It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

These eight magical kitchen utensils were specially shaped to have no intelligence, and they were completely subject to Qin Yuelou's control. Although their abilities were not very powerful, they could be said to be legendary kitchen utensils when used on cooks.

Use a knife that can restore the freshness of the ingredients, a knife that can clean the ingredients directly, and a jar that can speed up the fermentation...

But Qin Yuelou didn't use it at the moment, because he always felt that he had to change the shape of these kitchen utensils, otherwise there would be a cross-border lawyer's letter.

"Master Qin still has no business today?" The young scholar asked Qin Yuelou with a book basket on his back.

The scholar's surname is Wei, and his first name is Jieyuan. This name has a fairly large pattern, but perhaps it is because his own destiny cannot hold back the name, so Wei Jieyuan is still only a scholar until now.

Wei Xiucai is a teacher who came to "support education" in the "private school" in the slums. The so-called "private school" is actually a hut built before Qin Yuelou came. This hut is cold in winter and warm in summer, and it leaks rain and wind. The old people are here to teach those little kids to read, but the literacy rate is also very limited.

Wei Xiucai's "support education" is also free of charge. As for how he came to support education in the slums, he didn't say anything, but most people would call Mr. Wei when they saw it. After all, they don't need money to teach their children to read and write. I can't justify the face.

"No business, and I don't care." Qin Yuelou stood up from the pony pony, "Do you want something to eat?"

"Me? Okay." Wei Xiucai thought for a while, found a seat and sat down, "Let's have a bowl of noodles, how about beef ramen, master Qin, can you make it?"

"I've eaten too much. Even if I don't know how to do it, I can almost do it." Qin Yuelou smiled, "Wei Xiucai, take a look at what this is?"

As Qin Yuelou said, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket and waved it in front of Wei Xiucai.

"What is this?" Wei Xiucai asked Qin Yuelou.

"It's hypnosis, it allows you to express your deepest desire."

"Just dangling here and there..." "Boom!" "Snoring..."

"It's true that I don't know how to hypnotize, but I know how to marry dreams." Qin Yuelou performed the technique of marrying dreams and saw Wei Xiucai's dreams clearly.

There are different opinions on the causes of dreams, but it is understandable that the source of dream materials comes from what I have seen and heard.

The fantasy when reading novels, the intuition when watching comics and movies, when various materials are combined, dreams will form, but the dreams are illogical and too grotesque, so it takes a lot of time to spy on them with the technique of marrying dreams Just guide.

In this way, Qin Yuelou may be called the Grandmaster of Stealing Dreams.

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When he was young, he was weak and often sick. Fortunately, he met a person in the immortal way. The Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face, quite out of the world, took out a jujube that was round and plump with a fishy smell from his pocket, soaked it in water and let him drink it, and passed it every day. After this conditioning, the bones of the body gradually improved.

So he thought, wouldn't it be great if he wanted to worship that Taoist priest as his teacher, from then on he would become a fairy and transcend life and death?

But the Taoist gave him a difficult problem like a test.

That is, no matter what you see, you can't make a sound anyway, after all, those are just illusions during cultivation.

He nodded in agreement, after all he wanted to become a fairy.

So the old Taoist led him to a certain mountain top and taught him how to breathe.

Those who eat qi, the gods will never die.

But within a few days, the Taoist priest disappeared, leaving him alone on the top of the mountain, living in a hut, practicing the method of breathing breath every day.

Then he met a general in armor, the general was very powerful, led hundreds of elite soldiers, climbed to the top of the mountain, and asked him to invite the old Taoist priest out.

He kept silent, and the general became furious, so he ordered his head to be beheaded.

Then the soul returned to the underworld, sentenced to crimes according to what he did during his lifetime, and then thrown into hell for torture.

He remained silent.

Then the ghosts in the underworld captured the souls of his parents and tortured them in front of him for fun.

Although he shed blood and tears and wept bitterly, he still didn't make a sound.

Seeing that he couldn't do it, he increased the punishment until the torture was exhausted, and then he was thrown into reincarnation, but after reincarnation, he became a daughter.

So far, he still keeps in mind the old Taoist priest's entrustment.

After a long time, he still didn't speak, so he was regarded as a dumb girl by the people around him.

Even though she is dumb, she still wants to get married.

However, before he got married, he was humiliated by a strong man. Although his face was painful, he still kept silent.

So even though she married into someone else's family, she also suffered all kinds of indifference and bullying,

But the stomach is getting bigger and bigger, I can't tell if it's the wild species or...whose,

At the time of giving birth, although the pain was heart-rending, he still held back, and the baby was born healthy and healthy.

