The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

Fried dumplings with scallion oil and steaming hot dumplings were brought to the table one by one, and in front of the three of them, the required bowls, chopsticks and dipping saucers were placed. Originally, Zhenwang wanted to steam some rice , but due to time constraints, even arrived earlier than expected, so I gave up.

"Is it really okay to eat only dumplings without staple food?" Even so, Zhenwang couldn't help asking with some concern, "Will the young master not be full?"

"No, I think it's enough." Naoya quickly waved his hand and refused. He really couldn't imagine the taste of dumplings with plain rice. What's more, in his mind, dumplings are already a staple food. "Don't say so much, hurry up." Eat it, it won't taste good when it gets cold later." After finishing speaking, he added a fried dumpling to Zhenwang's bowl.

"Ah, thank you, young master." Zhen Wangxin took the bowl, frowned, and stopped mentioning the lack of staple food.

"You are welcome, eat it quickly, or Shi Er will snatch it all up." Speaking of this, Naoya glared at Shi Er who was devouring the dumplings on the other side, and did not dip the sauce in the dumplings at all. The appearance of enjoying the food at least a little bit.

And if he eats Hesse like this, the sauce dish that he specially 'prepared' for him, won't it be completely useless?

Naozai thought in his heart, and immediately made up his mind, took the initiative to pick up a fried dumpling and put it in Shier's dipping sauce, and reminded him with good intentions, "Don't just eat dumplings, they don't taste at all, you have to eat them." Just dip it in."

This was not enough, Naoya rolled the fried dumplings back and forth in the sauce plate, making sure that every place was covered with sauce, and then said with a smile, "Okay, you can try it quickly." Although the smiling face In the middle, with bright malicious intentions.

Hearing this, Shi Er stopped picking up the chopsticks on the plate, turned to look at the sauce plate Naoya pushed over, raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. The whole fried dumpling was picked up, and he put it into his mouth to chew without hesitation. His eyes lit up, and he stared at the other person almost intently, gloatingly waiting for the wonderful scene where someone was about to make an embarrassment, with tears and snot flying all over his nose.

However, until Shi Er swallowed the fried dumplings down his throat, he did not show the slightest expectation of Naozai, but he still ate the fried dumplings very calmly, and even after that, he took the initiative to dip in the sauce dish, and even his expression carried a faint sense of enjoyment.

"Well, it's not bad." Because the three of them didn't have the custom of eating without talking, so between eating dumplings, Shi Er made a brief comment and asked, "Did you make this sauce?"

However, Naoya didn't answer, but stared at Shier with a calm face and no slight change in his expression, and couldn't help shouting in his heart, what's going on?

He quickly lowered his head to look at the other party's plate of sauce that was almost stained with wasabi and faded. He couldn't believe it. He put a lot of mustard on it, and when dipping, he made sure that every side of the fried dumplings was evenly coated. Brown sauce, why is Shi Er acting like a normal person, and suddenly looks like he is having a good time eating?

Naoya was deeply confused, could it be that there is something wrong with the wasabi?

Although he also knows that some mustard will not be so irritating due to the preference of the production method, but no matter how soft it is, it should not be so exaggerated. You must know that when he puts the mustard ruthlessly, But with the determination that he will be severely retaliated by Shier.

As a result, the current situation was completely beyond his expectations.

He looked at Shier, then looked at the sauce dish, finally, Naoya picked up a fried dumpling himself with some disbelief, tried dipping it into the sauce dish of Shier, held it up to his eyes and hesitated for a while, with a look on his face. Tangled, in the end it was still sent to the mouth.

Then the next second, Naoya felt that he seemed to see his parents in the previous life in a trance.

The tears welling up in the eyes were accompanied by the nasal discharge caused by the pungent throat stimulation, the eyes were hazy and I could not see clearly, and the strong pungent smell of mustard rushed straight to the forehead, every breath seemed to smear mustard on the facial features , constantly prodding him to remind him that you just ate a big dollop of wasabi dip.

"Master!" Seeing this, Zhen Wang quickly took a tissue in a panic, gently wiped Naoya's wanton tears and nose, and said with concern, "Are you choking on mustard, don't breathe for a while, do you want me to give you Pour a glass of water?" Without waiting for Naoya to answer, he quickly got up to get a glass of warm water, and brought it to Naoya without stopping.

With teary eyes and red nose, Naozai took the water glass bitterly, raised his head and put it into his mouth. The warm liquid gently washed and diluted the mustard residue in his throat, which relieved the pain caused by the spicy All kinds of discomfort, but the rest of the tingling still hasn't completely disappeared, he only feels that his throat and nasal cavity seem to be pricked by overheated needles one after another, endlessly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shi Er, still eating dumplings with relish, seeing his miserable state, and even ate a few more fried dumplings in a very good mood. Is this taking his current meal? !

Naoya was short of breath, put down the unfinished water glass, and asked Shi Er loudly, "Don't you feel choked?"

However, it was because of him that he was choked by the mustard, his throat was a little bit hurt, his voice was soft and hoarse, without any momentum, and even because of the choked nose, there was still a little nasal sound at the end The muffled voice, combined with his already flushed eye sockets, gave him a pitiful appearance.

It's a pity that Shi Er didn't care about it, he wouldn't have the spare heart to sympathize with Naozai for such a trivial matter, not to mention that the brat himself was the one who caused it.

"The sauce dish you made, come to ask me now?" He raised his eyebrows, with a wicked mockery in his eyes, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Thank you very much, not only did you make such a sauce dish that suits my taste, but also Comes with a show."

"You!" Naoya was angry, but he couldn't help but start to doubt in his heart, could it be that this is also the benefit brought by the sky and the curse?

If this is the case, isn't this too exaggerated?

