and go with the vegetable bag. Georgia and Lu Yizhan politely fought a dozen rounds of rounds. The vegetable bag came and went in the middle like a tug-of-war rope, but it didn't fall into anyone's hands.
"Is this the pull of the top tactician before?" Mu Ke seemed to have realized, his eyes were serious, "It's been so long without hurting a dish."
Mu Sicheng saw his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth wide, "...What is this doing?"
Liu Jiayi scrutinized it for a long while and seriously commented: "... Cultural exchange may be."
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