Gods and Ghosts Have Arranged Home Alone

Chapter 10 Big worm come home with me!

"Dad, try it, it smells so good."

The mutton skewers were handed to him, Ye Cheng covered his mouth and rushed to the toilet.

little boy:"……"

When Ye Cheng limply supported the wall and came out, the little boy was playing Lianliankan with his mouth flattened.

The mutton skewers he bought all the way were still steaming hot, Ye Cheng said: "You eat."

"Bought it for Dad." The little boy puffed his cheeks, his little face flushed, "Didn't Dad say he likes the cumin mutton skewers here?"

Only then did Ye Cheng remember that when he passed by the mutton shop near the hospital a few days ago, he told the little boy that the skewers in this shop were good, and he always liked to come over to eat a few skewers when he was working overtime.

Unexpectedly, the kid still remembered.

Ye Cheng was a little moved, and touched the little boy's head: "Thank you."

Ye Cheng picked up the mutton skewers, smelled the smell, covered his mouth and rushed into the toilet again.

little boy:"……"

Ye Cheng came out with a blue face, and sat down at the table with an expression of Lao Tzu's struggle, staring at the steaming mutton skewers.

"Forget it, Dad, don't force yourself if you don't want to eat." The little boy picked up the mutton skewers and took a bite. Ye Cheng looked at him, covered his mouth and rushed out again...

little boy:"……"

When Ye Cheng was lying on the bed in a poisoned state, his mind was full of flying meat skewers. He felt that he was about to be brainwashed by the meat skewers. He couldn't forget the half-cooked taste last night.

God, how could those things be eaten by people!What's even more frightening is that I actually ate it!

The little boy lay on Ye Cheng's stomach and listened to the movement inside. Ye Cheng rested his hands on his head and stared at the ceiling without speaking.

"Dad, what's the matter with you? Did you eat bad?" The little boy touched Ye Cheng's belly, and Ye Cheng's stomach growled, obviously hungry.

Ye Cheng stroked the little boy's head and sat up suddenly.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"I want to eat pork red." Ye Cheng bent over to put on his shoes, somehow, he was so hungry and wanted to eat something.When Ye Cheng recalled the half-cooked meat skewers, he missed the smell of blood a little bit, but his rationality told him that if he ate any more, something would happen.

Ye Cheng remembered that there was a sausage noodle shop near the hospital, which sold pork red soup.

Walking to the door, I happened to meet the little nurse who was about to come in.

Holding a bag of blood plasma in her hand, the little nurse said to him, "Doctor Ye, Captain Yu is awake, and he is looking for you."

"Oh, I'll be there right away." Ye Cheng stared at the bag of blood plasma and swallowed secretly.

Liang Lian cut the apples into small pieces and put them on the plate in the shape of bunnies.

Rows of cute little bunnies are neatly facing Yu Qing, and Yu Qing's heart is about to melt.

Liang Lian searched and searched but couldn't find a toothpick, so he had to stick a bamboo stick with radish and beef offal into the little rabbit's buttocks.

Yu Qing: "...can you be more violent?"

"Yes." Liang Lian picked up the little rabbit and sent it to Yu Qing's mouth.

Apple was half-fed, and Ye Cheng came in.

"Ye Cheng, what's wrong with my feet?" Yu Qing pointed to the feet that were tied like a mallet, "Why did my feet become swollen like big carrots when I woke up?"

Ye Cheng secretly glanced at Liang Lian.

The culprit looked bewildered, not knowing that the big radish was his masterpiece.

"It's just drinking too much." Ye Cheng said.

"Drinking can make your feet swell?"

"Alcohol can't be broken down, so it rushes to the feet."

Yu Qing: "..."

Ye Cheng couldn't help laughing, and when he smiled, Liang Lian laughed too.

Yu Qing had a bitter face: "How long will you be staying?"

"I can't be discharged from the hospital until my leg recovers, about a week or so." Ye Cheng said.

The little boy used a bamboo stick to insert a little bunny for Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng didn't pay attention when he was eating, and the bamboo stick pricked his mouth.

