[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

Unable to move any further with his left hand, Dana also slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head and glanced at the meticulous man in front of him, and said a little irritably, "Tsk!"

"Is the ginger finished?"

As soon as the dagger was retracted into his arms, the person on the opposite side automatically let go of the hand holding his wrist. Dana turned his head and walked towards the bed. He got up too fast just now, and many things fell off the bed.

Hannibal blinked, quietly retracted the table knife, looked at the back of the man not far away, and responded softly: "En!"

"It seems that you and little Tom get along well!"

"He's a good boy and he's happy to help with some of my problems."

"Then you came and woke me up?"

Dana didn't believe his words anymore. After hearing the man's gentle words, he interrupted the words directly, and then asked back with hatred.

Slightly narrowing his gray-blue eyes, he glanced at the handsome face with an unchanged smile. He hummed inexplicably, but didn't say anything.

Maybe Tom Riddle might have some contact with the man in front of him, but he didn't expect the relationship between the two to be so good that he would even let the other party ask him to get up.

It has to be said that this made Dana, who was deceitful, a little upset.

Half of the quilt on the bed fell to the ground, and the bronze-colored decorative patterns delicately traced the edges of the bed. Dark blue tassels hung above the head. The slippers that were originally on the side of the bed were now on the south side, and the other had already penetrated deep into the bottom of the bed.

About ten steps away is the window. Through the glass, you can see the gloomy sky outside, which makes people feel depressed.

Dana pulled the quilt back to its original position familiarly, sat down on it, and then put his long legs on the edge of the opposite bed, and laughed at Hannibal who was following behind: "In this case, Did he tell you, did I get angry when I got up? For example, if someone wakes me up, I will become irritable for no reason, and if it is serious, I will throw a dagger directly." The righteous words seemed to be talking about the protagonist not being himself.

The man ruthlessly revealed the fact that the black-haired boy had been trying to hide. The latter was not too malicious and had great confidence in Hannibal's strength, but deception was deception, and even this little trick was the most important thing in his eyes. It's just a prank.

Moreover, this guy probably already knew it.

His eyes turned to Hannibal, who had been pretending to be harmless, and the smile on his face never changed, even when he heard his own words.

"I thought he would tell me," Hannibal felt a little pity, "Of course, I also like the process of guessing riddles!"

"What an annoying guy!" Dana looked at the man's smiling face for a while before replying.

Everyone doesn't like to get along with guys who can see through people's hearts. This is instinctive and inferior. If you can't treat another person completely frankly, you are more or less concealing.

And those concealed things were hidden deep in his heart, but Hannibal could feel them through his emotions, and watched the former fall into the trap calmly.

"I'm sorry!" Hannibal smiled.

The two people's eyes are facing each other, gray blue and pure black, the same bottomless depth, but different emotions.

"cut!"

Dana took the lead in not wanting to look away, and made a sound a little uncomfortable. He was not afraid that the other party would know his secret, and enough self-confidence was often accompanied by matching strength.

Rubbing his hair a little irritatedly, the long black curly hair slipped through his fingertips, he just wasn't good at dealing with this kind of people.

"Follow!" After leaving a sentence, the man walked to the door first, and the passage of time reminded him of Jiang Pian still in the courtyard.

The raw material needed for pickling ginger is ginger without fiber. After cutting the ginger into slices, there is a time limit for each step, and the time required for the first step is almost up.

When Dana came to the courtyard, the big white snake in the corner seemed to be frightened, and its lazy upper body instantly stood up, its momentum completely different from the harmless one at the beginning.

The bright red snake letter was swallowed tightly in her mouth. The little girl stared wide-eyed, trying to suppress her instincts. The 'big monster' didn't like to make sounds when she woke up, and would find fault every time.

Now the other party doesn't seem to be in a good mood, she'd better behave herself.

The bamboo table is set up next to the well, and behind it is a wall, which is dull gray-black, and below it is the moss that can filter the water quality, exuding the breath of aquatic plants.

