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What He Chen really didn't want to admit was that he understood Si Buhui's endless words.

Si Buhui's pot is the inheritance of the Si family, and as a symbol of a family of monster hunters, it naturally has some spirituality.

He Chen went to the stove and lit a fire, and poured water into the pot, Si Buhui thought for a while, and added some medicinal spring water from the gourd into it.Then, He Chen lifted the earthen pot that was stewed with ground wild rice soup from the original stove, and put it into the huge pot, letting it steam for a while after separating it from the water.

There is no lid on the earthen pot, but a layer of arched lid is carefully covered on the pot. At high temperature, the original water in the pot turns into steam and evaporates, and then falls into the earthen pot along the lid, making the pot The flavor of medicinal spring water is gradually integrated into the fresh soup.

It will take some time for the soup to simmer on the pot, He Chen stared at the flames for a while, then secretly looked back at Si Buhui, and found that he was also looking at the stove with an extremely focused expression.

"Si Buhui, what were you busy with before you came to Huaicheng?" Feeling awkward standing there, He Chen picked a topic to chat.

Si Buhui said, "Catch the demon."

It feels like the topic that I finally found was dead in the chat.He Chen grinned in embarrassment, and began to analyze life from two words: "Isn't catching monsters the kind of people who run around with broken bowls and crutches? You should have proficient life skills."

"Why do you go out with a broken bowl and a walking stick?" Si Buhui's eyes were full of puzzlement, "People who run into evil will invite a demon master to catch demons, and they will give them accommodation and meals."

He Chen felt that the common sense he had acquired in TV dramas over the past 20 years had received a huge challenge, "There are really people who will ask you to catch demons. I mean, there are really people who know the existence of demon catchers."

Si Buhui nodded, "There are human-monster relationship management bureaus all over the country, and they will monitor the movements of registered monsters. If any monsters move abnormally, the people in the bureau will contact the monster catcher to deal with it."

"What bureau?" He Chen felt that he had received some amazing knowledge, "There are still civil servants in your team. You can be considered as working in this bureau."

Si Buhui shook his head and said, "The Management Bureau and the Monster Catcher are in a cooperative relationship, and all the staff members in the bureau are not on the field."

"Then how do the people in this bureau contact you?" He Chen folded his arms, pretending to be listening with great interest, imagining the necessary skills for martial arts professionals such as internal strength, sound transmission, flying pigeons and books.

Although Si Buhui felt that He Chen's question sounded a bit strange, he still replied, "Call."

It can be said that it is an essential standard communication skill for modern people.He Chen silently digested the answer.

Thinking of Si Buhui's grandfather, He Chen asked curiously, "Does your grandfather also take this kind of job? His outfit looks like he often travels far."

This time it was Si Buhui's turn to be silent, he hesitated for about half a minute before explaining, "No, he just wants to travel."

"Can he not accept the bill from the bureau?" He Chen asked, "The retirement mechanism for the elderly"

Si Buhui shook his head again, "No one dares to send him a list."

"Why?" He Chen asked.

"Because my dad is the director of the General Administration."

This answer successfully made He Chen knock over the seasoning jar at hand. He never thought that this young man still has such a routine incident waiting here.

Si Buhui also quickly reviewed the conversation between the two in his mind, and then suddenly said, "It turns out that you want to know more about my family. It's my fault that I didn't tell you immediately."

"My father's name is Si Ren, and he's the director of the Administration for Human-Beast Relations; my mother's name is Lin Xinsheng, and she's a horror novelist." Si Buhui began to introduce his family tree in detail.

"Horror novel writer" He Chen heard an interesting term, "What did Auntie write? Maybe I've read it." When he was in college, the young man from Northeast China who slept on the bed opposite He Chen liked to read horror novels every night. After the lights were turned off, He Chen could always hear a slight trembling sound coming from the bed next door. Needless to say, this 1.9-meter-old man was trembling again from the fright of the novel.

Si Buhui gave the title of the book "Daydream Talk."

Daydream about He Chen, I really read it. Its author, Yimeng, is one of the most well-known horror novel writers in the country. He Chen accompanied her roommate to her signing party when she was in college, and the team went around the venue. Two laps and no end in sight.

"Your mother is a charming dream." He Chen almost didn't roll his eyes in shock, "that charming dream who wrote the Ghost in a Box series"

Si Buhui nodded, "This set was written by her as an enlightenment book for me when I was a child."

He Chen fell into a deep silence again. Sure enough, what kind of people can cultivate what kind of offspring, his enlightenment reading is Suiyuan Food List, and Si Buhui's enlightenment reading is the Ghost in the Box series, and then he became The cook who opened a small restaurant, Si Buhui became a monster catcher with zero housework ability.

After He Chen's spiritual world was broken up and reshaped countless times, the time finally reached the moment when it could be boiled.He went to the stove and turned off the fire, lifted the lid of the pot to dissipate the heat, and then took the crock out of the pot through a thick insulation cloth.

