I saved the world after leaving the island

Hua Shiren changed his sitting position, and said seriously: "There are three reasons why spiritual energy will adhere to utensils or food. One is the type of spiritual skills, which mostly appear on objects after superhumans use their spiritual skills."

"The second is the type of skill that has been tempered and honed." Hua Shiren compared two with his hands, "When skills such as painting and pottery reach the master level after hard work, the maker will undergo self-awakening, and then he will make utensils or cook food. It will unconsciously release aura."

"The third type is actually similar to the generation of dirty spirits." Hua Shiren continued to finger, "This kind of aura is transformed from people's concentration, that is, spiritual power. It can also be said that the obsession reaches a certain level." There is a qualitative change in the degree, but this change is positive compared to the dirty spirit."

Ye Zhaosheng tried his best to understand, and after thinking about the first two things, they didn't seem to fit the uncle's mother's situation, so he said bluntly: "It means, those two bowls of clear soup and egg noodles contain the uncle's mother's obsession?"

"It's not so much obsession, in the words of you humans, it's more like love." Hua Shiren's complex expression flashed away, "Of course, in order to make that young man think that I made the noodles, I let Lingqi I was a little busy with the glow."

Ye Zhaosheng said, "So until now, uncle doesn't know that the bowl of noodles that tastes exactly like his mother's made it was actually made by his mother."

Hua Shiren helplessly spread his hands: "This is what his mother meant. It is probably because he is afraid that his son will not insist on staying in Huacheng if he finds out. I also promised that lady not to tell the young man the truth."

Ye Zhaosheng said in a daze, "Then should I tell uncle?"

Hua Shiren raised his eyebrows: "It depends on your choice, little friend Ye Xiaozhao. You are not me, so you don't have to keep your promise with that lady."

After hanging up the communication, Bai Mian said with a smile: "You are too bad, Zhao Zhao might not be able to sleep all night."

"Oh, who made the brat so stubborn and still refuse to let go of those unrealistic dreams." Hua Shiren snorted coldly, with a resentful expression on his face, "Where can I find a disciple who suits me."

Bai Mian laughed out loud.

……

Heart of Sea Blue.

Xiaofang retracted the folding screen, turned back into a miniature form, and sat on the railing dangling her metal feet: "Zhaozhao found the answer?"

Ye Zhaosheng covered his face: "It's even more tangled."

There was a door opening sound from the room behind him, it was Tuya coming back from get off work.

At the same time, a blue bird flapped its wings and landed on the balcony in the moonlight.

Ye Zhaosheng returned to the room, looked at his little friend who came back late, and asked with concern: "Has the symptom of seasickness recurred? Do you need to listen to the conch again?"

Tuya shook her head: "Okay, no need." The answer was really quite concise.

Yes, no one thought that Tuya's seasickness would be inexplicably cured after listening to the blessing of the sea monster in the conch.

For this reason, Ye Zhaosheng sent Zehe a special letter to inquire, but the result was that the other party was also confused. He didn't know that he had the ability to cure seasickness. In the end, it could only be attributed to the special racial talent of the siren blood.

It was not early, except for night bars and casinos, most of the entertainment items on the cruise ship were closed, and most floors were quiet, only the patrolling security personnel walked by.

Ye Zhaosheng opened his closed eyes, closed them again, turned over twice, lay on his back, and stared at the ceiling again.

The moonlight shone in from the balcony, casting silver light all over the place.

Ye Zhaosheng tossed and turned like pancakes. Although his movements were as small as possible, there was still an unavoidable "rusting" rubbing sound.

Tuya suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, the thin quilt slipped off his body: "Do you have prickly heat?"

Ye Zhaosheng: "!!"

Ye Zhaosheng: "No, just worry about something, you go to sleep, I will try not to move."

Tuya lay down with a sullen face and didn't ask any more questions.

Ye Zhaosheng was lying on his side, furious like a pufferfish: "Cool, as a dear roommate, you have to ask me why I am troubled at this time!"

Tuya who was tired all day: "Not interested."

Ye Zhaosheng clasped his fingers on the pillow: "But I want to say, why don't we have a night exchange."

Tuya, who still has a whole day of work to do tomorrow: "Shut up and go to sleep."

The much-disliked Ye Zhaosheng sighed sadly that Tuya had no roommate love, glanced at Xiaofang who was sleeping by the pillow, and continued to stare at the ceiling.

The sun rises in the east, and the cruise ship sails in the golden ocean in the early morning.

He didn't sleep well at first, but classmate Ye Xiaozhao had already come up with a plan while he was half asleep and half awake.

Ah, I already have a friend, how can I struggle by myself!

Time: 7:00.

Location: the back kitchen of Emerald Restaurant.

Pre-meeting status: Since it is not eight o'clock, the order statistics have not yet come out, so there is nothing to do for the time being.

Participants: Ye Zhaosheng, Jia Luoxiu, Xiaofang, Tuya.

