About the matter of Mrs. Chen's superstition in science

The eel pieces are neatly stacked on the iron pan, the skin gradually oozes fat, and the slight crackling sound explodes in the air. The outside is charred and the inside is tender and roasted just right. Then put it on a beautiful lacquer plate and pour sauce juice.

Tanjiro, who is used to eating rough tea and light meals, couldn't control the secretion of saliva. The meat was soft but did not fall apart with a chopstick, and it was full of enjoyment to eat it in his mouth.

"It's delicious...it's really delicious, my wife-san!"

I don't usually see her husband eating, Ruocai often doubts herself, and this will be affirmed. The mood is like eating honey, and she hurriedly asks, "Really? Is it really delicious? Zaomen, what do you want to eat tonight? Sashimi? Tempura? Sukiyaki? Hot pot? Or kaiseki?"

Tanjiro was stunned by her frighteningly bright eyes, "Well, no need, I was very grateful to my wife-san for letting me live here, how can I bother you with three meals."

"I like cooking, but I have never seen people eating it. Seeing Mr. Zaomen eating so happily makes me feel very happy."

Finding that she was not saying polite words but thinking from the heart, Tanjiro couldn't refuse anymore, "Then thank my wife-san first, and you can just call me Tanjiro."

"Tanjiro." Wakana tried to call out, and then sneered, "Stop using the honorific 'You', Tanjiro, and say 'Auntie', in fact, I'm not much older than you."

Since the introduction of foreign culture, women have been partially liberated, and more and more people are marrying and having children later, but love is a sweet poison. When I saw Tsukihiko, I knew it was him. Wakana was 15 years old. Married to him, now only 22 years old.

"No wonder my wife-san looks very young." Before she said that she was an 'auntie', Tanjiro also lamented that even a childish face is too much, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is 16 years old.

Women who are praised as young and married are of course benefited, and the smile on Wakana's face is even worse. After smiling, she unconsciously looks at the clock next to her. Whenever this happens, her eyes will always be dim.

Tanjiro had never seen a clock before this, but the upper dial is very similar to a clock, presumably it is also a timekeeping tool, and now the hour hand is pointing to the number 12, "My wife-san always checks the time, is she worried about your husband? "

Wakaca couldn't help sighing, "Usually, even if I come back late, I will call home."

"Don't worry too much. Maybe it's because I'm too busy with work. Didn't my wife Sang say that she would develop some new medicine?"

Wakaca was comforted by him, nodded thoughtfully, and finally smiled, "Yueyan always forgets the time when he gets busy."

Tanjiro took a deep look at her. Although he persuaded her, he always had a bad feeling in his heart. There are ghosts eating people here. Before dawn, what if he was attacked by ghosts on the way back? up...

Seeing him standing up suddenly and taking the Japanese sword that was placed aside, Wakana hurriedly called to him, "Tanjiro, where are you going?"

"I... I'll go outside and see if there is any suitable... um, work for me."

Tanjiro is not good at lying, so he hastily turned his back, guilty of not daring to look at her.

Wakaca didn't think too much, but pointed to the knife which was not for decoration, "You will be arrested for holding a control knife, it's better not to carry it."

Tanjiro really doesn't know the rules in the city, so is it forbidden to wear swords here?But this is the sun wheel knife, except for sunlight, which is the only weakness of ghosts.Even if there is no way to move in the sun, there is no guarantee that the ghost is hiding in a dark place, and there is no way to fight without a weapon.

Seeing his hesitation, Wakaca guessed that there was something hidden that could not be revealed, so she didn't get to the bottom of it, and asked him to wait a while and run upstairs. When he came back, he had something extra in his hand, which was made of gold brocade. The finished cloth cover is just the right size for Japanese knives.

Tanjiro raised his hand in surprise and touched it. These magnificent gold and silver threads are woven into a pierced lotus pattern. The pattern is spread all over the whole cloth, without revealing any space, and it is extremely exquisite. "This is..."

Wakana pulled out the label on the bag and hung it in a conspicuous place, "This is from the most famous kendo gym in Tokyo. It is used to hold bamboo swords for students. If you don't open it, no one will find out what is inside. Just pay attention to it." Just don't pull/take/come out in front of people."

The fingertips rubbed the intertwined gold and silver threads, bringing a slightly rough touch, and even scratching the softest part of the heart.Tanjiro carried the big wooden box on his back and bowed to her again, "Thank you, my wife-san, then I'm going out."

"Be careful on the road. If you want to find a job, you can go to the sixth district of Asakusa."

"I remember, thank you."

Looking for a job is just an excuse, Tanjiro intends to look for ghosts in the nearby places with weak sunlight, and whispers behind him, "Nezuko, my wife-san is really a very gentle person, I must find out This hidden ghost, can't put her in danger."

got no response.

Tanjiro put his hands back, touched the top of the wooden box, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Nezuko, sleep well, my brother will definitely protect you."

……

Tanjiro disappeared from Wakana's sight carrying a large wooden box that didn't match his body shape.

Wakana watched him leave all the way, and murmured softly, "Why do you keep saying thank you, but why do you have to carry that box everywhere you go? Is it something important inside?"

Even if it was in the guest room, she would not open it to read it, let alone keep it for herself because it was valuable. The feeling of not being trusted hurt her somewhat.

Doing a good job of sanitation inside and outside the house, Wakana helped her sore waist, and half-jokingly said to herself, "I really have to get old, and I can't stand it with such a little amount of activity."

After speaking, I was a little thirsty, so I went downstairs to pour some water. After I turned around, I was startled by the figure on the sofa. I took a closer look and found that it was Yue Yan, still wearing the clothes when I went out last night, and his face was not very good-looking, very pale.

"Why are you sitting here in silence? Are you tired? I'll get you some water. By the way, there's still food. Have you eaten, Yue Yan? Shall I make some dumplings?"

"Need not."

Wakana was frozen by the indifference in his tone, "...Tsukihiko?"

"I have eaten in the company, sorry, I am really tired."

Yue Yan's lips curled into a familiar arc, as if the coldness just now was just an illusion, Ruo Cai automatically ignored the strangeness, and hurried upstairs, saying, "I'm going to drain the water right now, Yue Yan, wait a little longer , It will be more comfortable to take a bath and then sleep."

The ending sound followed the stairs and disappeared at the corner of the corridor on the second floor. Tsukihiko sat there maintaining the movement just now, the smile on his face faded like a tide, and the sakura-colored pupils lost the warmth that humans should have.