Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

On the way back, Zong Jue wanted to pay back the medical expenses, but Mr. Tiger refused, saying, "You are sick because of me, and I should pay for it."

Seeing that he refused to take it no matter what, Zong Jue had no choice but to say, "Then let me treat you to dinner. There are many delicious restaurants here."

"don't want!"

"what?"

"Uh, I mean the food outside is not as good as your cooking. Why don't you know how to cook dried meat? I want to eat that."

Mr. Tiger looked at Zong Sui with starry eyes.

Zong Jue was amused by him, and said: "Those are more labor-intensive. Today is too late. How about Dongpo pork?"

"Okay, I'm not picky eaters!"

Mr. Tiger nodded repeatedly. For him, the type is not important, as long as it meets two points—meat and delicious.

Zong Jue went to a nearby vegetable market to buy fish, meat and vegetables. Mr. Tiger helped him take them home. The two made an appointment for the evening. He came out of Zong Jue's house and used his spiritual power to go to the previous mountain.

In fact, Mr. Tiger wants to be with Zong Jue even more now, but he borrowed money from his companion, so he has to pay it back sooner——

Demons usually don't like to owe debts. If the other party asks to repay with spiritual power, the gain will outweigh the loss.

So Mr. Tiger had no choice but to go up the mountain to collect herbs. Fortunately, he had been to this mountain once, and he knew the distribution of herbs well, so he found some medicinal materials with high value.

After harvesting, I went to the Chinese medicine shop recommended by the same kind and sold the herbs.

The market price of those medicines was quite high, and after Mr. Tiger paid back the debt owed by his companion, there was still a lot left.

He happily put the money into a small cardboard box, thinking that he had found a business opportunity to make money, and if he worked harder in the future, he could eat meat every day!

Mr. Tiger returned to the rented house, made ointment for the landlady, and another external medicine for Zong Jue.

He asked the landlady for a glass bottle to put the medicine in. The landlady heard that it was for Zong Jue, and they would have dinner together tonight.

He smiled and said, "Oh, oh, I knew you would be able to chat, eat more, Xiao Jue's craftsmanship is very good."

Mr. Tiger knew this without her telling him, he didn't eat at noon, just for this big meal in the evening.

Mr. Tiger came to Zong Jue's house excitedly with a glass bottle. Zong Jue was making arrangements in the kitchen and asked him to sit casually.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the delicious smell of meat, and swallowed. If it wasn't for maintaining his demeanor, he would have rushed to the kitchen to eat the meat directly from the pot.

"This is the potion I made. It is very effective in treating wounds. If you rub it on the wound, it will recover soon."

Mr. Tiger handed over the glass bottle. Zong Jue thanked him, put it aside, and said with a smile, "Is it really so effective? Then I will definitely try it."

"It's absolutely easy to use, much better than the medicine prescribed by the Mongolian doctor."

Zong Jue was taken aback for a moment before he realized that the Mongolian doctor he was referring to was Dr. Lu, and he chuckled.

What an interesting person, and the strange thing is that even though they just met today, they feel close, like old friends reunited for many years.

"Hungry?" Mr. Tiger's expression was too obvious, Zong Jue asked after serving the food on the table.

"fine."

Mr. Tiger said that while Zong Jue turned around to get the wine glass, he picked up the top piece of Dongpo meat on the plate and threw it into his mouth. He swallowed it without chewing it.

When Zong Jue came back, the meat would have already been eaten.

Zong Jue didn't notice that the meat was missing, so he served all the food, poured wine for Mr. Tiger, and said thank him for his help today. We will be neighbors from now on, so feel free to ask if you have anything to do.

Mr. Tiger's mind is now on eating meat, and when Zong Jue was being polite to him, his chopsticks didn't stop.

In less than a minute, half of the meat on the plate went down, and he didn't even look at the fish, shrimp and stir-fried vegetables next to him.

Seeing his eating, Zong Jue smiled. There are so many customers who come to buy meat every day, but few of them would show such liking.

For a cook, Mr. Tiger's reaction is the best compliment. He was very happy and asked, "Do you like meat so much?"

"Hmm, I'm a Meatless Death Star."

"Then your family also likes to eat meat?"

Asked, Mr. Tiger stopped chewing meat.

He doesn't remember much about the past, and Baibaozang Villa is like a river of forgetfulness, completely separating his experiences before and after he entered the villa.

The only thing he remembers is the small blue rice bowl, where Mr. puts the meat every morning.

When he was eating, the husband would touch the character king on top of his head with his hand, and with a smile told him to eat slowly without choking.

