The temperature of the air conditioner upstairs was already at its lowest level. Pixiu still took off his clothes and wiped his sweat before walking to the air vent to blow it. Wen Xi followed suit, and asked Feng Du again what he meant by what he just said.
"He said a lot, which sentence do you mean?" Pi Xiu stretched out his arms to embrace him.
Wen Xi suddenly jumped to the side: "You have sweat on your body!"
"What's wrong? It's not like I didn't hug me when I was sweaty, and it's not sweat, it's manly." Pi Xiu frowned and touched his hair: "Come here, I'm so hot."
"Then you have to tell me what Feng Du said about the extreme cold." Wen Xi sniffed: "What else is the cause of death that is unusual, and the soul is cold."
Pixiu paused: "You really don't remember how you died?"
"I really don't remember this." Wen Xi whispered, "Sometimes it hurts to think about it."
Pixiu pulled the ghost in front of him, put his hand on his neck, and felt the skull along the cervical spine. Suddenly, his fingers touched a hard bulge. He asked, "Are you always bowing your head?"
Wenxi: "Huh?"
"I see that your cervical vertebrae are protruding, and it seems that there is a problem with your sitting posture. I will give you a back to me tomorrow." Pi Xiu let go of Wen Xi's arms and said casually: "Since the If you can't remember, don't think about it, what if you think about it and lose your soul, then you won't even have the next life."
Wen Xi was so angry that she gritted her teeth and couldn't scold, she could only say, "You haven't answered my question yet."
Pixiu: "The things that are extremely cold are the things that are extremely cold. Thousand-year ice and ten-thousand-year marrow, candle dragon lungs and human tears are all good things."
"These things are put together with my... my bones?" Wen Xi asked cautiously.
Pi Xiu laughed: "You think beautifully, these good things are all worth a fortune, it's really a waste to use on a mortal like you, but the jade jar that holds you is a good thing, and it can be regarded as ten thousand year jade when rounded up. marrow."
"Where is that jar?" Wen Xi asked quickly.
Pi Xiu raised his brows: "I'll take the pickled kimchi."
Wen Xi's face turned pale, and he didn't mention it in one breath.
"The size of the jar is just right, and it can keep the temperature at a low temperature. If it is covered and placed in a cool place, I can make frozen pears and frozen persimmons. It also saves electricity."
Wen Xi clenched his fists: "That's the bone altar that let go of my bones, you just..."
Pixiu: "Hey, if you don't tell me, who knows if I don't tell you. And I let the small broom wash the jar six or seven times, and it's very clean. Besides, we don't eat it ourselves."
Wen Xi turned her head and left, grabbed the landline on the sofa and started calling.
"What are you doing?" Pixiu asked.
Wen Xi said coldly: "Call the Food Supervision Administration, I want to report your unqualified hygiene inspection."
Pi Xiu laughed angrily: "I don't understand the joke? I really don't want to do business with your ashes and pickle pickles? Don't say you're disgusted, I'm going to be disgusted when I think about it."
"Then where are my bones and the jar?" Wen Xi stared at him and asked.
Pixiu threw the phone in his hand aside, frowned, and said, "I'll keep it well, no one wants your rubbish."
"Really?" Wen Xi didn't believe it.
Pixiu's face darkened: "Believe it or not."
Seeing the old monster's face changed, Wen Xi immediately changed his face, turned from the incarnation of Hei Yasha and wrapped his fingers softly, walked over and took the initiative to put his arms around Pi Xiu to cool down: "Why are you angry, I'm not scared by you yet."
"Pay attention to the distance." Pixiu pulled him away: "Don't let them see and misunderstand."
Wen Xi sneered in her heart. When it was hot, she held it tighter than anyone else. Now when you don't need it, just throw it away and keep your distance. You, who is named Pi, are really not a thing.
In the past, that old eccentric grandfather could be coaxed into the house and his grandchildren favored him. What is there to be afraid of with an uneducated thousand-year-old monster? There are always more methods than difficulties, and you have to arrange him clearly.
The mud man still has a three-point temper, and the ice pillow also has his own professional ethics!
Pixiu saw that he was standing on the side and didn't stick to it, and he was satisfied that this little thing was quite sensible and would wink at people. When the summer was over, he had to pick a good time to send him to give birth. No matter what, he had to give him a The fate of great wealth.
"I have something to do downstairs. You rest up there. Call me if you have anything."
Wen Xi didn't speak or look at him, stood on the side with his head down and didn't move.
"What's wrong?" Pi Xiu frowned, thinking that he was showing me his face
Wen Xi tilted her head and said, "Anyway, do you remember me when it's hot? Throw it away when it's not hot, and then find another jar to bury me, so that it won't meet your eyes."
Pi Xiu stared at Wen Xi's eyes that were starting to turn red, and his heart was a little flustered. Could it be that his words were really ugly
"I just use you as a pillow, you have to recognize your identity."
Wen Xi stared at him with his neck stuck, his eyes redder: "Yeah, I'm just a pillow."
The eyes of the two met, love and hate intertwined, Pixiu was in a trance for a while, feeling that he had gone to the wrong set, and the lines he said were not right.
"What are you going to do?" Pixiu rubbed his hair: "Don't get angry with me."
Wen Xi sneered and took two steps back, expressing her frustration to the fullest. The more Pi Xiu looked at it, the more wrong it became, and the body temperature that had dropped rose again, so he could only reach out to Wen Xi: "Don't make trouble, come over and let me hug."
