Xiping Garden actually has two floors, but the structure is very strange.
Generally, this kind of double storey shop, the first floor is the storefront, and the second floor is either for living or as a warehouse. There are also some poor and exquisite, who will get a particularly elegant reception room.
But Xiping Garden is not like that.
Its second floor… mainly used for meals.
Why say main? Because it's still like a mini botanical garden—
In the northwest corner, there is a tree that grows against the wall. The species cannot be seen. It is difficult to tell whether it is alive or dead. It is bare and its height just reaches the roof. The branches are staggered and crisscrossed against the intersection of the wall and the wall.
There is also an empty bird stand pretending to hang on the branch.
There is an artificial landscape under the tree, and two little bastards are paddling in the shallow pool. In addition, there are rocks and fresh flowers and plants everywhere, and there are a few nests where they don't know what to do.
The square table for eating is placed among the flowers and plants, very... nondescript.
Lao Mao put a large copper pot on the table, filled it with charcoal, a pot of thick milky white soup boiled like this, and the white mist diffused with fragrance.
Thin and tender lamb rolls in the pot, juices overflowing between the textures.
The wine was still hot on a small stove next to it, the degree of which was unknown, but it was quite strong.
Anyway, I didn't drink a sip when I smelled it, and I was already drunk—
When summer comes, he wears short sleeves and sits in a room covered with hot air, his stomach growling in front of a table of nourishing and warming things.
What is he drawing
Maybe his expression was too dull, Xia Qiao, who knew the inside story, was quite distressed.
In fact, in Xia Qiao's cognition, the judge also eats normally, such as Shen Qiao, such as the various people he has seen and heard.
An alien like Wen Shi who doesn't eat human food is still the only one. Maybe it has something to do with his immortality.
Xia Qiao watched for a while, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Wen, are you alright?"
"What do you think?" Wen Shi held the chopsticks without looking at him. After two seconds, he closed his eyes as if reflecting, and sarcastically said to himself, "My brain is really broken."
Xie asked to keep him for dinner, why couldn't he nod his head
Well, it's all about self-control.
He looked at Xiaqiao's full bowl of meat and asked quietly, "Is it delicious?"
"… "
Xia Qiao did not dare to speak.
For him, it was a really good meal. Xie asked that the meat dishes that the clerks got from some unknown place were fresh and tender, and the sauce was particularly fragrant.
Moreover, it was raining heavily and cooling today. He was feeling cold, and it was just right to eat something warm. He really couldn't empathize with this ancestor named Wen, so he could only comfort him.
"Why don't you hear what you mean, let's try two bites?" Xia Qiao whispered while Lao Mao and the others were feasting, "It's better to have a pad, it's better than nothing. Have you ever eaten this kind of copper pot with meat? It— "
"I have eaten." Wen Shi interrupted, "I have eaten many times."
There is nothing wrong with hearing these words to ordinary people. After all, it looks like a twenty-five or six-year-old young man when he smells it, and it is strange that he has not eaten it.
But Xie Wen cast a surprised look, as if he knew that Wen Shi had just come to this world a few days ago.
"What are you looking at me for?" When Wen Shi noticed, the surprise in Xie Wen's eyes had faded.
"This is a good question. You have to look at me before you know I'm looking at you." Xie Wen calmly poured a cup of hot wine without drinking it. He just held the wine glass as if he was feeling the Temperature: "Why don't you tell me why you look at me first?"
When smelling: "… "
roll.
Xie Wen opened the topic with a smile and said, "Where have you eaten this?"
Wen Shi originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but after a while he still said, "I used to be in Beijing."
It was also called Beiping at that time.
"Oh." Xie Wen was thoughtful, nodded after a moment, and pointed to Wen Shikongkong's porcelain plate: "Then you don't like it now, or their soup is too bad for you to eat. Chopsticks?"
Lao Mao and the twin girls immediately raised their heads and looked over innocently.
Maybe the subordinates are afraid of the boss. Anyway, these three are very scared.