The bright red blood spread, Ye Cheng licked it, and continued: "Don't touch the ground with that foot, and don't touch the hot water, just wipe it with warm water at ordinary times."

Liang Lian fed Yu Qing to eat rabbits, and said with a smile: "Captain, you can't move in this situation, and you can't go to work. Let's apply for an annual leave with the bureau and take a rest."

Yu Qing sighed: "Okay."

Yu Qing glanced at Ye Cheng, pulled out a napkin: "Wipe."

"Wipe what?"

"Mouth."

"Mouth?" Blood seeped out again, and Ye Cheng licked it.

Yu Qing watched Ye Cheng licking his mouth intoxicated, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. In his opinion, Ye Cheng seemed to be eating his own blood.

Yu Qing stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers at Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng's whole body was shaken, and his distracted eyesight finally focused. He felt his lips hurt so much, touched it, and found that the wound was licked and swollen by him.

The little boy found a cotton swab and gently pressed it on Ye Cheng's lips.

Ye Cheng sat for a while and felt very irritable. He was very thirsty and wanted to drink water. Ye Cheng poured himself a glass of plain water, but he still felt thirsty after drinking it. Liang Lian stopped his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Liang Lian touched Ye Cheng's forehead, "It's a little hot, like a fever?"

Ye Cheng shook his head, licked his lips again, the wound was licked by him, and blood came out again, Liang Lian lit a cigarette and stuck it in Ye Cheng's mouth, the smell of nicotine dispelled a lot of the smell of blood, Ye Cheng finally recovered God, with a cigarette in between, smiled and said, "Thank you."

Ye Cheng and Liang Lian went to the balcony to smoke, Liang Lian asked: "Ye Cheng, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No."

Liang Lian showed him a mirror. Ye Cheng's face was haggard, and his eye circles were as dark as a panda's.

Ye Cheng touched his face and smiled wryly: "Maybe I haven't slept well recently."

"I'm sorry to trouble you last night." Liang Lian patted him, "Have a good rest, I'll just watch over Yu Qing."

After smoking, the two walked into the ward, just as another patient came back.

"Can't I be discharged from the hospital?" Fatty Liao yelled, "It's all good."

Mrs. Liao persuaded her with a good temper: "Old Liao, your matter is big or small. It is best to stay in the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Didn't Dr. Chuanchuan suggest that you stay in the hospital for observation?"

Fatty Liao is the big boss of a clothing company. He suffered intracranial hemorrhage after falling down the stairs one day, and almost became a vegetable. Mrs. Liao was eager to have her husband checked every day, for fear of any sequelae.

So in the luxury suite for two, Yu Qing and Fatty Liao became neighbors.

When Ye Cheng left, Fatty Liao was chatting with Yu Qing, scratching his neck while chatting, Madam Liao pulled her husband's hand away and straightened his collar.

Zheng Chuanchuan was chatting with two foreign doctors. Seeing Ye Cheng approaching, he greeted him, "Doctor Ye."

"Hey." Ye Cheng walked over.

"This is Dr. Peter and Dr. Bruno. They come here for exchange and study, and they are assigned to our department." Zheng Chuanchuan said.

Doctor Peter has blond hair and blue eyes, like an elegant prince who came out of a fairy tale.Bruno standing beside him has black hair, high nose and deep eyes.The two were tall and strong, and standing together became a handsome landscape, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

"Hello, Doctor Ye." Doctor Peter stretched out his hand. Although he is a foreigner, he speaks fluent and standard Chinese accent.

Ye Cheng shook hands with them one by one, a few men chatted about work, the little boy was bored, and hugged Ye Cheng's thigh in circles.

Dr. Peter smiled and said, "Is your son?"

The little boy raised his chest: "Hmm!"

"Good boy." Doctor Peter gave the little boy a few candies.

In the ward, an old nanny was serving Hannah to eat pork red soup. Hannah snorted after eating, and finally picked up the whole bowl and poured it into his mouth. The old nanny was very happy to see that she liked it.

Ye Cheng walked in, knocked on the door, and said with a smile, "Hannah, you are in good spirits."

