am i a devil

Just after Wang Mo was called by a ghost in his dream, "Your Majesty", he suddenly woke up.

Then he saw that their old cat was happily stepping on his face, with an expression of "you are awake, we finally cured your problem of seeing everything as a dog" on his face.

Wang Mo: "..."

After all, I am also a king, don't you understand if you step on someone but not on your face? Wang Mo slandered in his heart.

But when he saw Xun Ying walking in, Wang Mo forgot the complaints in his heart and got up straight away.

"Amo, are you having a nightmare?" Xun Ying asked Wang Mo.

Wang Mo nodded, and then realized that he still remembered a little bit of the dream this time.

I remember someone calling him "The King".

Wang Mo: "..."

I just had a dream, why is this dream still scolding? Wang Mo thought to himself.

"Brother, how did you find out that I was having nightmares?" Wang Mo asked Xun Ying as he looked at the sun shining on his ass outside, so he got up from the bed.

"I heard you shouting..." Xun Ying stopped talking at this point and did not continue.

"Your Majesty." The old cat completed the complete sentence for Xun Ying.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Amo, I think you are in a good mental state this time, are you getting used to it?" Seeing Wang Mo's embarrassed face, Xun Ying simply changed the subject and asked him.

Wang Mo thought about it carefully, and found that he was indeed basically not afraid in the second half of the dream. Not only was he not afraid, but there was even a trace of...

The main reason is that the ghost is too sculpted in sand, Wang Mo thought to himself, it is definitely not me who is sculpted in sand.

"Well, brother, I really seem to be a little bit bolder." Wang Mo then nodded.

"Don't worry too much, take your time," Xun Ying said.

"Let's have breakfast first."

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Wang Mo originally thought that he would have breakfast at home as usual, but when he got up, he realized that he had slept until the morning, and now he could only have an early lunch.

Wang Mo: "..."

He usually respects his teacher very much, and took the initiative to go out to buy breakfast, but now he can’t buy breakfast, and the lunch market has not yet opened. It seems that he is the only one who starts the fire besides being hungry. The problem is Wang Mo’s craftsmanship... ...In fact, he doesn't like to eat much himself.

"Brother, I'm sorry I got up late." Wang Mo said embarrassedly.

"Don't wait for me in the future, go and eat by yourself."

"It's okay." Xun Ying shook his head and said, "I'm not very hungry either."

"Otherwise, I'll take you out to eat." Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo's face full of self-blame, thought for a while and said.

"The lunch market isn't open yet, unless you go to a big restaurant..." Wang Mo said hesitantly.

There are also various fast food restaurants that are available 24 hours a day, but as a spiritually elderly person, Xun Ying would never eat these things, so Wang Mo simply didn't mention them.

"Let's go to the teahouse. There is a shop nearby that is open all day." Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo felt a little confused.

Haven't had breakfast yet, are you in a hurry to drink tea?

But he soon realized that Xun Ying seemed to have the habit of drinking tea first thing every morning.

This should also be inseparable from the characteristics of his spiritual elderly, Wang Mo thought, because he himself went to some nursing homes as a volunteer, and came into contact with some grandparents who still have many living habits in the past. They seem to like it. Get up in the morning and drink tea on an empty stomach, saying that you want to "shape your intestines".

When taking a bath, some old people also like to use very hot bath water, which makes Wang Mo, who helps the old man take a bath, feel a kind of flesh pain, and it is not a spiritual synaesthesia, but that he needs help Rubbing my back, my hand turned red like a pig's trotter when it touched the bath water.

Although these habits are not practiced by many people now, they have been passed down very well in Xun Ying's place, Wang Mo thought.

So Wang Mo followed Xun Ying to a teahouse.

This store seems to be a time-honored brand. Although it is already brunch time, the store is still full of customers, and it is a lively and prosperous scene.

Xun Ying led Wang Mo to find a small table for two with great difficulty and sat down.

The waiter came to help order, Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying, only to hear him say: "Mountain spring water, jasmine, double smoked."

So advanced, Wang Mo couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Sure enough, he saw the middle-aged waiter smiling appreciatively, as if he felt that Xun Ying was a regular customer who knew how to order and taste.

But Wang Mo was still a little worried, he had been hungry all night, whether he could bear the green tea and scratch again.

Just when he was worried, he heard Xun Ying say again: "Two bowls of noodles."

Wang Mo: "..."

It turns out that there are still noodles here, Wang Mo thought to himself, he thought that the only thing to drink in the teahouse was tea.

Sure enough, senior brother will not let me suffer, Wang Mo thought warmly in his heart.

"Brother, do you still sell noodles here?" Wang Mo asked Xun Ying curiously.

"Yes." Xun Ying nodded, he probably knew why Wang Mo asked such a question.

"Although it's called a teahouse, I will also buy some food and tea." Xun Ying explained to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo nodded thoughtfully as if his thirst for knowledge was satisfied.

Although he is a local, he grew up with snacks and big pots of rice. There is no such thing as a good thing that his parents take him to the restaurant. Mo generally still joins partners in the shop where he works, so there are only a handful of opportunities to go out to eat by himself, and he has never been to such a place that he thinks is quite tall.

"A similar shop also has morning tea." Seeing that Wang Mo was interested, Xun Ying continued to introduce him.

"Morning tea" Wang Mo repeated.

"Well, although the name is morning tea, the food inside is actually very rich." Xun Ying was very patient, and took the trouble to explain the science to Wang Mo.

That's great, Wang Mo thought, being with senior brother is gaining insight.

Wang Mo felt that his vision was not wide enough, so he always felt envious of people with a wide range of knowledge. Now facing Xun Ying who has made himself a general history, it can be said to be admiration.

Wang Mo nodded while thinking this way, and then looked at everything around him with curiosity, and then he saw that on each table, besides some basic furnishings, there was also an extra one with a clean coat. garlic.

Wang Mo remembered that when he was a volunteer, some old men liked to eat noodles with a few cloves of garlic, and then he looked at Xun Ying thoughtfully.

After a while, the noodles came up.

The wide soup and narrow noodles are just right, and the soup smells very rich and mellow.

Wang Mo couldn't help swallowing, but he still didn't move his chopsticks immediately.

On the contrary, Xun Ying was the first to hold up the chopsticks. This is also their dining habit, so Xun Ying didn't care.

After he lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of noodles, he found that Wang Mo still didn't move his chopsticks.

Xun Ying raised his head, and was about to ask Wang Mo what was going on, when he saw Wang Mo took a plate with several cloves of garlic on it, and brought it to Xun Ying with a raised eyebrow.

"Brother, the garlic is ready." Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

Xun Ying didn't have the habit of eating noodles with garlic, but seeing the enthusiasm of Wang Mo, the garlic peeler, he couldn't say no to it.

So Xun Ying took the eating dish Wang Mo handed over, and poured the garlic cloves into his own bowl of noodles.

Sure enough, Wang Mo was very happy. After watching Xun Ying eat the first garlic clove, Wang Mo also started eating noodles with his head down.

"Brother, the noodles here are really delicious." Wang Mo chatted with Xun Ying after eating delicious food.

"En." Xun Ying hummed lightly, and didn't say anything more.

Wang Moduo felt a little disappointed. He felt that his senior brother did not set him a rule of not talking when eating or sleeping. He usually chatted with himself when eating, but today he seemed to be lacking in interest. , I couldn't help but continue to bury my fluffy little head in the bowl to pick up rice.

In fact, it's not that Xun Ying is unwilling to chat with Wang Moduo, it's just that...

He felt the strong aroma of garlic in his mouth, and really felt that he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.