The first discussion meeting of the four-person gang is held!

Breakfast and fruit porridge was cooking in the pot, and the air exuded a sweet smell.

But the topic of discussion is not so beautiful.

"That's how things are." Ye Zhaosheng told everyone the information he got from Hua Shiren, "The question now is, should we tell uncle the truth?"

Xiaofang looked left and right: "Voting?"

Ye Zhaosheng nodded solemnly, then pushed a quaint black pottery pot at his hand to the center of the table, got up and handed out pens and paper to each of his friends.

Galosh: "??"

Tuya raised a pair of raised eyes: "?"

Only Xiaofang knew Ye Zhaosheng best: "Wow, it's a secret ballot!"

Galosh: "..." It's just the four of us, using a hammer to vote by secret ballot.And telling the uncle the truth requires such caution, and why did you get an opaque clay pot on purpose?

Tuya didn't express her opinion, but expressed her bewilderment with her eyes.

"I remember that the big red boxes were usually used in ancient dramas." After getting along for a while, Galoxiu can be considered to be able to keep up with Ye Zhaosheng and Xiaofang's thinking, knowing that these two people's cognition of the outside of the island, most of them It's all from old dramas.

The solemnity on Ye Zhaosheng's face was broken in an instant, and he said embarrassedly: "I didn't get the red box. I've been looking for this jar in my backpack for a long time. Don't worry about these details! Everyone hurry up and finish writing me. Vote~"

Xiaofang Guangping was envious: "Xiaofang also wants to play singing tickets."

Ye Zhaosheng turned his head arrogantly: "Whoever speaks first sings."

Galosh picked up the pen silently.You made a secret ballot or something, and it was because you wanted to play, I really underestimated how boring you guys are.

The friends cooperated very well, and the results of the voting were surprisingly unanimous—the option of "tell Qin Mochuan the truth" was unanimously approved.

Ye Zhaosheng looked at the note in his hand and sighed: "It turns out that everyone thinks the same as me."

Xiaofang took the lead in speaking: "Xiaofang really doesn't understand the practice of you humans doing good deeds without leaving names. Of course, if you love him and help him, you must let him know. Otherwise, how can the relationship be closer? Just like Xiaofang likes Zhaozhao the most. I never hide anything about it!"

Ye Zhaosheng looked at Xiaofang, tried his best to suppress the raised corner of his mouth, and said solemnly: "Speaking during the meeting is not allowed to contain private goods."

Xiaofang covered the screen with metal hands: "[I shut up.jpg]"

"Where are Axiu and Kuku?" Ye Zhaosheng asked the other two friends.

Jia Luoxiu tapped his fingers on the table, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Since no one can make the noodles he wants, then tell him why he can't."

"I don't cherish when I have it, and the heartache and regret after losing it, don't you think it's hypocritical? In the three years he was in Huacheng, he really didn't even have time to go home once?" Galoxiu laughed sarcastically, " What is it called in an old lyric, 'The favored is always confident'?"

The last one to express his opinion was Tuya, with a blank face, he said, "He has the right to know."

The porridge in the pot was cooked, and the steam was so hot that the lid of the pot squeaked.

Ye Zhaosheng got up to turn off the small fire, then returned to the table, and told the reason for his vote: "I thought about it all night, and felt that the noodles made by uncle and mother contained love and hope, and should not be concealed." and forget."

"And the original intention of Uncle and Mom to make this bowl of noodles is actually to encourage Uncle to continue to persevere in his dreams, right? Otherwise, the buff effect of [Transfer] would not be triggered." Ye Zhaosheng scratched his face, "I want Uncle to know that he is Those who are expected, and those who stay, must live a good life."

The morning meeting was over, and Galosh stayed to have breakfast, sitting at the table staring at the black clay pot.

Ye Zhaosheng was making side dishes in front of the cooking table, and Xiaofang sat on his shoulder and chirped to discuss the right to vote for the next meeting.

Tuya finished sharpening the knife without making a sound, and began to help the kitchen with the routine of tearing apart the chicken.

"Zhao Zhao, where did you get this pot?" Galosh tried to identify the lines on the pot, and felt as if he had seen it in a certain issue of Extraordinary Magazine.The theme of that issue of the magazine was the display of antiquities unearthed from a certain ruin.

Ye Zhaosheng didn't turn his head back: "I brought it from the island. The pickle jar given by Uncle Zhou. I thought it was too small and was useless. I didn't think it would be just right to use it as a ballot box~"

Galosh: "I remember you, Uncle Zhou, are engaged in the development of ruins...fisherman?"

Ye Zhaosheng nodded: "Well, I heard that this jar was dug out from a certain relic. As the main developer, according to the rules, Uncle Zhou can take away 10% of the excavated things, and the jar will be brought back to pickle."

So you know this is a relic.Galosh: "..." Young man, you don't know anything about your own wealth.