I rely on cooking to dominate the ghost killing team

In the evening, an awkward silence spread in Tomioka's kitchen.

Yiyong didn't speak, and Wuyue didn't dare to speak out.

A gust of icy wind rushed in unexpectedly, sweeping away all the warmth in an instant, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, almost reaching the critical freezing point.

In fact, the kitchen is not so cold - it's just that Wuyue panicked.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, which was the result of the intertwining of low temperature and fear.She gripped the edge of the pot cover tightly, her ten fingers were about to become stiff from the cold.

Yiyong on the side kept staring at the big hole in the bottom of the pot, didn't say anything, and looked no different from his usual appearance.

He didn't seem to be surprised at the fact that the bottom of the pot was burned through, but Wu Yue felt that it was not that simple.

This kind of performance might be a harbinger of some kind of violent storm.

But Wuyue couldn't be sure, after all, she had never seen the appearance of being righteous and angry-maybe she was forced to experience it.

The more Wu Yue thought about it, the more worried she became, and even her empty stomach began to throb.She hunched her shoulders and curled up slightly, not daring to speak.

Gathering up her courage, she sneaked a few quick glances at Yi Yong.The kitchen was a little dark, his expression was not real, but it was still flat, and no emotion could be seen.

May suddenly trembled.She panicked even more.

All in all, an apology.

May sincerely expressed his apology.However, because she has always been stupid, and now she is cold and nervous, her words have become stuttering.May was so ashamed that she blushed even more.

She couldn't help thinking about a very important question.

Would the iron pots of the Taisho era be very expensive?

After solving the Thorn Ghost last time, Wu Yue received a small bonus.She basically didn't touch this money, and the remaining amount can still be considered considerable.

But if the iron pot is very expensive...then what should she do if she is cash-strapped?

You can't pay for every iron pot, can you pay it back in installments?That would be too shabby!

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and Yiyong hadn't given any answer yet, Wuyue was so panicked that he was forced to cry.

"I'm really, really sorry!"

Her voice was hoarse, and her words were as soft as breathing.

"Um……"

Yi Yong pursed his lips.In fact, he wasn't angry at all, he just didn't react.

It turns out that iron pots can also be burned through - this amazing development has been circling in Giyuu's mind for a long time.

He didn't know what kind of evaluation to give.However, this seems to be... quite remarkable?

He raised his head, and finally he was willing to look away from the big hole in the bottom of the pot.

"It's okay. It's just an iron pot. You're fine."

It's a pot, it's gone if it's gone, Yiyong doesn't mind such small things at all.

After all, he also had the embarrassing experience of piercing the bottom of the pot with a shovel in the past.

Wu Yue was taken aback by Yiyong's words.She wiped away her tears vigorously and muttered: "But I..."

Without leaving Wuyue any time for self-resentment, Yiyong directly asked him a question: "Is your illness better?"

This problem is actually quite difficult for May.She didn't feel any improvement in her cold, and she still looked as bad as in the morning.

Not wanting Yiyong to worry about such an insignificant matter, she decided to violate her conscience again.

"Well... much better."

It's a bit embarrassing to do such a thing as lying.While speaking, Wu Yue quietly lowered her head, and the confidence in her words disappeared without a trace.

Even Giyuu could tell that she was trying to be brave.

Before she could continue to defend, Yiyong stretched out his hand and pressed it to her forehead.Although this is not the first time Yiyong has used this method to detect Wuyue's body temperature, this sudden movement still frightened her.She froze, not daring to move.

"Your temperature is still very high." He lowered his hand, patted May on the shoulder, and said to her, "You should go back and lie down."

Xiao Xiao's bravado was exposed, Wu Yue really couldn't pretend anymore, so she nodded helplessly.Just as she was about to walk slowly back to the room, she heard Giyuu call her out.

"I bought medicine when I came back, you should take it quickly."

Yiyong took out a small brown oiled paper bag and stuffed it into Wuyue's hand.

Squeezing it, Wuyue could feel that what was inside was small, hard-textured things.

...is it a pill?Or a shot?

Her reflexes were a bit out of control.

Seeing her staring blankly at the oiled paper bag, she didn't make a sound for a while.Yiyong thought she was sick and confused, so he helped her open the oil-paper package.

"Hand out."

May obediently do so.

Yiyong put the contents of the oiled paper bag into her hand - a few small round white pills lay in her palm.

"It's western medicine. I heard that the wind and cold will be cured soon after taking it." Yi Yong said as if exhorting, "But don't take too much."

