【Lianbei】Food marrow to know the taste

"...You mean, I was originally a soul eater transformed from 'Beijing Roast Duck', living in a place called Kongsang?"

Holding on to the railing, Bei Jing casually asked.The sky was as clear as blue, with a few idle clouds floating leisurely, and laughter and applause came from far away on the basketball court.The girls in the next class happily discussed something and walked out of the classroom, said hello to Bei Jing, glanced at the "exotic costume" next to him and ran away laughing.

Bei Jing also greeted them with a smile, then simply turned around and leaned against the railing, leisurely blowing at the too long hair in front of the tip of his nose.

The young master nodded heavily, a little puzzled by his unhurried appearance, and added: "And you are still the little emperor in Soul Eater! There are a bunch of duck followers, called duck one duck two..."

"Eh……"

Bei Jing showed an expression of being defeated by you, and frowned, imagining for a moment that he was wearing a majestic dragon robe in a costume drama, but he was followed by a group of... ducks with teeth and claws behind him.No matter how you look at it, something is wrong!To say that the big geese he saw when he was a child are more scary, no, why can't he command thousands of troops even though he is the emperor?A bunch of poultry, what a shame.

The silent Buddha Tiaoqiang seemed to have seen something, lightly patted the young master's shoulder to signal him not to worry, and asked with a smile: "I'm sorry to disturb you to rest. But...you are sorry for 'Kongsang' Do you really have no impression of this word?"

The handsome man who was a few steps closer was surrounded by a strange fragrance. Bei Jing pursed his lips and looked away thoughtfully.

Buddha Tiaoqiang took advantage of the victory and chased after him: "You look at this photo, doesn't it look familiar?"

The young master took out a photo that was accidentally folded at the corner from his pocket, probably because it was torn in the pocket for too long, the originally bright picture seemed to have faded.Bei Jing took it. In the photo, he was wearing conspicuous and gorgeous clothes like anime cosplay clothes standing in front of the stove, as if he was cooking.Various ingredients were placed on the table, while the young man held a carrot in his left hand and made a flamboyant V in his right hand, showing a huge smile at the camera.

Woohoo...that really looks like the kind of silly pose he could do.

"Little emperor, do you remember anything?"

Bei Jing clicked his tongue a few times, held up the photo to look up and down, and suddenly turned his head as if suddenly enlightened.

"Absolutely not."

The young master took back the photo discouragedly, and Bei Jing turned around, looking at the peaceful campus in the distance, the spring breeze blew the corner of his white shirt: "You said that I am not a human being, but a soul-eating dish transformed into a dish ? Peking duck? This is too ridiculous. First, although I go to school in Beijing, my family’s ancestral home is in Nanjing..."

“The predecessor of Beijing roast duck is Nanjing salted duck!!”

Bei Jing rolled his eyes back bluntly: "Second, I'm pretty sure that I'm just an ordinary person. You say I'm a soul eater, so does the soul eater have any special abilities?"

The young master was stunned for a moment, Buddha Tiaoqiang had a strange fragrance on his body, the roast suckling pig could instantly set a house on fire, and the Beijing roast duck...

"You always get a swarm of ducks jumping on you as soon as you speak!"

... Even Buddha Jumping over the Wall felt that there was some reason why he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Bei Jing couldn't help laughing, thinking that he used to fight in the alley, but he was considered a master.Who doesn't rush behind his ass when he shouts?When playing those games, I was often promoted as the emperor, but leading a group of ducks...

No, impossible, does not exist.

He nimbly passed between the two nonsense guys, stood at the door of the class and waved to them: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap. By the way, don't spread what you said today in school. Otherwise people will think I'm crazy..."

The young master's expression was very gloomy, and Bei Jing saw it, and was inexplicably awkward, and then added: "But if you want to eat roast duck with me, there is no problem! Which restaurant in Beijing is delicious and cheap? I know it best, bye !"

The boy in the white shirt turned around and entered the class, winked at the buddies in the front row, pulled away the stool and fell asleep on the table with a bang.The small face is pressed against the thin white arms; the hair on the forehead is scattered, barely covering the closed eyes.

Indeed, no matter how you look at it, he looks like an ordinary boy.

