triple world

When Fu Yan walked out of the room, Song Qiluo, the little girl across the door, was talking with the shadow. Beside her was a tall and slender sister Yu who looked a bit like her. She didn't smile much but the atmosphere was very harmonious. It should be the shadow of the little girl.

He opened the door and came out, and a few people soon found out, so the topic stopped there.

Shadow stepped forward and walked over, looking at Fu Yan with worried eyes.

"Are you all right?" Shadow asked.

Fu Yan shook his head: "It's okay, is there anything to eat?"

Two days without eating or drinking, the iron man can't hold it. Fu Yan thinks he is not made of iron. He is still hungry when he should be hungry, especially now that his mood is much more stable. He has the mood to eat, and he protests when he mentions eating. more powerful.

Shadow: "Yes, I cooked some porridge and it's still warm."

Although shadows can eat, it is not necessary. After becoming shadows, part of their bodies has been out of the human category. If Fu Yan doesn't eat, he doesn't cook.

He just cooked a pot of porridge and kept it warm in the kitchen, and he could fill his stomach when Fu Yan came out. There were ingredients he had bought before in the refrigerator, so he could make some side dishes for the porridge temporarily.

Song Qiluo stood there in embarrassment. She already knew from the shadow Fu Yan that Fu Yan hadn't come out for two days and was not in good condition.

Compared to the previous Fu Yan, standing here now, he could feel a sense of alienation. For a while, she didn't dare to speak, and didn't know whether to leave or stay.

While Fu Yan went to the kitchen, Song Qiluo tugged on the sleeve of the shadow Fu Yan and said: "Brother Fu, then I'll go back first, and I won't disturb you."

Just as the shadow Fu Yan was about to nod, Fu Yan, who looked around the kitchen, came out and said to Song Qiluo and her shadow, "Don't go yet."

Song Qiluo was confused: "?"

Fu Yan glanced at her, turned around and entered the kitchen, and his voice sounded after a while: "Let's have a meal together."

Song Qiluo: "???"

Two hours later, six people were neatly seated at the dining table, plus Fu Yan and his shadow who were busy in the kitchen had assembled two tables of mahjong.

In addition to Song Qiluo, there were also two uncles upstairs and downstairs who were invited over. At this moment, they all looked at each other and dared not speak. The atmosphere was a bit weird.

It's not really an uncle, it's just that they lived in this building longer than Shadow Fu Yan and Song Qiluo.

Fu Yan and Song Qiluo lived on the third floor of this dilapidated Tongzi building. Ling Mu who lived on the fourth floor and Zuo Yangshuo who lived on the second floor were both called by Song Qiluo, because Fu Yan said that the crowds should be more lively, so he put the two men upstairs and downstairs together. And their shadows also took with them.

Ling Mu and Zuo Yangshuo happened to have just cleared a game world and were resting at home, Song Qiluo was still a little surprised when they knocked on the door.

Ling Mu just came back, and when Song Qiluo said that Fu Yan invited him to dinner, he clapped his hands and came with his own shadow, but Zuo Yangshuo had already cleaned up half of it. I can't care so much about the situation, and that's why there are such a table of people now.

Song Qiluo glanced at the kitchen, then at the dishes on the table, they were too rich.

On the small table, there are sauced duck, sweet and sour fish, crab roe tofu, soy cucumber, scrambled eggs with tomato, cold enoki mushrooms, garlic baby vegetables and shrimp and winter melon soup, and a bowl of crispy braised pork in red color is placed in the middle Bright and attractive, she only felt that she could be bounced up by the skin when poked down with chopsticks. For a while, her nose was filled with the smell of meat, and her eyes were straight.

Ling Mu and Zuo Yangshuo were not much better either.

Zuo Yangshuo usually cooks by himself, so he is self-sufficient, and going out to eat once in a while is a reward for himself.

Ling Mu is different. He and his shadow are both kitchen idiots. They cook instant noodles or fry the kitchen every minute. There are also takeaways here. The two usually rely on takeaways to survive, and occasionally rob The residents downstairs add extra meals for themselves, and the beauty is endless.

Zuo Yangshuo was quite proud of his culinary skills at first, but after seeing it today, he realized what is insignificant.I was still regretting the meat in the pot, but now I am thinking about how to get an extra chopstick later.

As for Ling Mu, he was already thinking about coming here for dinner next time.

Now that the two of them are sitting at this table, they have spent 12 points of effort to restrain themselves from picking up the chopsticks.

Ling Mu sneaked a glance at the kitchen, lowered his head and took a deep sip from the bowl in front of him: "I feel like I haven't eaten in eight lifetimes, and I'm very hungry now."

His shadow has the same personality as him, and he is also eager to try it now, wishing to see a hole in the braised pork with his eyes.

At this time Zuo Yangshuo's shadow said, "Qi Luo, what's the situation now?"

