According to the records in the diary, An Bu sent her new mobile phone number to friends she met in the past year in groups, so as not to be regarded as missing persons by them. After the number was issued, I immediately received a lot of messages, with greetings, concerns, invitations... Although the number is not many, they are all very caring friends.
Anbu replied patiently, and it took an hour or two to calm down his friends one by one. They take themselves to heart, and they forget about them. For so many years, she has always tried to avoid establishing too deep relationships with others. Contacts are friends, partings follow fate, white horses pass by, birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can accompany her to the end.
Rubbing the ring on his hand, Anbu believed that when he made this decision, he must have considered it carefully, and at the same time, he planned to tell him his identity. She would not marry him with this secret, otherwise she would be deceiving him.
But what should she say
"Mr. Jian, what do you think of Bing Lian?", "Mr. Jian, I have actually been dead for more than 80 years, can you accept a dead person at such an age?", "Mr. Jian, if you have a My miraculous living corpse girlfriend, don’t you think it’s very trendy?” “Mr. Jian, do you know why I’m not afraid of death? Because I’m already dead.”
An Bu: Hehe...
I always feel that no matter how you say it, it's weird, and I still need a suitable opportunity. I can't make a surprise attack, so as not to stimulate the fragile little heart of the cat owner.
"Bubu, it's time to eat." Jian Ningxuan's voice came from outside the door. Today he cooks, cooking the dishes on An Bu's recipe.
Anbu came out of the room, and saw Jian Ningxuan in a cat apron putting the food on the table, his movements were quick, and he looked like a worthy man.
There were four dishes and one soup on the table. With her color blindness, she couldn't tell whether the appearance was good or bad, but the smell was okay.
Anbu helped Jian Ningxuan serve a good meal, and the two sat down together.
Jian Ningxuan held up his chopsticks and looked at her, as if waiting for her praise. Knowing that she can't taste, he is confident in his culinary skills.
Anbu tasted every dish, and seeing Jian Ningxuan looking at her helplessly, pretending not to understand what he meant, he greeted, "You eat too."
Jian Ningxuan lowered her eyes and started silently.
emmm... This dish has too much oil, it's too greasy! This dish is undercooked and undercooked! This dish... just two words, it's unpalatable!
Jian Ningxuan's face sank like water, secretly glad that Anbu has no sense of taste, so he doesn't have to suffer this kind of torture. Now he has to calmly eat up the food, so as not to let her see the flaws, so as not to affect her appetite.
An Bu who shared his sense of taste with him: "..."
This kind of sharing is not effective at all times, only when Jian Ningxuan thinks it is particularly delicious or particularly unpalatable, he will feel it.
Obviously, he disliked the dishes he made today so much that Anbu also had an indescribable taste. Seeing his nonchalant appearance, I really couldn't bear to expose him.
An Bu smiled and said, "Mr. Jian, you've worked hard. I'll cook you a big meal tonight. What do you want to eat?"
Jian Ningxuan felt that he failed to cook and should not be rewarded: "Don't take care of me, just do what you like."
"But," Anbu propped his chin and looked at him with a smile, "I really want to take care of you."
The hair between Jian Ningxuan's forehead was slightly raised, and a faint brilliance shone from his body.
"Then, let's go shopping together tonight." Jian Ningxuan has already made a menu for himself in his mind.
"Okay." Anbu agreed with a smile.
"By the way." Jian Ningxuan seemed to think of something, and said, "Bubu, do you still remember Molly? She is a little girl you saved before, her parents disappeared, and we are her temporary guardians."
Anbu read the diary, so he naturally knew about Molly, and asked, "What's wrong with her?"
"We haven't contacted her for a long time, do you want to take some time to see her?"
An Bu nodded: "No problem." She had promised Molly to visit her every week, but she broke her promise.
The two discussed it and decided to go there the day after tomorrow.
After dinner, Jian Ningxuan called Molly's nanny and asked her to tell Molly the news. The day after tomorrow happens to be the weekend, so you can take Molly out to have fun. The police only contacted Molly's uncle and aunt, but they were evil-minded and in debt, and their guardianship qualifications were revoked by the Children's Protection Association. Other relatives have not been found yet, and Molly is now helpless, which is also pitiful.
In the afternoon, Anbu and Jian Ningxuan went shopping together. Besides buying ingredients, they also had to pick gifts for Molly.
I bought several sets of clothes, toys, and school supplies, and I didn't choose too carefully. Anyway, I just bought the most expensive one. An Bu planned to let her choose the things she likes when she takes her out to play the day after tomorrow.
Wandering to the snack area, Anbu discovered a snack called "Zombie Ramen". The packaging design is spicy and the human face pattern looks like a hungry ghost, which reminded her of the dark food mentioned in her diary. She has done a live broadcast of dark cooking before, and since she is extremely bored recently, why don't she do a few more episodes
"Want to eat this?" Jian Ningxuan looked at the row of zombie ramen and asked hesitantly.
"No, I'll make it myself when I go home." Anbu pushed the shopping cart towards the ingredients area.
do it yourself? What are you doing, zombie ramen
Jian Ningxuan just took her to say it casually and didn't take it to heart.
When I got home in the evening, Anbu said to Jian Ningxuan, "I'm going to start a live broadcast tonight, please help me get out the ingredients, and I'll prepare it first."