He looked at his child lovingly, but still couldn't let go of his ambition to become a fairy, so he still played the role of a dumb girl.

As the child grew up, he became more and more at odds with his husband's family.

It wasn't until the husband drank too much that his anger finally broke out. He insulted him as a person who didn't know how to keep chastity, and also called him that he should commit suicide when he was raped by a strong man, and even called that child a bastard.

So the husband picked up the child and threw the child out.

When the child's head fell on the stone, his brain burst open immediately, and the blood splashed several steps away.

It also splashed on his face.

"Ah! Child!"

Under his eagerness to love his son, he finally couldn't help crying out.

But immediately, he was pulled by the hair by the old Taoist priest and pushed into the water tank.

As he pulled his hair down, he found himself sitting on the top of the mountain, practicing the method of breathing.

The old Taoist priest was also in front of him.

It was dawn, and suddenly purple flames shot up to the thatched roof, and in an instant the flames raged and burned the house down.

The old Taoist said: "You unlucky boy, you have made me miserable! In your heart, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, evil, and desire have all been forgotten, only love you have not forgotten, the guy in the illusion threw you If you didn’t make a sound when you were a child, my elixir can be refined, and you can become an immortal. Alas, immortal talents are so rare! My elixir can be refined again, but you have to go back to the Go to the world, and continue to practice diligently in the future!"

Then, the old Taoist priest disappeared.

Although he felt like a dream, he regretted what he had done.

But also more obsessed with immortality.

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In the blink of an eye, Wei Xiucai woke up. Qin Yuelou just happened to put a bowl of noodles in front of him. He couldn't remember what Qin Yuelou did just now.

"When did I fall asleep?"

"Just now, you may be too tired. Go back and rest early after eating the noodles."

In the red oily noodle soup, the snow-white noodles are moderate in thickness and more generous in portion. The palm-sized pieces of meat are cut thickly and divided into seventeen or eight pieces to cover the noodles. With a little honey color, it looks very It looks sweet. In addition, there are sliced ​​soft-boiled eggs, pickled cabbage and dried shreds. The portion is also sufficient.

Wei Xiucai picked up the chopsticks, turned the noodles on top, and put the other dishes under it, then dug out a few spoonfuls of chili oil, spread it on the noodles, poured some old vinegar, and stirred it a few times .

The original snow-white noodles are even more red and spicy when dipped in chili oil, which also adds to the appetite.

After blowing, he sucked it into his mouth.

The noodles are strong and very tough. The upper and lower teeth cut the noodles, and after a little bit of chewing, the noodles are swallowed. The pepper also stimulates the taste buds and esophagus, as if swallowing a blazing fireball, and it falls straight into the stomach .

He couldn't help but think of the wine that his father secretly drank from the nomadic merchants in western Xinjiang when he was a child.

He couldn't help but think of his mother who took care of him tenderly and carefully when he was sick in bed, weeping silently and covering her face.

It seems that because of the pepper, his forehead is sweating.

Qin Yuelou also put the peeled garlic beside him.

"Try it, you have to eat garlic for noodles, or they won't taste good." Qin Yuelou's words bewitched him like magic.

So he threw garlic cloves into his mouth. While chewing, the spicy and pungent taste made him take a big mouthful of noodles to cover it up, and even took a mouthful of soup to wash it away, but he still shed tears because of the irritation.

He recalled that his sweetheart married someone else, and in order to stand out, he also studied hard under the ardent hope of his parents, but after reading and reading, he only got the title of a scholar. The opportunity was wasted by myself, and the opportunity to get ahead was screwed up by myself, so bitter.

He picked up a piece of honey-colored meat.

"What is this?" Wei Xiucai asked Qin Yuelou.

"These are char siew, very sweet." Qin Yuelou said, and then spoke Dajing official dialect, "These are char siew, very sweet."

Wei Xiucai took a bite, and the refreshing sweetness emanated from the meat.

He recalled that time, his sweetheart's face was flushed, he handed the lotus root to Wei Xiucai, and said shyly: "The lotus seeds are sweet, I picked them specially for you to eat."

So he couldn't help laughing, and ate a few more pieces, finally overpowering the spiciness.

He picked up half of a soft-boiled egg, the yolk was flowing, and the mouth was slippery, but it had a bit of earthy bitterness.

The world is suffering, the world is suffering, the gods are good, the gods are good, but I have suffered so much torture, haven't I still not become a fairy?Bitter.Bitter.

With a sigh, Wei Xiucai ate all the soft-boiled eggs, then ate a few pieces of char siew, and swallowed them with noodles.

