[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

The chubby big white snake erected its upper body, its head was a little less ferocious and more charming because of the color, and the bright red snake letters stretched out from time to time, which was Nagini's vigilant form.

Probably due to domestication, even though the little girl is wild, she will not or rarely make such a form. Usually, she just lazily nests in the corner of the yard to bask in the sun, completely ignoring the people passing by.

Unless the person passing by is Tom Riddle.

The man in the white shirt opposite raised his eyebrows, stopped what he was doing, and looked at the big white snake in front of him with a funny expression.

Of course he knew the identity of this snake. No matter how the other party tried to taste him yesterday, he was very impressed. He didn't expect to forget him completely in a day.

"Hiss~ hiss!"

At this time, Nagini was very happy to see his backer, his straightened upper body became more confident, and his demonstration against the man gradually became louder.

At this time, the scene in the courtyard has become one against two.

The man in the white shirt was located by the well in the lower right corner of the yard. Right in front of him was Nagini with his upper body erect, and next to the big white snake was a vigilant black-haired boy.

"I don't know what sir is doing in the courtyard?" The black-haired boy hid the lifeless big white snake behind him without showing any trace, while testing him.

From the first time he saw the other party, the strings behind his head were tensed, and he always felt that some danger was slowly approaching, even though he smiled very gently.

The man has an extremely handsome face, and his actions are very gentlemanly, especially those extremely deep black eyes, any woman in this world would probably bow down for him.

The shirts on both arms were rolled up meticulously, the table knife in his hand was very dexterous, as if it had a soul, and the tender ginger was cut into slices.

There is one more table beside the well than last night, and there is a large porcelain bowl on it. The pile of ginger slices in the bowl has been turned into a lotus shape, which proves that the man has been here for a long time.

The most important thing is that there is still a pile of intact young ginger at the man's feet, and it will take a long time to finish it.

Ginger, as the main seasoning in Chinese food, removes fishy smell, enhances flavor, and makes meat ingredients more tender. However, it is not pleasing because the taste is too strong. At least Tom Riddle doesn’t like it very much. I prefer spices like rosemary.

Ginger has many uses, besides being used as seasoning, it also has other uses, such as pickled ginger...

"As the newest permanent worker in the store, getting up early is the basic attitude towards this job."

Regarding the boy's question, the man's attitude was very friendly, and he continued to move his hands, turning the ginger into neat ginger slices.

Long-term workers?

Tom Riddle thought he had heard it wrong, and thought back to the word he had just heard, and sadly realized that he had heard it right. The man in front of him was an upper-class gentleman who didn’t fit in with the working class. Became a new long-term worker in their shop.

My shopkeeper really dares to accept anyone!

"Then he gave you these gingers yesterday??" The 'he' in the words naturally refers to the unscrupulous shopkeeper who is sleeping in the room at this time.

As the person in charge of purchasing goods in the store, Tom Riddle could tell at a glance that the ginger in front of him was the batch that the owner specially ordered in the suburbs last month. Coincidentally, the farmer delivered all the ginger harvested last night. come over.

"...Of course!" Hannibal's face was full of helplessness, which made him look like a nice guy.

After trying to escape from the yard last night and being threatened by a shopkeeper, he returned to the guest room. Just as he was about to go back to sleep, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside, and a bag of ginger with fresh soil on it was smashed directly. come over.

Accompanied by a faint sentence: "Take care of these before noon tomorrow!"

"Remember, it must be cut into slices!" Before Hannibal could react, the other party left with such a sting.

Distressed in capital letters!

Although the man didn't say what happened next, the young man who had also been squeezed for many years could fully understand the other party's mood. Although his expressionless face remained unchanged, his attitude was much better.

Tom Riddle touched the head of the big white snake behind him, and motioned for the latter to play by himself.

Nagini shook his head, and then he was patted a few times, but the little girl didn't care, so she just looked for a place to bask in the sun.

"Then you need to go to his room to report the progress!" The black-haired boy glanced at the table, and as they talked, the number of gingers under the man's feet dropped sharply.

Freshly peeled ginger cannot be exposed to the air for too long, too much oxygen will make the taste rough, and pickled ginger needs ginger because its fibers are not aged.

"???"

The smile on the corner of Hannibal's lips froze, and he didn't understand what the other party meant.

"I'm going to practice later," Tom Riddle tugged at the clothes on his body, feeling the sweat on his palms, frowned, and looked up at Hannibal who was cutting ginger in front of him: "The shopkeeper got up Just please sir!"