A snow-white porcelain bowl stands in the middle, and a tender yellow lotus flower can be seen in the huge mouth of the bowl, piece by piece, the 'petals' can't see the texture.

After pouring out the water in the bowl, Dana picked up the porcelain bowl and walked towards the kitchen. It looked like it was going to rain soon, and the necessary seasonings were also in the kitchen.

Hannibal didn't know why he followed him in the direction of the kitchen again, but this was not in the latter's consideration.

There is not much time left for the first step, and he has to race against time. Once the ginger is scrapped, he does not know when he will encounter such a good quality Zijiang next time.

Turning the corner, the panorama of the kitchen unfolds in front of you.The cupboards occupying the entire wall and the central table are very eye-catching.

"No, see that jar over there?"

Putting the bowl in his hand on the table, Dana sat down on the chair next to him, resting one hand on his chin, lazily instructing the man behind him: "There is also the fruit wine below, bring it together!"

Hearing this, Hannibal turned his gaze to the food cabinet next to him. There was indeed an off-white porcelain altar on the third floor. According to the man's words, he took out a bottle of fruit wine from the innermost floor of the lower floor and handed it to the person sitting on the table. people.

"Thank you!"

Taking the fruit wine with one hand, Dana raised his chin, motioning for the latter to put the jar on the table.

"Boom!"

Due to the change in pressure, the tightly closed air made a dull sound.

The man squinted his eyes and went to the mouth of the wine bottle, sniffing the taste carefully, and then began to carefully observe the color of the wine. The bright yellow transparent liquid was as beautiful as glass, full of luster.

This bottle of fruit wine was made in the last batch, and he kept it on purpose, just to pickle the ginger slices, and the others had already been ordered out, so he had to hide it to prevent a greedy young snake from being afraid one day To die for trying it.

It stands to reason that the golden color of the wine is the sign of real maturity, but when pickling the ginger, it needs to be fully fermented. It is not good for the wine to be too mature, and the bright yellow color is just right.

Hannibal looked down at the enjoying man on the chair, thinking of the latter's haughty look yesterday, he felt a little surprised, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Dana also felt the commotion of the people around him, and asked with a cold look at the smiling man above his head.

"It seems that you like this bottle of wine very much!" Hannibal replied irrelevantly.

"Tsk, maybe!"

With some unknown emotions, Dana snorted impatiently, especially when he heard the other party's questioning, his gray-blue eyes suddenly narrowed, and after a while, they slowly opened.

He looked at the harmless Hannibal in front of him with deep meaning, but he didn't know why he didn't ask further.

The ginger slices have turned white and bright yellow in the porcelain bowl at this moment, which is due to long-term soaking in water.Next, the man rolled up the shirt on his arm, revealing a white wrist like jade, and pinched a piece to inspect it repeatedly.

Maybe the color finally met the requirement, Dana scooped up some salt grains from the seasoning box next to it with a spoon and sprinkled it down.When it reached the sixth spoonful, he stopped, took a look at the sliced ​​ginger in the porcelain bowl, and then threw the spoon back into the feeding box.

The freshly soaked ginger is not suitable for pickling directly, and needs to be controlled by coarse salt to control the water. When the whitish ginger has a darker color, it is time for the fruit wine to appear.

At this time, the ginger slices have just been sprinkled with salt, and it will take about half an hour.Dana finally had time to have a serious conversation with Hannibal, or ask about recent events.

"When are you going to take care of that man?" Although we had discussed it yesterday, the store manager felt that it was necessary for him to ask for accurate information.

The street where the restaurant is located is actually not a bustling street, but there are many office workers and financial investors around, so there is no shortage of customers. In addition, there are homeless people everywhere.

But speaking of it, these homeless people have only recently appeared.

The man recalled the appearance of this street, and realized that something was wrong. After a while, he suddenly realized.

"Someone has already intervened!" Hannibal came to the table and looked curiously at the sliced ​​ginger in the porcelain bowl. He was very interested in the food from the mysterious oriental country, and he answered.