Song Qiluo: "How do I know? Brother Fu said that Brother Yan locked himself in the room for two days and didn't come out. I just came to deliver something to Brother Fu when he came out. Wow, that was so scary, I didn't dare to speak, I'm afraid that he will suddenly explode and blow my head off!"

Song Qiluo stretched out her hand exaggeratedly, in exchange for Zuo Yangshuo and Ling Mu's disdainful eyes, they didn't dare to say hello when they met before, but after seeing this table of dishes, Brother Yan called him, what a shame!

Her shadow pushed her to calm her down, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Brother Fu really didn't say anything, we were left to eat out of nowhere."

Although it is not clear what is going on, it is not a bad thing for the three people and three shadows. After all, the table of rich food in front of them is still very attractive to them.

Many parts of the third level world are the same as the real world, and people can live here by relying on previous cognition.

But here, as long as you have points, you can do whatever you want, and the food is the same. There are many high-end restaurants in the third world. It costs tens of thousands of points for a trip, and no one can bear it.

In particular, Ling Mu consumes a lot of food every day, and one point has to be deducted in half. He just thinks this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Because of Shadow Fu Yan, they didn't think there was anything wrong.

"I think we have to eat it quickly, otherwise the meat will be cold and tasteless." Ling Mu took a sip of saliva and said seriously.

Just when Ling Mu and Song Qiluo were about to sink their heads into the bowl, Fu Yan and his shadow Fu Yan came out from the kitchen.

The two restrained themselves a little, and sat upright solemnly.

Fu Yan held a plate of Coca-Cola chicken wings in his hand. The browned chicken wings fried on both sides had soaked up the soup, the skin shimmered slightly, exuding a sweet aroma. Fu Yan put him on the reserved place on the table, a table of dishes That's it.

Shadow Fu Yan moved out the rice cooker, and soon everyone began to eat.

The dining table is an excellent place to promote relationships, at least those who eat the meal are satisfied, and Brother Yan is full of praise every bite.

The braised pork was the first one to be snatched up. Ling Mu looked around and smiled embarrassedly, and then stretched out his hand towards the sauce unceremoniously.

Of course Song Qiluo didn't do it. After a fight, she snatched a spoonful from Ling Mu. Ling Mu scraped off the rest of the sauce while feeling distressed.

Zuo Yangshuo was also ready to make a move, but it was too much to lose points in the fight with the two, and it would be gone after a while.

Fu Yan ate the porridge prepared by Ying Ying, and only ate a few Coca-Cola chicken wings, and did not touch other dishes. Ying Ying saw it in his eyes, and he understood the general idea in his heart.

After eating and drinking enough, several people spread out on the chairs and couldn't move.

The dining table was wiped clean and there was nothing left, even the rice was hollowed out. The few people resolutely carried out the CD-ROM operation to the end.

Ling Mu hiccupped and looked at Fu Yan with bright eyes: "Brother Yan, your skills are really good!"

Song Qiluo: "Yes, brother Yan, were you a chef before? This is the best meal I've had here."

Song Qiluo's shadow felt the tight waistband, and secretly loosened it, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zuo Yangshuo also enjoyed the meal, and they thanked Fu Yan.

Fu Yan: "It's nothing, I just want to cook something to eat, and there will be more people to make it lively."

Ling Mu was full of flattery: "Brother Yan, can I come to you again next time for a meal? I will give you points, not for nothing!"

"I think you are an idiot!" Song Qiluo kicked him and whispered, smiling brightly with a small face.

Fu Yan waved his hand: "No, next time I think about it, let me know in advance, I'll just do more."

Ling Mu hurriedly thanked him, and smiled proudly at Song Qiluo.

Soon Song Qiluo and the others left. They were actually a little confused when they were suddenly called to dinner, but several people noticed that Fu Yan's mood didn't seem to be very good, but they all tacitly didn't mention it, and behaved like a ruthless eating machine.

Fu Yan glanced at the plate on the table, it was clean.

In the past, every time he cooked, his younger brother also praised him like that, eating cleanly and then hugging him and acting like a baby.

Fu Yan frowned slightly.

Shadow accompanied him to clean up the mess. He could see that Fu Yan was hiding something in his heart, and since he didn't say it, he didn't think about asking him to say it.

Although the usually gentle young man has tried his best to control his expression, there is still a strong sadness revealed.

When everything was over and Fu Yan was about to return to his room, the shadow suddenly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yan asked.

Shadow Fu Yan: "I know it might be too fast to say this, but we are one now, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

He paused and said: "If you can, you can tell me if you have something on your mind, don't keep it in your heart."

Fu Yan was silent for a while, he really felt the other party's concern, in the previous state, he might really be able to share his affairs with the shadow, but after facing that little girl in the last world, his His heart was suddenly overwhelmed by great fear and pain, and he couldn't even open his mouth to say a word.

He could only nod his head, and then returned to the room.

Shadow Fu Yan sighed helplessly, and turned off the light in the living room.

Fu Yan lay on the bed without any sleepiness.

The stomach is full from food, but the chest feels empty and dull.

S-level game world - meat.body.trade.trade