Mr.'s figure and appearance are very vague, but he remembers the voice, which is very nice, just like Zong Jue's voice.

He raised his head and looked at Zong Jue. He thought he should care about Mr. Zong, but for some reason, every time he thought of Mr. Zong, he would be very angry.

Every time he gets angry, he will strike thunder, and then A Bao and her mother-in-law won't let him think about it.

If he hadn't met Zong Jue this time, he might have forgotten the existence of his husband long ago.

Zong Jue didn't know what Mr. Tiger was thinking, but he could feel that his aura immediately changed after hearing what he said, his body was full of sadness, his pupils were dark and deep, and water-colored.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked this."

"fine."

Mr. Tiger quickly forgot the unpleasant feeling, chewed a few bites, swallowed the meat, and said, "I have no family. A long time ago, someone was nice to me, but he left me."

He thought he should have been thrown away, otherwise why would the husband disappear?Why was he trapped in the villa as a servant?

Treating him well, but abandoning him, human beings are really hateful!

Thinking of this, Mr. Tiger became angry, and raised his hand to slap the table, but found that Zong Jue hadn't eaten, and was staring at himself with a worried look on his face.

Strangely, being watched like this, Mr. Tiger's anger disappeared instantly.

Turning grief into appetite, he poked Dongdongpo pork with a chopstick, picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.

Feeling that the sad breath on his body disappeared, Zong Jue relaxed and poured wine for him.

Said: "Don't think about unhappy things. I am also an orphan. I was thrown into an orphanage when I was born. My adoptive father took me in. He also left this butcher shop to me. Speaking of which, we are quite similar. .”

Mr. Tiger drank the wine in one gulp, nodded, and said, "Yeah, a couple made for each other."

Hey, that's not how a pair is made.

If it weren't for Mr. Tiger's serious expression, Zong Jue really suspected that he was deliberately taking advantage of him.

Seeing him devouring his food, he reminded: "Eat slowly, eating too fast is not good for the stomach."

"Don't worry, my digestive system is different from people's."

"what?"

"Uh, no, I mean my stomach is not normal, and I can't digest green vegetables."

"If I had known you liked it so much, I would have cooked more. Don't just eat meat, eat vegetables too. How about fish? I'm not very good at cooking seafood, but it shouldn't be unpalatable, right?"

After Zong Jue said this, Mr. Tiger ate two mouthfuls of fish.

To be honest, it was delicious, but meat was his true love. When meat was available, he didn't care for fish, let alone vegetables.

He was afraid that Zong Jue would be unhappy, so he picked up two chopsticks of vegetables, and turned around and couldn't help but attack the meat again.

Dongpo pork and stewed pork were almost rounded up by him alone, and it was almost at the bottom of the plate when he noticed that Zong Jue had hardly eaten it, so he was embarrassed.

Pushing the rest to Zong Jue, he said, "You eat too."

Zong Jue wanted to laugh. Someone gave him his favorite thing, making him feel like he was going to express his affection, and said: "There is still in the pot, I will fill it."

He picked up the plate and went to the kitchen. Mr. Tiger had nothing to do, picked up two fish with chopsticks, glanced at the wall, and suddenly stopped.

The dining table was placed against the wall, and some crooked figures were drawn on the wall, like some kind of spell.

He doesn't know him very well, but he thinks it is very kind. My husband can also draw. He seems to have learned it before, but he can't remember it.

The husband said that he was good at collecting herbs and boiling them, so he didn't teach him anymore.

Mr. Tiger reached out and touched the texture of the talismans, and found that these talismans had aged, and the original red color had faded, revealing the gold powder in the texture.

Zong Jue came back with a plate, and was slightly taken aback when he saw him touching the picture on the wall.

Mr. Tiger asked, "Who drew this?"

"Oh, it was painted by my father before his death. I don't know much about it. He said that these paintings can drive away ghosts and evil spirits, so many places in the house have painted them."

"Your father still understands this?"

"Well... the old man is quite superstitious. He heard everyone say this, so he believed it. He painted a lot of gourd paintings, why? You understand? Then you know that he is right?"

Looking over with probing eyes, Mr. Tiger scratched his head.

"I saw it a long time ago, it seems to be right..."

When the aroma of Dongpo meat wafted, Mr. Tiger's mind was already flying. As soon as the meat was on the table, he took a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Zong Jue watched his actions, then looked at the spell on the wall, with a thoughtful expression, and filled him with wine again.

Mr. Tiger thanked him, raised his head and took a sip, then picked up the wine bottle and helped Zong Jue fill up his glass.