The soup in the earthen jar became clearer under the action of medicinal spring water, and the ground wild rice was soaked almost transparently, but you can still see a little bit of leaf vein texture, which is as delicate as a thin emerald carving.

He Chen scooped up some soup with a spoon into a small bowl, stirred the spoon and took a sip to taste the taste. The fresh and warm soup was poured into his throat, and his mouth was immediately wrapped by the blend of chicken soup, wild vegetables and ham. The salty soup After swallowing, the mouth is full of saliva, but the aftertaste is sweet with a long lasting flavor, which seems to wake up the sleeping tongue.

"Delicious" He Chen finished sipping the soup in his mouth, feeling that his cooking skills had improved again.

Turning his head to see Si Buhui looking at him without blinking, He Chen was instantly defeated by his eyes again.He turned around and took out a new bowl from the cupboard, scooped some soup into the bowl, and added some shredded ham by the way.

He Chen pushed the soup bowl full of ingredients to Si Buhui, and said to him with a smile, "Here, drink it."

Si Buhui's eyes became brighter, he picked up the bowl, and thanked loudly, "Thank you, lady." After finishing speaking, he didn't need a spoon, and sipped the soup directly along the mouth of the bowl.He was still wearing the crane cloak, and the young prince's attire and his unrestrained actions did not look rough, but had a different charm.

When He Chen came to his senses, he realized that he had been watching Si Buhui drink the soup and hadn't moved for a long time.He quickly withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly to cover up the embarrassment in his heart, stirred the soup in the crock, and said to Si Buhui who put down the soup bowl, "The soup is ready, call He Musheng in and let him drink."

Thinking that he was saved, He Musheng, who was holding the cat, slept soundly this time, and even snored when Si Buhui called.Si Buhui observed it up and down, and finally decided to rescue Corgi who was in his arms first.

The warm Corgi brand hand warmer was removed from his hand, He Musheng woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and saw Si Buhui standing in front of him, and asked excitedly, "Brother Si, is my life-saving medicine ready?"

Si Buhui picked up the cat and turned around, "Let's go to the front hall."

Walking to the front hall, the competent Boss He has carefully arranged the pot of soup and bowls. Before he walked to the table, He Musheng first sniffed the scent of the soup floating in the air, feeling that the itching on his body seemed to be After being taken away for most of the time, he immediately said with joy on his face, "It's so delicious, Boss He's cooking is really amazing."

Although he was always being praised for his good cooking skills, He Chen still sounded very happy. He smiled and said, "You have a drink first."

He Musheng couldn't wait to pick up the bowl, drank three mouthfuls of soup in a row, then licked the shredded ham sticking to his lips in satisfaction, and commented, "This is the best soup I've ever had in my life."

"This life is still very long," He Chen said, "As long as you live, you will be able to drink more delicious soup."

He Musheng was very moved by these words, and he took another sip of the soup, "No, Boss He, if this bowl of soup can save my life, then it will always be the best soup I've ever had in my life."

In the end, He Musheng drank down the whole pot of crock soup without leaving a single drop. After putting down the crock pot, he burped unsatisfactorily, rubbed his stomach and asked Si Buhui, "Brother Si, after finishing drinking?" After the soup, now what am I supposed to do"

Si Buhui thought for a while, then pointed to the direction upstairs where he came down, "Go back and lie down at the original place."

"Oh, okay," He Musheng walked back as promised, turning his head while walking and asked, "What are you going to do after lying down?"

"Go to sleep," Si Buhui said without any fluctuations on his face, "after waking up, drink another can of soup."

Watching He Musheng go upstairs, it was already dawn, and the dawn of a new day came again.He Chen took a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window, staring at the eaves gilded by the morning glow, he would be stunned, feeling that what he had experienced in the past few days was unimaginable in the past 25 years.He took a sip of his coffee, glanced at Si Buhui who had risen and stood behind him again at some time, and with a mischievous heart, he tilted his head and shook the mug in his hand and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Before he could say with a smile, "If you want to drink, I won't give it to you", the person behind him suddenly stretched out his hand, took the mug directly, and took a big sip from the place where He Chen just drank with his lips.

"I need to add sugar." The black coffee made Si Buhui slightly frowned, "This coffee is too bitter."

He Chen couldn't help but bend his eyes when he heard that the young master who doesn't distinguish between grains is actually teaching himself how to cook food, "Si Buhui, do you know that black coffee can refresh you? If you want to drink sweet ones, I should drink pearls." milk tea."

Si Buhui touched the sleeve of the crane cloak, and finally took out a 50 yuan ticket, "Wait a minute and drink milk tea."

"Why are you so obsessed with making me drink milk tea?" He Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This black coffee is much more valuable than pearl milk tea."

Si Buhui thought for a while and said, "When you are unhappy, you should eat sweets."

"I hope you will always be happy."