am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

Whether this dish is a physical attack or a magical attack, should I ask now, Wang Mo thought to himself.

He looked up, and saw Xun Ying also petrified after taking a bite of his own cooking.

"It's not tasty, don't eat it." Xun Ying said, then stood up and began to remove the plates.

"It's... delicious." Wang Mo comforted him out of conscience.

"The rice I cook recently is soft and rotten. It tastes like wax," Xun Ying said, and he didn't stop what he was doing.

"Let's go out and eat something."

Wang Mo summed it up, since it was the brother who spoke, he would follow suit, so he put on his coat and followed Xun Ying.

The two of them came out of the small courtyard and walked along the alley all the way. After walking around for a long time, they walked into a small fly restaurant, which seemed to be a time-honored shop.

"Ten drawers of steamed stuffed buns first." After taking their seats, Xun Ying said to the waiter who came to take their order.

How many Wang Mo hesitated for a moment, even though he is a half-child eating poor old man, but he can't eat much.

But soon, he discovered that Xun Ying's strength should not be underestimated.

Not long after the buns were served, he killed five drawers by himself, and his eyes had already settled on the sixth drawer.

Wang Mo: "..."

It seems that this matter is really exhausting, Wang Mo thought to himself, and pushed Baozi towards Xun Ying very perceptively.

"Thank you." Xun Ying said, so he continued to eat.

Just as he was sweeping across the sixth drawer, an old man with silver hair tremblingly came out from the back kitchen and joined the crowd watching the God of Cookery.

"Can I have some more?" The old man looked at it for a while and asked tentatively in a dry voice.

Xun Ying stopped and listened, then glanced at Wang Mo.

Wang Mo: "..."

Embarrassed, Wang Mo put down the half-bitten bun on his plate.

"Yes." Xun Ying stood up and replied.

"Sit, sit." The old gentleman hurriedly greeted him to sit down again, while instructing the back kitchen to continue serving dishes.

"When I was in charge of cooking here, there was a young man who was very good at eating. It's not a problem if he slipped his tongue." The old man narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling the years many years ago.

"I saw how similar your appearance and stature are to him."

"Really." Xun Ying said lightly.

"Our family is very good at eating. I think it was my grandfather you met before."

"That's a coincidence." The old man seemed to be happy, took the buns from the back kitchen, and handed them to Xun Ying.

"Eat more, this meal will be regarded as the store's greeting to you, don't be polite."

"How embarrassing." Xun Ying quickly stood up and took the bun from the old man's hand, rather reluctantly.

"It's okay, it's rare to meet." The old man said with some emotion.

He seemed to be hesitant to speak, and after a short pause, he opened his mouth and asked, "Then your grandpa..."

"He's still in good health, but he can't eat this anymore." Xun Ying said naturally.

Wang Mo felt a little sad when he heard this.

The old gentleman's body was not strong at all, not only was he not strong, but he was wrapped around his body by his own core as a bath towel.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo suddenly felt full.

The two had a full meal in the steamed stuffed bun shop, and the old shop owner gave them a lot of steamed stuffed buns again and again. The kindness was hard to refuse, and the two couldn't give in, so they had to go back with big bags and small bags.

Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying's back and felt that he seemed a little lonely.

Maybe he changed back to a young body, just wanted to see if the shop he liked many years ago was still there, but he didn't expect to meet an old man who had met so long ago.

He is still so young, but the people who have intersected with his life are getting old one by one.

What kind of experience is this?

Wang Mo hugged the bun with great regret, and followed Xun Ying, who was also holding the bun, back to the small courtyard.

In the end, Wang Mo chose a wing room and settled the bedding rolls. The two said good night to each other and rested.

-

Moonlight is like water.

Xun Ying looked at the moonlight outside the window and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

He really didn't expect that after so many years, he would still be recognized by others. Although he got away with it, the feeling of loneliness still lingered.

He turned over and sat up, he simply didn't sleep, put on his clothes and shoes directly, came from the bedroom to the living room, opened the door facing the courtyard, bent down, and knelt down to the heaven and the earth.

Just as Xun Ying kowtowed down, he felt something blocked the moonlight all over the place.

As soon as Xun Ying raised his head, he saw Wang Mo standing there in pajamas and nightcap, hugging the quilt with an embarrassed expression on his face, and coincidentally accepted a big gift from him.

Happy New Year, big brother and sister-in-law~