With every bite, memories of the past come flooding back.

Every time he swallowed the food in his mouth, the children in the shed made him feel more and more reluctant.

When he came back to his senses, his lips and teeth were still fragrant, but in front of him was a bowl of clear soup that was as clear as water.

"What's going on here?" Wei Xiucai was puzzled.

Qin Yuelou answered as if he could read minds, but without looking up, he looked at the comic book to himself: "This soup is very overbearing, and I don't like other seasonings except its own taste, so the soup you just made The ones I ate absorb all the other flavors that are not the original taste. Now there is only this bowl of clear soup left. Besides, I don’t know how to read minds. Don’t look at me like this. Drink some soup to warm your stomach. After all, the original soup turns into the original. For food."

Wei Xiucai looked at Master Qin, who was absent-mindedly reading comics, and drank the soup as he said.

The moment you enter the mouth, the taste buds are all praising the soup from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue.

This is a kind of overbearing delicacy, which completely dilutes the previous taste residue, leaving only its own authentic taste.

But the ups and downs echoed in my heart, and all kinds of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, evil, and desire in the past also flowed back into my brain.

What becoming a fairy, what immortality, all seem so insignificant in the past memories.

The love of parents, the love of relatives and friends, the love of ignorance, the love of hidden, the love of licking the calf, all the love is full of body and mind.

He also let go of his face, and drank the soup with the bowl in his hands without any grace.

"It's delicious." He put down the bowl, burped, and praised with tears.

"Do you still want to use the lives of those children in the hut to prolong life?" Qin Yuelou's voice fell, and it seemed that a heavy blow like thunder shattered his heart defense.

"I, this, you, not..." Wei Xiucai didn't know what to say in a panic, because his little secret was exposed.

"Don't ask me how I know, everyone has secrets, I can see your suffering and struggle, so I want to give you a hand before you cause a disaster, if you insist on going your own way and want to fall into the endless hell, then I will also cook you a decapitated meal after stopping you."

Master Qin put away the comic books, stretched his legs, took out the cigarette case from the pocket of his apron, tapped it, and took out two or three cigarettes of different heights, and put them in his mouth.

He took out a box of matches, wiped them, and lit the cigarette he was holding while guarding the flame. The flame illuminated half of his face, while the other half was gloomy and cold. Then he shook the wooden pole, and the flame went out, leaving behind a small Half of the black branch flew out with a flick of the fingers.

Master Qin exhaled a puff of smoke, got up and turned over the sign, and now there was only a "seven" left.

He didn't care about Wei Xiucai, but he gave Wei Xiucai a big blow with delicious food. He turned over the sign of Qin Yuelou, leaving behind an unpredictable back view, and the red dragon with nine patterns and nine claws behind the slim white chef's uniform Embroidery, in the middle of the embroidery, there are four words [Day trip, one meal].

The patterned dragon is nimble, swimming nimbly on the chef's clothes, as if wandering in a cloud pool.

"I...don't do it anymore." Wei Xiucai let out a breath, and uttered his heart to Qin Yuelou's back.

As he uttered his heart, some of the obsessions that had been brewing in his heart were also relieved.

If you want to use the lives of others to impose evil methods and satisfy your own desire for immortality, can you still be considered a human being?

Wei Xiucai got up, bowed to Qin Yuelou to thank him, and then left with a happy heart.

There are so many strange people in the market, Wei Xiucai opened his eyes once.

And Qin Yuelou turned his head, glanced at Wei Xiucai, and the red dragon with nine stripes and nine claws behind him also disappeared.

"It's pretty cool, it's enough, it's awesome."

He sighed and smoked, and repeated it again.

"It's really bullshit."

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The scorching and poisonous sunlight poured down from the zenith, the skylight and the fallen leaves intersected, passed through the gaps between the dense green leaves, and landed mottledly on Qin Yuelou's hands that blocked his eyes, and also fell on his pure white slim chef uniform above.

"It's a bit hot." Qin Yuelou said, unbuttoning three or two of the double-breasted buttons on the front of his chest, revealing the outline of the lean chest muscles.

The red dragon with nine stripes and nine claws on the back was swimming on the white clothes, and the ear-piercing chirping of cicadas piercing through the forest and beating leaves came from his ears.

"Got it~" "Got it." "Got it!"...

One after another, ups and downs, you sing and we come on stage, and the noisy cicadas sing endlessly.

Noisy, really too noisy.

But Qin Yuelou didn't feel irritated by this, but quietly listened to the melodious singing that belonged to their blooming life.