……

When the bell rang at the end of the evening self-study, I grabbed the schoolbag I had packed earlier, and rushed out of the classroom door with a few buddies.The young female teacher who happened to pass by was startled, and Bei Jing, who rushed to the front, shouted "I'm sorry, teacher!" from a distance when the stairs turned the corner.With a bright smile, the teacher grasped the teaching plan and sighed a few times about his youth, and couldn't bear to punish him.

In the shed, the upper seat is unlocked with the momentum of an F1 racer, and a bicycle with a large beam can be ridden better than anyone else.He kicked out of the school gate like a fly, waved his hand to say goodbye, and then got into a dark alley, and the speed of the car gradually slowed down.

Leaving those derivative variables behind, Bei Jing held the handlebar with one hand, stroked the hair on his forehead, and enjoyed the oncoming evening wind.It was still a bit cool in the spring evening, but I still didn't bother to pull the coat out of the car basket.It was late, and the old men playing chess in the alley also went back to make tea and sleep.Only someone's lazy cat is lying at the door and rolling its eyes quietly.

Bei Jing stepped on the pedals leisurely, and the bicycle staggered forward unscrupulously.He thought of the two weirdos who suddenly appeared at noon today, just after lunch.He stopped him and said a bunch of inexplicable things... I don't know if it's a prank by the animation club?That would be too professional.Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten Peking duck?

Bei Jing had no parents and was raised by his uncle since he was a child.When he accidentally saw the adoption certificate, he never asked those questions about his parents. He obediently called him uncle, and when he got carried away, he would directly hook his shoulders and call him brother.

Uncle is a chef in a restaurant and is usually very busy.Since he was in high school, he would make a few convenient side dishes for Beijing to bring back as supper before leaving the stove, and most of the time they were still hot.But sometimes Bei Jing was too playful at school, and fell asleep right after returning home.When I wake up the next morning, I only see a prepared breakfast, or my uncle who is still catching up on sleep.Then the boy put on his school uniform and walked through the alley like the wind again.

Uncle's specialty dish is indeed Peking duck, but most of the chefs who work in Beijing know how to do it... Well, if I am really a Peking duck.No, no, the ability to summon a bunch of ducks anytime, anywhere is really too low.So what kind of dish will feel domineering?

"Broken—"

It seemed that his mind was distracted, and one of the handlebars was unsteady, and the old [-]th fell heavily to the ground together with the boy.The schoolbag was also lost. Fortunately, I didn’t bring anything with me when I came back at night, and the zipper was pulled tightly so that nothing fell out.

"Wow, it hurts..." He stumbled to his feet, grabbed his schoolbag, and looked at himself by the light of someone nearby.There was nothing wrong with wearing long trousers on the legs, but the skin on the hands was scratched and there was some blood.Grinning his teeth, Bei Jing fumbled for an unopened pack of wet wipes from his pocket and wiped it, but the blood suddenly came out again.

Anyway, it's not uncommon for him to have suffered more serious injuries during the "Fighting Quartet" before.After the wet wipes were used up, he didn't want to care about this small wound anymore, so he stood up and wanted to go back by bike.Just when Bei Jing was trying to get up——

"!"

A cold hand suddenly pinched his injured wrist, and the hot and humid breath sprinkled on it, itching.

Bei Jing stared dumbfounded at the man who suddenly appeared.

The man's black hair was scattered, covering most of his face, and he was wearing very strange clothes.But what surprised him even more was that this man seemed to have suddenly melted out of a black ink-like darkness, as unimaginable as a ghost.

"You, are you...?"

He persuaded himself that he should be an enthusiastic passer-by to take care of him, did he fall blind and people didn't see him when he came over?With a dry smile on his mouth, he wanted to pull his hand back, but was squeezed tightly by the man.

The man stuck out his tongue and lightly licked his bloody wound.

"It's so sweet."

He looked up at the boy, his eyes were bright like a red soul wandering in a horror movie, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, Bei Jing was still immersed in the shock of being licked by someone just now, so he suddenly withdrew his hand and took a few steps back, the expression on his face completely froze.

——Who is this person? !

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Bei Jing: Who is it!Who wants to rape underage boys in the street!