Wen Xi didn't move.
Just now you ignored my love, but now I can't stand up to you.
Boss Pi, who couldn't afford to climb high, just took his hand, hugged Wen Xi and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't take the initiative to provoke me."
Wen Xi's trick succeeded with a calm face: "You posted it on your own initiative, but it's none of my business."
The two non-human guys hugged each other for a while, and Su An made three calls downstairs before Pi Xiu let go of the cold Wen Xi and went downstairs. As soon as he turned around, he saw the dead fish eyes in his account room.
Compared with the two sides, Wen Xi's peach blossom eyes with a smile on the corners of his eyes are really pleasing to the eye.
"What are you staring at me for?" Pixiu's expression sullen, posing as a boss.
Su An raised her hand and looked at her watch: "It has been fifteen minutes since I called you. Your movements are too slow. The guests will complain when they are in a hurry."
"Just complain, I'm not bad for this guest." Pi Xiu didn't care.
Su An pushed his glasses: "But there are rules in the store. You can get a discount when you don't have food and check out within the specified time."
Discount means less money, and less money means cutting the skin and repairing the meat. Hearing this, he immediately walked towards the kitchen, cursing and saying, "I see who dares to give less money."
Pixiu's signature dishes, which he cooks only once a month, have always been scrambled by the old gluttons. There are several oxen lining up to sell the number of salted fish.
Su An is well versed in the importance of hunger marketing, and he has also registered Xianyu to post information about scalpers helping to line up on it, using his position as a middleman to earn the difference, and then the difference is half the price of Pixiu, which can be considered as saving a little fortune over the years.
Every time he looks at the rising numbers on his account, he always sighs, Pixiu is really the ancestor of making money.
Pixiu went to the stove to heat the pot and set the dishes. The contents of the pot were three feet high, swirled in the air, and then fell firmly, without a drop of soup splashing outside.
Ornamental and artistic coexist, far beyond the level of cooking, towards the direction of acrobatics.
Standing beside the stove, Qiu Fu stared at Pi Xiu's movements, dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking, "Boss, how did you learn this skill?"
Pi Xiu's decoration forced Tiancheng to be rare and modest: "Without him, I only know you well."
It's all to blame that the gluttonous gluttons cheated him of all his money back then, causing him to run around to make money, and later work in a human restaurant to make money to support himself.
"Your Boss Pi used to set up a stall selling fried chestnuts with sugar." Ren Jiao didn't give him a single word to expose his face: "At that time, chestnuts were not selling well, so he went to the theater to learn from others, and every time he fried chestnuts, It is three feet tall, and people can give you a hundred pennies for rewards."
Qiu Fu suddenly changed his face and looked at his heroic boss sympathetically.
It is worthy of being an ancient great demon, able to bend and stretch, willing to bend down for five buckets of rice, this kind of mind is something that a fox from Qingqiu does not have, it is really a model of demons!
Pi Xiu glared at Ren Jiao with a dark face: "If you talk more, I will pull out all the scales for you!"
"I said why did you come down so late? There are people in the room who can't leave for a moment?" Ren Jiao sneered: "The old house is on fire, it seems that you can't escape."
Pi Xiu frowned: "Fuck you, he's clearly pestering me not to let me down. Humans are clingy and coquettish, even if they become ghosts, they can't change it, and if they don't hold him for a while, they dare to throw at me. face!"
The pots and pans under his hands rattled. Finally, the juice was collected and the pot was boiled. He divided the boiled soup into thirteen bowls, and told the monkey spirits to hurry up and deliver it.
Ren Jiao tutted from the side: "I didn't say anything about it two days ago, but today I'm holding it and refusing to let it go?"
Qiu Fu listened with a look of longing, and murmured: "When did I have someone hug me and don't want to let go?"
Pi Xiu glanced at him: "Go out and turn right for a thousand meters. It's the same as your brothers and sisters. Tomorrow I will let Su An make a small video for you and make it a celebrity chef, and tell those humans to go forward when they see you. Rush, the running water in the store can still rush."
Qiu Fu blushed and asked shyly, "Really?"
"Fake!" Pi Xiu irritably took off his apron and threw it aside, only to be held down by Ren Jiao.
Ren Jiao: "The jar you gave me, I put it back for you, the contents are clear, it's almost the same as what you said, the jar of thousand-year-old white chalcedony, the soul-soothing incense mixed with the tears of the candle dragon lung and merman, After being soaked in these things for hundreds of years, I don't blame him for having a cold soul."
Pi Xiu frowned: "Where did Taotie come from, such a good thing as the candle dragon lung?"
Ren Jiao: "Maybe it's the lung stone of the candle dragon that you picked up?"
Pixiu: …
It's not unreasonable, after all, it is enough for any monster to slap the big candle dragon.
But the little thing upstairs is really a treasure jar. Pixiu began to think deeply about the reason why gluttonous sent Wen Xi to him. He started from the debt relationship between the two and extended their friendship for many years. Summarize on your own red line.
He slapped his thigh and said with a wry hand, "Could it be that Taotie knew that he and I were connected by marriage, so he specially sent such a ghost over to pay my debts as a child bride!"
Ren Jiao immediately stood up and applauded: "Congratulations! You have learned to answer quickly!"
Is it drafted? What does taotie take himself for? Although he is a monster, he is also an aspiring monster who only has a single plot and loves nothing but money.
He wants money, not a ghost!