Jian Ningxuan: "..." Live broadcast? Wouldn't it be dark cuisine again? What about cooking him a big meal
Anbu's so-called preparation was naturally makeup.
After dozens of minutes, the door was opened, Jian Ningxuan looked up, and suddenly felt that his eyes had been seriously injured.
Anbu's face is half black and half white, with half white and half black lips, a blood-red eye painted on the forehead, which is in stark contrast with black and white, and the hair is coiled up high in a dharani shape. Like a weird hermaphrodite.
Jian Ningxuan was mentally prepared in advance, but was still shocked by her honor.
"How is it? Isn't it very scary?" Anbu was quite proud.
Jian Ningxuan: "...um."
"Okay, let's get started." Anbu installed the equipment, boarded the video website, and entered his live broadcast room.
Not long after the live broadcast room opened, several water friends who followed her immediately ran in, preparing to ask the teacher aggressively, but after seeing that face, they were immediately stunned.
[Holy shit, shit, what the hell did I see?]
[Nimma, my eyes can't breathe!]
[Eyes can't breathe at all, the upstairs was frightened to the point of blindness in both ears, right?]
[Anchor, you have been missing for so long, did you go to the underworld to find Black and White Wuchang to discuss makeup skills?]
Anbu "yin and yang" smiled strangely: "Hello everyone, I am An Laoshi, 'An' is the 'An' of Anxi, 'Lao' is the 'Old' of the old and immortal, and 'Zi' is the 'Zi' of the corpse." '."
[Hello old corpse, goodbye old corpse.]
[An old corpse, may I ask which cemetery is your residence in? I will pay a visit in Qingming.]
[Old Corpse, how many years have you been practicing this year?]
Rows of bullet screens were displayed, and the atmosphere was very cheerful.
When Anbu introduced himself, he could pay attention to Jian Ningxuan's expression. Seeing that there was no abnormality on his face, he continued to say to the camera: "Okay, let's get down to business, today's dark dish is: pan hell."
[Just listening to the name makes me feel like my skin is ripped apart.]
[Will the dishes made by the old corpse have corpse poison?]
[I ordered takeaway just now, and I'm considering whether to charge back the order.]
[In order to lose weight, I have to read it even if I vomit!]
Anbu heats oil in a hot pan, pours peppercorns and bean paste and stir-fries red oil, adds onion, ginger and garlic, stir-fries, adds water to boil, adds hot pot ingredients, refined salt, chicken essence, light soy sauce, and then adds rice field eel and duck Blood, fat intestines, pork belly, chicken feet, keel, potatoes, and red peppers are cooked and poured into a pot. The soup is blood red, and all kinds of flesh and blood are floating in the soup.
This process is quite common, but the dish is not yet finished. Anbu picked up a few boiled quail eggs, and used a carving knife to remove a layer of egg whites, exposing the protruding egg yolks, and then fried them in a frying pan for a while. Cracks are blown out, like eyeballs, and then taken out, thrown into the oil pan hell, to add the finishing touch to this dish, and finally a layer of red oil is poured on it, making a zla sound, and the heat rises.
Finished!
In the shot, a pot of hot oil is freshly baked in hell. In the scalding soup, the bones were broken and the claws were withered, the intestines were pierced and the stomach was rotten, and the eyeballs were churning, as if countless innocent souls were crying out in the pool of blood.
[My flesh hurts...]
[It seems to have seen my own future.]
[That's why people can't do evil, otherwise they will fall into the hands of the old corpse, and they can't live or die.]
[It's hard to imagine what this pot of mishmash tastes like?]
[At this time, shouldn't the boyfriend be released?]
[Seconded.]
Jian Ningxuan leaned against the window, looked sideways out of the window, and concentrated on admiring the night view outside the window, as if she didn't know what An Bu was doing at all.
Anbu said with a smile: "Boyfriend is looking at the scenery."
[Hehe, looking at the scenery is a common way to pretend to be stupid.]
[It seems that male friends usually do bad things, so they must have committed the crime of adultery, and they will also go to hell in the future.]
[There is no girlfriend upstairs on the cliff, other brothers, let's meet up in hell, those who don't come are single dogs.]
[Okay, that's it.]
[Such a good thing should be eaten while it's hot. If your boyfriend doesn't come, anchor, why don't you sacrifice yourself.]
Anbu stirred the pot a few times with a spoon, and her bones and eyes flew away. She picked up a small bowl, scooped a few spoonfuls, and when she was about to test the poison, a big hand took the bowl over.
[Oh, oh, my boyfriend still feels distressed.]
[Caught off guard for a bite of dog food, it's still a hell card.]
[Drinking the old corpse's soul-breaking soup, the meat is lost, the heart is broken, and it doesn't hurt to go to hell.]
[The upstairs is a "corpse".]
An Bu: "This is the end of today's live broadcast, and we will make another appointment tomorrow."
[Wait, we are still waiting for the feedback from our boyfriend! ! !]
Regardless of their protest, Anbu decisively shut down the live broadcast.
Seeing Jian Ningxuan staring at the food in the bowl as if facing an enemy, An Bu asked, "If I really die, would you like to go to hell with me?"
When Jian Ningxuan heard the words, he suffocated the bowl of "hell" without hesitation.
That night, Jian Ningxuan drank four or five bowls of sour plum soup and enjoyed half an hour of stomach rubbing service from the old corpse before he came back to life.
Mr. Jian is not good at spicy food...