Just as he was thinking about how many hidden bugs there are in the sky and the curse, he heard Zhenwang next to him suddenly calling him, "Master, please take a look here."

Without any defense, Naoya turned to look at Mamochi with a miserable, tearful face.

Then, there was another familiar click.

I saw that Zhenwang was holding the small red film camera that was so familiar that he couldn't see it any more, facing him motionlessly, with a faint smile on the unobstructed lower half of his face, after taking a picture, The right hand quickly rolled up, and then pressed the shutter again, the movement was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.

Naoya: "..."

Very good, this day can't be passed!

On the first day he left the Zen monastery, he had an impressive dumpling feast.

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The next morning, when he woke up from the dream and saw the unfamiliar ceiling, Naoya was still a little dazed. His not fully awake brain made him think that he was still in a dream. He really felt that he had indeed left the Zen monastery.

On the whole, the first night after leaving the monastery was nothing special. If he had to say it, he just felt that he seemed to have relaxed a lot physically and mentally, without that inexplicable sense of restraint. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had a lot of fun last night. He made a fuss, deliberately trying to tease Shier, but ended up hurting himself.

Thinking of this, Naoya felt a dull pain in his throat, and couldn't help but want to cough twice.

The morning sunlight pierced through the faint mist in the village, reflected on the window sill of Naoya's room, squeezed into his room from the gap between the curtains and the glass, and scattered wantonly on his light-colored quilt, some of which swayed into his bed. Eye.

Yawning, Naoya hesitated and wondered whether he should get up now, the bed was very warm and comfortable, but the sunlight outside the window looked very good... However, he was not in a hurry, and now he felt as if he had saved three days. Years off, until today, he finally used up all his energy in one go, and the comfort and happiness are not enough to fully express the myriad of joys in his heart at this moment.

Therefore, he has enough time to slowly consider what to do next.

Before that, though, they'll have to spend at least a week or so in the safe house.

During this period, Zhenwang will pay close attention to the outside world—especially the situation around the Buddhist monastery house. As for the news channel, Zhenwang did not tell him in detail, but only mentioned that she had some cooperation with him before, and the other party was quite conservative. Credit, so the source is basically reliable.

Naoya immediately thought of the previous bomb, and couldn't help but ask Mamoko, what was the name of the person who contacted her.

"It's a man named Kong Shiyu, who used to be a native of Korea, and is said to have been a criminal." Zhenwang said, "Probably because of this reason, the reputation is not bad, and most people in 'there' are willing Cooperate with him, or buy and sell to get some information."

Last night because of his voice, he didn't say much after knowing the name of the person who was in contact with Zhenwang. Now that he thinks about it, why does he always feel that the words "Kong Shiyu" are very familiar.

Where did you see it?Or when did you hear about it?

Probably because of the low blood sugar in the early morning, Naoya couldn't think of it for a while, and after thinking about it for a while, there was no result, so he stopped thinking about it. Anyway, he probably wasn't an important person, otherwise, how could he have no memory at all.

Naoya thought so.

After thinking a lot in a mess, Naoya unexpectedly drove the sleepiness out of his mind. Naoya simply got up, stretched himself, and walked out of the room slowly wearing a light yellow little fox pajamas.

As for this pajamas, of course, Zhenwang prepared them. I don’t know if Zhenwang has awakened some terrible taste after leaving the monastery house. I won’t mention taking pictures. I always like to prepare some cute styles and lively colors for him. s things.

Randomly combing the messy hair with his hands, Naoya saw a busy figure appearing on the open glass door of the kitchen, walking back and forth between the stoves.

"Morning, Makoto." Naoya rubbed his eyes and raised his voice to say hello. His voice had a hoarse texture unique to waking up early in the morning, and it seemed a little sluggish in line with his immaturity that had not yet started the voice change period.

"Morning, young master, you can go wash up first, and you can have breakfast in a while." Zhen Wang poked his head out of the kitchen and responded, still dressed in a ponytail and wearing a checkered apron in front of him.

"Okay—" Naoya drew a long tone, and then asked, "Have you woken up yet?"

"Not yet, maybe the young master can call him?" Zhen Wang suggested.

Hearing this, Naoya became interested, thinking that he might take this opportunity to avenge last night's wasabi.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. He completely forgot that when he was on the bed before, he even thought about it a little bit. After leaving the monastery, he was a little too playful. He immediately rushed into the bathroom, took a towel and used cold water. Drenched through, only squeezed half dry, then tiptoed close to Shi'er's room.

Opening the door gently, Naoya deliberately took off her cotton house shoes in order to ensure that there was less movement. With her bare feet, she tiptoed and sneaked into the dimly lit room, while the person on the bed would During this period, the "behemoth" who stomped on the bedding recklessly, still showed no sign of waking up.

He suppressed the excitement of being about to succeed, and slowly approached Shier's bedside, his movements became slower and slower, and he didn't even dare to take a breath. He spotted Shi'er's sleeping face, made gestures, and threw the wet towel in his hand——

However, in the next moment, Shier's eyes opened suddenly, and the thin quilt was lifted in an instant, and his big hand firmly caught the wet towel that was coming at him quickly, and then he made a silky counterattack, and took the towel without stopping. He threw it back again, and hit Naoya's small face hard, hitting the bull's-eye.

"Snapped--!"

The crisp sound immediately echoed in the dark room.

"Heh, you still want to plot against me?" Seeing Shi Er's face was sober, he didn't look like he was sleepy when he just woke up, the corner of his mouth raised a trace of mockery, and he said, "You're still a little too young."

Then, he yawned, got up and left, completely ignoring the petrified brat.

Naoya took the wet towel from his face, squeezed it tightly, and said nothing for a long time.

The two consecutive defeats made him fully understand a truth - if he plays pranks with Shier again in the future, he will be a pig!