"??" Dana raised his eyebrows and looked at the curious man in front of him, waiting for the next answer.

"I, a little psychiatrist, can't fight against the British government!" It's enough to be curious about some things once, and the rest can be avoided by necessary means.

Hannibal winked mischievously at the man, trying to distance himself, trying to prove that he was just a harmless citizen.

"fraud!"

Dana didn't believe any of his words at all, and threw out a sentence coldly: "The little psychiatrist will not try to give me hints!"

At some point, his left hand had already appeared on the man's neck, and his gray-blue eyes flashed a dark color, bottomless, as if he could kill the man in the next second.

Human beings will unconsciously accept external information, including a series of active or inactive pheromones such as emotions, concepts, judgments, and five senses.

From the very beginning, Dana felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember anything. It was only when he saw the other person's face that he remembered something.

He began to have a good impression of this person in his heart, which had nothing to do with feelings, just like meeting a stranger who had a good eye, and after talking with him, he found that the other person was very suitable for his style, the instant surprise.

Fortunately, as an heir in his previous life, he had received vigilance training, and he was instinctively wary of the outside world, and Hannibal didn't really want to hint at it, so Dana found the loophole.

"I think I like you more and more!"

Hannibal didn't care about the hands on his neck, and he didn't have the fear of his life being in the hands of others. Instead, he lowered his head and approached Dana with a serious face, looking thoughtfully into his gray-blue eyes.

It was a deep blue, like the sea before the storm, with gloomy gray covering the bewitching blue, obscure and difficult to understand.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in tough men!" Dana let go of his hand bored, and looked at the face of the man in front of him with a frown.

too close.

As if they could exchange breath in the next moment, the other party's perfume with a slight smell of smoke filled his nose, and through the collar of his shirt, he could even see his strong muscles.

"Hehe, that's a liking in more than one sense!" The new long-term worker said to his shopkeeper, his black eyes became more serious.

"Forget it!" Waving the hand that appeared in front of him at some time, the shopkeeper sneered, and then turned his head to the table, leaving Hannibal, who rarely spoke the truth sincerely, but was disgusted, standing where he was.

After half an hour of salting the ginger slices in the porcelain bowl, the color has turned into a very appetizing brown-yellow color, and the texture has also changed. You can even see the pattern of the porcelain bowl through the translucent texture.

The ginger slices at this moment are the best time to pickle.

Dana used chopsticks to put the ginger slices in the porcelain bowl into the jar, making a dense layer, and waited until the bottom as far as he could see was completely covered by the brown ginger slices, then picked up the white sugar next to his hand and sprinkled it carefully .

The current situation in the porcelain jar looks like peeled apples sliced ​​​​and mixed with sugar.

Then pick up the fruit wine that had been prepared to open the lid a long time ago, and throw it aside to dissipate the wine smell. Slanting slightly, the clear wine liquid has the luster of glass, forming a small stream of water and pouring it on the ginger slices, soaking slowly until All drowned.

"I don't want to know how many secrets you have, and I'm not interested in knowing!"

Dana focused on the action in front of him, and held the bottle very steadily. After finishing everything, he raised his head and said to Hannibal beside him, "But don't make trouble for me, this store Although it is small, it is enough to hide a dead person!"

He put down more than half of the fruit wine left in his hand, bent down, took out a bowl from the cupboard below, put it upside down on the mouth of the porcelain altar, and slowly added water, so that a completely sealed environment was formed.

Then he put the porcelain altar in the cupboard under his feet, where the temperature environment is very suitable for fermentation.

It was the first time Hannibal heard such an obvious threat, and after a while, he slowly realized, with a smile on his handsome face: "I see."

"Okay!" The man shrugged his shoulders, and he did it with a bit of vulgarity, but it was very elegant: "I will try my best to cooperate!"

Dana sat on the chair and heard this sentence, clicked his tongue, and didn't say whether he believed it or not.

"hope so."

"But I've always had a question..." Hannibal gave a rare smile.