The store seemed to have returned to its former calm appearance. As for the agreements she made with others, she had never mentioned it to anyone.
Meng Xiaotao carried the bird cage and brought out the panicked requiem.
As soon as the Requiem bird saw Gu Huaiyu, it flapped its wings, tears glistening in its bean-sized eyeballs, and it was said that it never opened its mouth, finally making a sound.
"Save, save the bird, goo!" Requiem bird grabbed the birdcage, looking longingly at Gu Huaiyu.
Gu Huaiyu was a little surprised. Putting down the ledger in his hand, he asked, "What's the matter?"
Meng Xiaotao wiped the dark spots on her face. She had just come out of the kitchen because she had done something in the kitchen and accidentally got the ashes on her face.
"Ah? Oh, it's okay." Meng Xiaotao said with a grin.
She shook the birdcage, happily watching the tragic state of the requiem bird inside.
"Just now Xiao An said it hadn't been in the kitchen, so I took it in to have a look, and showed it the role of the kitchen."
Performed for the requiem bird, stir-fried bird meat, stewed bird soup, and braised in soy sauce.
Anyway, it is the final death method for all kinds of birds.
After speaking, Meng Xiaotao took out all her works from the cart behind.
That is plate of cooked bird meat.
Except for a few overdone and over-fried, most of them look pretty good.
When the requiem bird saw the dishes, it seemed as if it had been frightened, flapping its wings in the cage, trying to hide in the most corner, away from the dishes.
General Meng Xiaotao pushed over and looked at her expectantly, "Boss Gu, taste it?"
Gu Huaiyu watched her operation with a dubious laugh. Although she knew she was kind, she couldn't bear to see the requiem bird.
So she picked up the chopsticks and tasted the bird meat in front of the requiem.
The terrified Requiem: "..." I beg you to be your own!
"How is it?" Meng Xiaotao looked at her expectantly.
Gu Huaiyu paused, frowning slightly, "It's okay."
Meng Xiaotao: "Then can I bring Xiao An to cook with me in the future?" She added, "Xiao An said it doesn't believe there are other ways to do it."
Gu Huaiyu laughed, glanced at the pitiful Requiem, and finally nodded.
"Okay, but make sure it is still alive, whatever else is yours."
Hearing this, Requiem couldn't wait to faint immediately.
The meaning of this is very clear, as long as it can be guaranteed to be alive, other means are arbitrary.
Meng Xiaotao cheered, and happily took the bird cage and ran away, seemingly wanting to study the practices of other birds.
Gu Huaiyu looked at her leaving back with a smile in her eyes.
In fact, we can't blame Meng Xiaotao for targeting the Requiem bird. The main reason is that the other party really can't speak. When she said that Gu Huaiyu couldn't do anything, she was heard by Meng Xiaotao who was passing by, so the current thing happened.
Putting down the ledger in her hand, she felt a little empty in her heart. She didn't understand why, but she felt this way all of a sudden.
After thinking about it, she got up and went to the basement.
The basement is very clean, there is no other weird damp smell, it can be seen that people are cleaning it frequently.
In the center of the basement, there is a small circle of land on which a strange plant that has begun to rot is planted.
Starting from the roots, the gray-black things slowly moved up from the roots, and it looked like it would rot all the way soon.
Gu Huaiyu seemed to be accustomed to the smell of rotten here, she stepped forward and squatted in front of the strange plant. She didn't speak, but just watched quietly.
After a long time, she faintly said: "Hold on."
…
The doorbell rang and someone entered the store.
The person who came was a young man, but his hair was a little pale, and the sides of his cheeks were weirdly thin, and his eyes were slightly protruding out. It made people feel that he was going to be dysfunctional before long.
Meng Xiaotao still saw the ID card he handed over and realized that this person was only in his twenties, but he couldn't tell at all.
"Mr. Ye, what type of antiquities do you want to buy?" Meng Xiaotao asked respectfully.
But in fact, I thought of various things in my heart.
Because the other party obviously doesn't seem to come over to buy something.
The other party moved his mouth, his eyes were dull, and he wanted to say something, but after a long time, he didn't say it.
Meng Xiaotao stood quietly in front of the counter without urging.
The man stood there for a long time, and never said anything. Finally, under Meng Xiaotao's gaze, he slowly shook his head and turned away.
Meng Xiaotao: "???"
Although she felt a little strange, she didn't worry about it either.
After all, this kind of thing is fairly common.
But in the next few days, she would see the other person coming to the store from time to time, and they all watched without saying a word, and didn't know what she was looking at.
The strangest thing was that he seemed to lose weight every time he came to the store. This feeling was so obvious that even someone as crude as Meng Xiaotao was aware of it.
The door bell rang again.
Meng Xiaotao didn't lift her head, and said very skillfully, "Tea and pastries are on the table."
But the other party did not move at all, which is not the same as usual.
Meng Xiaotao raised her head unexpectedly and asked, "What's the matter?"
When she usually said that, the other party would have walked there a long time ago, and then spent an afternoon there leisurely.
But today seems a little different.
Ye Qing opened her mouth, her chapped and whitish lips moved and spoke for the first time.
I haven't spoken for a long time, the voice is very dry, and the speaking speed is also intermittent.
He licked the corner of his mouth and opened his mouth, "I think...I want to ask, you guys, do you accept anything here?"
Meng Xiaotao nodded directly, "I accept it, but it depends on what it is." Then he looked at the other party, but did not see what he was holding.
Ye Qing was silent for a while, and said, "It's a painting."
Meng Xiaotao thought for a while and asked, "It depends on the specific painting, so that we can set a price for you."
Ye Qing didn't speak, but after looking at Meng Xiaotao, he left the store.
Just when Meng Xiaotao felt strange, he came back again, this time holding something that looked like a picture frame without being used to cover it.
But there was fear on his face, and his face became paler, and the hand holding the picture frame trembled slightly.
"That's right, that's it." He randomly found a place for the picture frame, and then he hid far away, as if there was something terrifying in the picture frame.
Meng Xiaotao glanced at him strangely, and then opened the black cloth.
It was an oil painting. It was an old castle hidden in the dark, and above the old castle, a group of black crows hovered over it.