It felt strange when I smelled it. He was silent for two seconds while staring at Qi Shushu, stretched out his chopsticks and took a piece of mutton.
Lao Mao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to gobble. He hardly chews anything, and eats it whole, which looks extraordinarily fragrant, and looks very appetizing.
Xia Qiao ate two pieces of meat on the spot.
When smelling…
Going crazy when I smell it.
But he didn't show it at all on his face, instead he looked very cold. He swallowed the meat tastelessly, and in order to divert his attention, he thanked him and asked, "You didn't eat a few mouthfuls."
"It's okay." Xie asked, "I like hot things, but I'm not so interested in this."
"You don't like them doing this?" Wen Shi looked strange.
"Get used to it." Xie asked.
He glanced at Wen Shi's questioning expression, thought for a while and added, "I've led one before—"
He paused, as if considering his words.
Wen Shi glanced at him before he continued: "I brought a child back, and he is more greedy for these."
"What about the others?" Wen Shi asked again.
"It's gone." Xie Wen didn't raise his eyes, he held the cup and said, "It was a long time ago."
I still feel strange when I smell it. Since it was a long time ago, how can it be called a habit now? Are you just living in the middle years
He still wanted to speak, but Lao Mao scooped up a large bowl with a colander, and it was so delicious that he couldn't ignore the snoring sound.
When smelling: "… "
His stomach responded quietly, and finally he couldn't sit still.
"Where's the sink?" Wen Shi calmed down with a sullen face, and asked, putting his chopsticks down.
"Over there." Xie Wen pointed to a short corridor on the east side and said, "What's wrong?"
"It's stained with sauce." Wen Shi made up a reason and got up and walked to the short corridor.
There is a separate sink at the back of the short corridor. He hunched over in front of the sink and poured two handfuls of cold water on his face. The feeling of being hungry and dizzy was finally relieved.
As soon as he stood up straight, he felt the wind come in from the side. When I smelled it, I turned my head and found that the short corridor on the second floor was connected to the back door. The door was left open, and the wind slipped in from there. It was wrapped in rain, moisture and another... indescribable strange smell.
It's light, not bad, but a little familiar.
He was a little puzzled when he smelled it, so he walked over and opened the door.
Outside the door is an iron staircase that connects the back of this commercial street.
The back door of Xiping Garden is clean and deserted, facing the long fence. Inside the wall is the man-made lake view and small bamboo forest of Wangquan Mansion.
The rain was heavy, and the smell was hidden in the rain, sometimes there, sometimes not. He sniffed for a while while leaning on the stair railing, and finally recognized—
That's Hui Gu's taste.
The night before Shen Qiao's burial, he killed one Hui Gu who had turned into three drummers, and ran away two. He left something to track on Hui Gu who ran away, and ended up chasing after Xiping Garden.
In fact, I took the initiative to come to Xiping Garden today for this purpose.
When he first entered the store, he quietly paid attention, but he didn't find any trace, and he didn't expect it to be at the back door.
Wen Shiqiang energized, closed his eyes, and the scene in front of him became quiet. A trace as thin as water marks snaked to the edge of the wall and slid into the Wangquan Mansion. After that, it was so shallow that it was difficult to find.
So in fact, it has nothing to do with Xie Wen, but Wangquan Mansion
He opened his eyes after hearing it for a few seconds, frowning in thought.
Until the door behind him creaked.
"Why are you standing outside?" Xie asked.
When smelling: "… "
Why is there food chasing him.
"See if the rain has stopped." Wen Shi turned around and entered the short corridor.
His hands were stained with rust from the railing, and he had to go to the sink to wash it again.
Xie asked also seems to have just washed his hands. He didn't rush back to the table, he just closed the door and took out a paper towel when he passed over.
The movement brought a very light wind, obviously there was nothing, but when I smelled it, I felt that the strong evil spirit surrounded me.
He paused as he washed his hands, and his drooping eyes closed lightly.