There was a sudden lump in his throat, these small pills seemed to fall into the softest part of Wu Yue's heart.She looked up at Yiyong, and wanted to say something to him several times, but she just moved her lips, and tears overflowed from her eyes inadvertently.She was choked up and unable to speak, and could only cry silently.

This sudden "rain" surprised Yiyong.He looked at May in amazement, trying to find the reason for crying from her face, but unfortunately found nothing.

The girl's red eyes and nose from crying made Yi Yong feel uncomfortable.He didn't know what to say, so he could only ask awkwardly, "What are you crying for?"

May shook her head.She seemed to be trying to pretend that she wasn't crying, but the tears couldn't stop.She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

After a while, she heard her say in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Yiyong... Thank you. You are really a very reliable person..."

Yi Yong lowered his eyes.He shook his head slightly.

"It's just a trivial matter." He said lightly, "Anyone else would do the same thing."

He said it lightly, but Wuyue knew that it was not taken for granted, so no matter what Yiyong said, she would still be grateful.

Looking at the pill in her hand, she recalled a small memory from the past.

"When I was in the orphanage, I had a cold once, and I was sicker than today." She muttered softly, casually, "but the director ignored me and didn't care about my situation. I don't know if he Didn't realize I was sick, or simply didn't want to give me medicine.

"I've been sick for a long time, and I'm not getting better. I thought I might die so poorly, but the boy who would turn into a tiger, he brought me the medicine - it was stolen from the dean .”

That was already a long time ago, but now it clearly appeared in front of my eyes.

The boy's hand passed through the cracks in the bars, holding a few capsules tightly in his palm.

That night was a new moon, so the boy wouldn't turn into a vicious white tiger.But even if it is a white tiger, she will not be afraid—maybe because she is too dependent on the warmth from others.

So at this moment, the warmth that Yiyong gave her, she wanted to hold on tightly.

"That kid is very kind."

"Yeah." Wu Yue nodded lightly, as if smiling, "However, stealing things is indeed a bit bad..."

This point still needs to be criticized.

It was completely dark.Yiyong lit a candle, and the flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes.May gripped the pill tightly.

"I'll take my medicine. Thank you."

Hearing Wuyue's promise, Yiyong was somewhat relieved.Holding a candle, he sent her back to the room.The flickering candlelight made their shadows sway, and several times, the edges of the shadows overlapped.

May gathered her hands in her sleeves, lowered her eyes.The candlelight cast an imperceptible blush on her face.

She touched her face uncomfortably.

"Then... good night, Mr. Yiyong."

For some reason, Giyuu hesitated when he gave the answer—because it seemed like it was the first time they said good night to each other.

He turned his head slightly, staggering May's gaze.

"……Good night."

After saying this, Yi Yong hurried away, his footsteps were hurried, and he seemed a little confused.

After taking the medicine, May fell asleep.She slept deeply, dreaming of the white tiger crawling in the courtyard of the orphanage, and the heroic hero standing under the moon.

This is a warm dream.

After a night of rest and the help of cold medicine, Wu Yue recovered in perfect condition!

My eyes don't hurt, my head doesn't feel dizzy, and my appetite is back.Although the voice is still a little hoarse, this little problem is not worth worrying about at all.

Humming a light tune, Wu Yue jumped all the way to the kitchen.The pot that had been burnt through was nowhere to be seen, and what stood on the stove was a brand new iron pot—one that Yi Yong had just bought.

"Mr. Giyong's movements are so fast..." Wuyue sighed and looked at the new pot carefully, and suddenly said out of nowhere, "Mr. Tetsuhara Kojiro can make pots? "

"Huh? Why did you mention him?"

Giyu didn't want to understand the connection between Tetsuhara Kojiro and the iron pot.

"Forging knives and making pots, the essence of these two things is actually the same!"

Maybe it was because she recovered from her illness, she seemed more energetic than ever, she said a lot of witty words, and there was always a smile on her mouth, but Yiyong could feel that this smile never reached her heart.She could still see the sadness in her eyes, and this bleak color was buried deep in the depths that no smile could convey.

Are you really still oppressed by the burden of the past?Yi Yong couldn't help but think so.

"I want to go to Mr. Sang Dao's house to continue practicing Thunder Breathing, starting from tomorrow, is that okay?"

Wu Yue's words brought Yi Yong back to his senses.He nodded hurriedly: "Okay. I see."

"But... before that, I want to cut my hair a little shorter."