He heard Nagini's voice just now when he was practicing, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes when he came over halfway, and now he has to go there and continue.

The doubling of training mentioned yesterday was not a joke. Tom Riddle consciously felt that he had practiced internal exercises in the guest room for almost two hours, and usually one hour was enough.

Of course, practicing kung fu requires both internal and external training. Internal kung fu is practiced every morning, while external kung fu requires exercise.

"Wake up?" the man asked.

In his memory, he has never had the experience of waking someone up, let alone yelling at the violent man who kicked his door in the middle of the night yesterday. The words of the black-haired boy gave him a bad feeling.

"Well, that guy needs someone to call every day," Tom Riddle immersed himself in arranging his clothes, and when he heard the other party's question, he responded and pointed casually: "It's the room in the middle."

After finishing speaking, Tom Riddle didn't even look at the expression on the man's face. He waited until the exercise clothes on his body stayed where they should be, and then looked up seriously at the man in front of him, whose every move and every move revealed a well-educated man.

He wasn't worried about being rejected.

Because the time in the process of pickling ginger is very limited, the ginger is mixed with salt after cutting the ginger slices, and the error in the middle cannot exceed 30 minutes, especially the work of salt mixing needs to be done by the owner himself, and others are likely to fail, so it is It means that this person will definitely go.

In this case, it is the same whether he goes or not.

After thinking it through, the black-haired boy turned around and left without the slightest nostalgia, leaving only the man in the white shirt by the well.

The bamboo table still has a trace of green skin, as if it carries the fresh fragrance of the bamboo forest. There is a very emotional porcelain bowl on the table.

The porcelain bowl is occupied by neatly placed ginger slices, bright yellow and snow white interlaced, fresh and sweet well water is quietly poured in, which can delay the oxidation speed of ginger slices.

After the preparations were completed, the man looked up at the back of the black-haired boy leaving, a glint of light flashed in his black eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking, and then the corners of his mouth curled up, just right, no more, no less.

According to the experience of being a psychiatrist, the boy's words are only [-]% true, but this is enough for him, enough for him to deduce the whole thing.

The frequency of the facial muscles on the left and right sides is inconsistent, the left side is obviously higher, and the right side is the normal muscle frequency, and even the eye muscles are not pulled enough, which means that the other party is lying.

There are even many loopholes in the behavior statement, but it allows him to explore the most important clues.

Hannibal felt a little funny. In the past, it was estimated that he would be eager to taste the other party's taste, the meat full of magical oriental kung fu, it must be wonderful.

It's just that now he has more important things to do, and such high-grade ingredients can't be handled in a rough way, so he can only give up. The man's eyes showed pity, but then he cheered up again.

He also has a better-tasting prey.

After washing the hands and the table knife that had just cleaned up the ginger, he picked up the handkerchief in his arms and wiped it carefully. He lowered his head and sniffed, frowning, and then the man walked to the middle room in the yard.

When he came outside the room, Hannibal did not rush to open the door, but waited for a while before knocking on the door politely.

"Knock knock!"

There was silence, and there was no sound coming from inside, as if there was no one in the room.

Nagini, who was lazily basking in the sun in the corner, looked at Hannibal and blinked his eyes in confusion. The little girl didn't understand why Hannibal was standing in front of the 'big monster' den, since usually Voldy pushed the door directly.

But these are not things she should worry about, the big white snake vomited the snake letter out of boredom, and then turned his attention to the porcelain bowl on the bamboo platform.

The food there is pungent, but it's really good every time the big monster is done.

"..." Hannibal looked at the door in front of him for a while, then pushed the door open, and just took a step——

Whoosh!

Accompanied by the sharp sound of rapidly breaking through the air, a shiny dagger appeared on the wall next to Hannibal's ear, with a sapphire in good color on the end.

The person on the bed didn't know when to get up, the quilt was thrown aside, his eyes were closed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his impatience was revealed.

next second!

The man had already arrived, and with his left hand he pulled out the dagger from the wall, and his right hand reflexively prepared to twist the man's neck, but was stopped by the table knife in Hannibal's hand.

One blow failed, the dagger in his hand was raised high, fierce, ruthless, and accurate, with the evil spirit of a bloody beast, it directly stabbed at the latter's neck.

"Boom!"

The crisp sound of iron clashing reverberated in the room and woke up the long-haired man in his sleep.