Compared to the dining table, it is narrow and quiet. Perhaps because it is too quiet, those invisible things have a particularly strong sense of existence.
When he smelled, he lifted his eyelids, glanced at Xie Wen in the mirror, and saw that the other party was leaning against the wall behind him, meticulously putting on his gloves, as if he was waiting for him.
"Have you seen your own spirit?" Wen Shi suddenly said.
"Huh?" Xie Wen grabbed the edge of the glove and raised his eyes, "What do you mean?"
Not all judges can easily see the spirit of others, they are more of a feeling. For example, when I saw Xia Qiao, I felt that he was very clean, and when I saw Xie Wen, I felt that his karma was too heavy, and the more extreme it was, the easier it was to be perceived.
If they want to really see what the spirit looks like, they have to work hard and use other means.
Like Wen Shi, it is rare.
"Forget it." Impulsively, he dropped his eyes and pulled out a piece of paper towel when he smelled it. He was about to say, "When I didn't say it," when Xie Wen whispered "Oh": "You mean that I have a spiritual appearance. Those karma and evil spirits? Have you seen them."
"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"
When he looked at Wen through the mirror, his voice was low and deep, with a hint of hoarseness caused by coughing.
Maybe it's because the surrounding is too quiet. When I heard these words, there was an inexplicable charm.
He still stood in front of the pool with his back to Xie Wen, threw away the wiped paper, lowered his eyes for a moment, and suddenly asked, "If I say, can I help you melt a little?"
This time Xie asked really stunned.
He looked at Wen Shi for a long time and said, "Do you know what it takes to move something on an ordinary person?"
Anyone who has been a judge knows that for those who have been caged, the scattered black mist is a kind of vent and relief. As long as the person who is released is strong enough, they can all melt away.
But for a good normal person, it is not that simple to move the things on his body. No one has really studied this matter.
As a result, others can be full after eating, and do not take this kind of food as food.
This one screened out 99% of people other than Wen Shi.
Second, when Wen Shi used to stock up a lot of things, he didn't worry about eating at all.
So even he didn't know.
He was stopped when he heard the question, but the growing hunger made him unable to think of any answer, only a hint of irritability.
He held the joints with his downed hands, and said nothing, just about to say, "That's it."
But I heard Xie Wen say: "Forget it, try it."
He raised his eyes when he smelled: "Are you serious?"
Xie Wen stood up straight, let go of both hands, and smiled helplessly: "How to do it? Tell me the process, do you want to close your eyes?"
Wen Shi finally turned around to face him: "No need."
"You don't have to do anything." Wen Shi closed his eyes and said, "I'll come."
At that moment, Xie Wenshen's charming and demonic spirit appeared in his "eyes", and the black energy soared into the sky, like a group of snakes twisting in knots.
Obviously the most evil character, but quietly standing in front of him. The distance is not far away, and when you are close enough to smell it, you are surrounded by it.
When he smelled, he tried to stretch out his hand, and his lightly contoured fingers hooked a black mist.
Time seemed to suddenly stand still, and in the next second, the black mist suddenly became reckless and poured into his body along his fingertips.
That's an indescribable feeling...
The heartburn hunger was slowly suppressed, but another strange emotion turned up.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little sad.
When he smelled it, his fingers curled up and pulled back suddenly.
He opened his eyes, raised his head with frown, and found that Xie Wen was looking at him halfway down.
"Boss—" Lao Mao's voice came from the other end of the short corridor, "Someone is looking for it!"
Wen Shi recovered from his daze, took a step back, and turned sideways to make way for him, "The clerk called you."
"Are you okay?" Xie Wen glanced over there and said to Wen Shi.
"It's okay." Wen Shi said.
The previous sadness seemed to be only for a moment, and it disappeared in an instant.
So much so that he himself can't remember what happened just now, and there is only one feeling left in his body, and he accidentally said it.
"I'm full, thank you," he said.
Xie asked: "… "
Xie asked: "?"