[Cat and Mouse] Can't learn to play cards according to common sense

Zhan Zhao took Bai Yutang to dinner.

To be precise, it was Zhan Zhao who went to eat and took Bai Yutang to watch.

At first Bai Yutang was reluctant.Although he doesn't need to eat, his memory of food has not been erased, and the experience of being unable to eat is not at all uncomfortable.Later, he gradually felt that he would be more comfortable smelling the fragrance, so he didn't have much resistance.The demand for food smells seems to have increased in the past few days, so when Zhan Zhao proposed to go to the restaurant, he readily accepted.

So they are looking for dishes with a stronger smell.In this weather, it's either hot pot or barbecue.Considering that Bai Yutang may still have a psychological shadow on the fire, Zhan Zhao chose to barbecue, at least a real-time heat source is not necessary.

Although Bai Yutang was only three-point moved by his concern, the remaining seven-point was disdain.

The boss courteously served tea and handed him (them) menus.Sitting on the table, Bai Yutang watched Zhan Zhao tick the box with great interest, gesticulating from time to time.

Bai Yutang: No chicken feet!

Zhan Zhao: Why?

Bai Yutang: Those who stepped on the mud are so dirty!

Zhan Zhao: Now they are chickens from farms, let alone mud, I’m afraid they haven’t even stepped on sand.

Bai Yutang: No matter.

Zhan Zhao: ...

Bai Yutang: No bullwhip!

Zhan Zhao: Why?

Bai Yutang: It's okay to be crazy with you, but I don't want to be crazy all night.

Zhan Zhao: ...

Bai Yutang: No duck tongue!

Zhan Zhao: Why?

Bai Yutang: Otherwise, if you want to kiss me later, I will think of a duck.

Zhan Zhao: ...

Bai Yutang: No——

Zhan Zhao: How about you have some?

Bai Yutang: No.

Zhan Zhao: You don’t eat and still ask so many.

Bai Yutang: If I eat it, you think it will be your turn to order some.

Zhan Zhao: ...

The boss looked at Zhan Zhao who was talking to the air like he was crazy, and silently stood a little further away.

Zhan Zhao handed the menu to the boss and concentrated on talking to Bai Yutang.

Zhan Zhao: Did you appear in front of outsiders that once?Scaring people in a haunted house?

Bai Yutang: Yes.That's because it's more gloomy and atmospheric.

Zhan Zhao: So when will you be able to manifest as you wish?

Bai Yutang: What do you want to do?

Zhan Zhao: I just don’t want to be regarded as crazy.

Bai Yutang: According to the theory of goblin cultivation, you need to absorb more yang energy.

Zhan Zhao: Hey!

Bai Yutang: But I'm not a fairy!Put away your wretched expression!

Zhan Zhao: How can I be wretched!

Bai Yutang: Alright, put away your...then...

Zhan Zhao: An expression of admiration.

Bai Yutang: Bah.

Zhan Zhao buried his head and laughed, trying not to make too much noise so as not to attract onlookers.Bai Yutang stared at him, stretched out his foot to kick his shoulder, but he didn't dare to use too much force to avoid falling headfirst.

The dishes were served quickly, and Bai Yutang watched Zhan Zhao gorging himself with gloom.Zhan Zhao looked up at him, and pointed to his lips, meaning to wipe his saliva.Bai Yutang reached out to touch it, but there was nothing, picked up the bamboo stick and tapped the back of Zhan Zhao's hand.Zhan Zhao didn't feel any pain or itching, and rubbed it symbolically.

When I went to get the next string, it was empty.Turning his head, a seven or eight-year-old boy at the next table came over at some point, holding the last skewer of barbecued meat on the exhibition plate in his hand.

Zhan Zhao:? ? ?

Bai Yutang:? ? ?

Bai Yutang: Do you know him?

Zhan Zhao shook his head.

Bai Yutang: Know his mother?

Zhan Zhao continued to shake his head.

Bai Yutang: Then what is he doing?

Without saying a word, Zhan Zhao reached out and took the barbecue back from the boy's hand.The boy froze, looked at Zhan Zhao, looked at the barbecue, and looked at his own hands, and burst into tears, calling for meat while crying.

The mother of the boy who only cared about eating by herself immediately looked this way, hugged the child with one arm, and poked in the direction of Zhan Zhao with the bamboo stick that was not clean in the other hand.From Zhan Zhao's point of view, if false fingers could kill, he would have died three or four times by this woman's hands.

Woman: Why are you bullying my child when you are so big!

Zhan Zhao: When did I bully him?

Woman: Did you bully him by taking his flesh?

Zhan Zhao: This is what I ordered.

Woman: What's wrong with your order!Giving food to children will make you poor!

Zhan Zhao: ...

Bai Yutang: Oh, the shrews of your era are all like this.