The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

I had originally expected the album to be released at the beginning of next year, but the people at Hot Wave Records wanted to release it by the end of the year. Although that was not impossible, it would be good to give them a big blow to wake them up. Sure enough, a few days later, manager Frey officially informed Jessica of the delay in the album's release.

"Relax, Frey."

Jessica looked at her agent's frowning brow and said comfortingly, "It's almost November now. Can we expect to catch up with Britney in the first week? Early next year, early next year. A one-month delay will still allow us to participate in next year's awards evaluation, right? Besides, I do still have some songs left."

“No one expected a monster to emerge in the fourth quarter.”

Frey shook his head and put down the newspaper in his hand: "You are right, Jesse, this song "...Baby One More Time" is terrible. I have never seen a song that can brainwash the audience so quickly. It is simply a work of genius... Oh, sorry, I lost my temper. After all, this song was not written by Britney, she was just the original singer."

"But this doesn't affect her first step towards becoming a global superstar, does it? There's a saying that goes, 'You're at the peak as soon as you debut. Maybe Britney can even get a Grammy nomination for this." Jessica said what happened in history: "Relax, she's not on the same level as us anymore."

"Okay, okay, I understand..."

Ignoring her nagging agent, Jessica walked into the rehearsal room and picked up her guitar.

We arrived a little early today and had to wait for all the band members to arrive.

The energetic girl Lucia was the first to rush in. When she learned that Jessica also had a cat, she excitedly said that she would take Dede to play with the little black cat. Then Jessica said that Dede had been beaten up, and the Gotham kittens had a strong sense of territory, so it was better not to offend them.

After deciding to add more tracks to the album, the band started rehearsing and recording again. Jessica did prepare a few songs, and originally wanted to use them as surprises for performances in the next few months, but she didn't expect to stumble upon this kind of thing by accident.

Fortunately, everyone was in great shape and we officially finished the recording on October 10st.

"Where are you going to play?"

"what?"

In the evening, Jessica left the recording studio with her guitar case on her back. Lucia chased after her and said, "It's Halloween! Tomorrow is Halloween! Don't tell me you're just going to the bar for a drink! I know there's no shortage of activities in Camden at this time of year. Do you want to go check it out with me?"

"Uh... I'd rather stay home, actually." Jessica shook her head: "It's been tiring these past few days."

“That’s why we need…”

Lucia pouted: "Okay, happy Halloween then."

"Thanks, have fun."

Ms. Drew had no interest in Halloween. She would rather bring more corpses back to feed the Countess's family. Affected by the disappearance of Mr. Watson some time ago, several Black Light servants and Donna stayed in the Silent Hill Church for almost a month. When Miss Watson brought the "food" a few days ago, the Countess's family was starving, and the scene of eating made Donna tremble.

It's not that these servants are useless. They are just physical for Miss Watson. In real battle, they can't even use guns. The three Lala sisters like to chop people with one-handed sickles. Although Countess Achina is stronger, she has no chance to appear.

It’s too recognizable.

Besides, with the Countess's combat intelligence, it is very likely that she will be hit by a concentrated fire. That custom-made long skirt has no spare parts and is not designed to be wear-resistant. Is it possible that she will release a 2.9-meter half-naked woman next time she attacks?

Jessica turned back into Watson in the alley, changed her clothes and went into the supermarket to pick out ingredients for dinner. If nothing unexpected happened, there would definitely be some activities tonight, and it would be a role-playing game that has become more and more extreme recently. His girlfriend's mental state has been too excited recently. Even if this is good for her mental health, it has become a torture for Watson.

Yes, it's Halloween.

God knows how this woman thought of celebrating Halloween.

I bought two sets of sexy witch costumes...who should I give one of them to?

good question.

“Thank you for your patronage!”

After dealing with the cashier, Watson carried the bag and got into a taxi.

Knowing that Baron Otto might come to London, he no longer appeared around Michela's house in the image of Jessica, and even stopped letting his girlfriend visit the King's Tavern Apartment. And Nisha had also formed an intelligence team a while ago, specifically keeping an eye on Otto's possible exposure and providing feedback at any time.

Of course, Spider-Woman also frequently appeared to attract media attention. London reporters were completely obsessed with the traffic she brought. No matter what the scandal of the MPs or the incompetence of the government, it was not as good as a hot and sexy superhero girl in a tights.

Jessica had at least encountered several cases of pretending to be a victim, the purpose was to lure her over, and she thought Otto had finally taken the bait, but she never thought that they were all fanatical fans. The most outrageous one was pretending to jump off a bridge to commit suicide, causing traffic congestion, and finally insisted on hugging herself.

Fortunately, she is a little girl.

This photo also made the headlines of the newspaper and was ridiculed by Michelle for a while. The problem is that Jessica really doesn't want to be Spider-Man's enthusiastic good neighbor!

Forget it, let’s cook.

Boom!

Hand up and down!

"Chicken tonight?"

Michelle came over to take a look and pinched her boyfriend's butt.

"Don't make trouble, okay?"

"No." She bit her ear with two rows of teeth, and Watson turned his head helplessly to cooperate with his girlfriend's mischievous actions. At this time, the doorbell rang, and Miss Butterfly Knife had to let her boyfriend go, holding the gun and went to look at the peeping mirror on the side of the front door.

After a while, his girlfriend came back, but her expression was not very good. Watson turned his head back and saw the reason why she was unhappy - Nisha was standing at the kitchen door, wearing a gorgeous dark red court dress. The vampire princess also specially made a complicated bun hairstyle. The whole person was like a resurrected classical beauty in an oil painting.

In comparison, Michelle's sexy witch costume was completely inferior.

"It's really hard for you to rush here at night."

Miss Butterfly Knife regretted agreeing to come to the party tonight: "Do you need me to show my respect? It's really neglectful of me not to prepare a pre-dinner performance for you."

"I think you're fine."

Nisha suddenly hugged Michela and sizzled.

Watson nearly cut his finger.

Okay, it was a kiss on the face...but what's with that guilty look on your face?

"I'll wait for you in the living room." The vampire princess waved her hand, smiled with satisfaction and walked away, leaving Michelle alone to face Watson, whose head had turned 180 degrees. Miss Butterfly Knife was silent for a few seconds, and protested angrily: "What are you surprised about? Rupert kissed me on the mouth at the beginning!"

"No, I'm wondering when you, uh..."

"Isn't this what you want to see?" Michelle crossed her arms and killed the game with a question.

"That's right..." Watson twitched his lips and turned to continue cutting the chicken: "I'd better cook first."

Michella snorted and disappeared through the door.

"Well, this day will come sooner or later." Watson said to himself and cut the chicken head in half with a knife. This was entirely according to his personal taste, because many Europeans and Americans don't eat chicken heads at all, and don't even eat animal offal.

In his previous life, he had seen so many foreigners come to the East to eat and were surprised by the food. Watson experienced it himself and realized that these videos were indeed exaggerated, but they were definitely reasonable. Especially British food, which was the same over and over again, and he had long been tired of eating it at Carter Manor.

If not, Watson wouldn't have learned to cook.

What he hated most in his previous life was his parents urging him to learn how to cook.

What men must know how to cook, do housework, earn money to support the family, etc. In my previous life, I was fighting against this traditional concept. Now that I think about it, I was just fighting for the sake of fighting. When I meet men who have full housekeeping skills, I will envy them to some extent, and I envy them even more for finding a good woman.

Is this enough oil?... How much did Master Wang say to put in last time?

......

After one hour.

"Is it tasty?"

"Great." Michella tore the chicken drumsticks with his hands and glanced at Nisha who was holding a glass of wine opposite him provocatively: "I didn't expect your cooking skills to improve so much. Before, you could only make butter fried toast with bacon, eggs and milk, although I liked it very much."

"I'm also planning on learning how to make soup." Watson shrugged, quietly sent a thank you text message to Master Wang, and then pretended nothing had happened and picked up the red wine glass: "Toast...what should I toast?"

The two women laughed, and it was Nisha who shook the blood in the cup: "Tomorrow."

"To tomorrow."

"To tomorrow."

hum-

Watson's phone vibrated.

[Remember to pay me for that chicken.]

Sender: Lao Wang. 】

"what happened?"

"Nothing." Watson had just finished speaking when the door was knocked again. Michella and Nisha grabbed their guns at the same time and turned their heads to look at the door. Miss Butterfly Knife lived in seclusion and no one in the neighborhood knew her. How could someone knock on the door?

"I'll go." Without letting the two women take action, Watson put on a mask, tucked his pistol into his waist, and walked over to open the front door, only to see two short figures wearing devil masks: "Hey! I told you there's someone here!"

Why are they two little brats?

"Ahem! Trick or treat!" One of the children shouted loudly, and it sounded like a boy.

"Kids, tomorrow is Halloween." Watson looked around and saw a fat woman hiding in the corner, greeting him with a smile. This was probably a scene where the mother was so annoyed by her child that she had to bring him out, but was too worried to let the child ask for candy by himself.

"Mom! Why are you still here!" Sure enough, the little girl turned around and screamed.

"Okay, okay! I'll leave right away!"

The fat woman waved her hands and shrank back.

"For you guys."

Watson was very glad that he had grabbed two handfuls of candy while shopping today. Seeing the two children running out screaming, he nodded to the fat mother, closed the door and returned to the living room. Michelle and Nisha leaned against the bunker on the left and right, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed at this side: "Who is it?"

"Robber, take some candy from me."

"what?"