Hannah hurriedly greeted: "Ye Cheng, you came just in time, come and eat something, Aunt Li made it herself, you can't buy it outside."

Hannah's eyes were getting darker and darker, but she was in good spirits, and she got out of bed to move Ye Cheng's chair.

Aunt Li made a bowl for each of them. Ye Cheng and Hannah sat side by side, chatting while eating. The little boy lay on Ye Cheng's lap, and Ye Cheng took a spoonful of pig red to feed him.

It happened that Hannah's husband came back with the baby in his arms. The baby started crying again when he entered the room. The man sat on the bedside and hummed a little song to tease his son. However, no matter how much he teased him this time, the baby kept crying. The strength seems to be struggling.

Aunt Li guessed: "Maybe the little baby smells like pig red, you should take him out to get some air."

"Okay." The husband went out again holding the baby.

The pot of pork red soon bottomed out, and there was still a bowl left. Hannah called her husband back and told him to eat while it was hot.

Hannah wanted to hold the baby, but the baby finally calmed down and cried loudly. Aunt Li had no choice but to carry the baby out of the room.

The husband was sitting by the bed, eating delicious pork red, Hannah and Ye Cheng watched him eat, for some reason, Ye Cheng felt very thirsty again and really wanted to drink water.

Hannah suddenly clutched her chest, her eyes were red.

"Ho...ho...huchi...huchi..."

Ye Cheng was startled, and quickly stroked her back, the husband stopped eating, put down the bowl and sat beside his wife.

Hannah took a long time to catch her breath, and waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.

Ye Cheng asked her what was going on, Hannah said it was okay, she started to have trouble breathing a few days ago, the doctor said it was a little aftereffect of hurting her lungs, and it will be fine after resting for a while.

Aunt Li made pig red for her to clear her lungs and nourish her body.

Ye Cheng went home directly after leaving the hospital.

The little boy made a glass of honey water for him to drink. After Ye Cheng finished drinking the water, he lay on the bed for a while, got up to smoke, drank a can of beer, and stood by the window to enjoy the wind for a while.

The little boy took his wallet and put on his shoes by the shoe cabinet.

"Where are you going?"

"Buy groceries."

"Is the house gone?"

"No more." The little boy asked, "Daddy, what do you want for dinner?"

"Pig... Forget it." Ye Cheng picked up the key, "Let's go together, buy some vegetables and make some soup."

Ye Cheng nestled at home for a few days. During these few days, they took the leftovers to the lake to look for the big bug, but the bug couldn't make it out. Instead, when feeding it, the administrator summoned it. come over.

In just a few days, Ye Cheng felt that his taste had become very strange. He especially liked meat and couldn't get enough of it.

The little boy cooked a plate of lean meat, and Ye Cheng was lazily lying on the sofa with the plate, watching TV while eating.

"Dad, let's go for a walk." The little boy said, "It's sunny today."

"I'm so tired, I don't want to leave." Ye Cheng handed him the empty plate, "Little devil, your cooking skills have improved a lot."

The little boy was very happy and brought a plate of Chinese cabbage.

Ye Cheng didn't eat it.

The little boy fed him with cabbage, and Ye Cheng reluctantly ate a few slices.

"Dad, eat some more."

"No more."

"Isn't it delicious?" The little boy pouted.

"It's delicious." Ye Cheng smiled and pinched his little face, "But I don't want to eat vegetables."

"Dad, don't be picky eaters, just eat more."

Ye Cheng reluctantly took another bite, and the little boy stroked him: "Good boy."

"Who is whose son?" Ye Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The afternoon sun shone warmly into the hall. After washing the dishes, the little boy crawled into Ye Cheng's arms with his wet hands. Ye Cheng hugged him and read him fairy tales.

The little boy became sleepy after hearing this, and Ye Cheng also yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Dad, will you read this book?"

Ye Cheng took a look, okay, Compendium of Materia Medica.

Ye Cheng also has a lot of research on Chinese medicine. The Compendium of Materia Medica is his favorite book. He flipped through a few pages and said, "This book is not a story, it's boring."

"Read it." The little boy rubbed against him.

The breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining on his shoulders. Ye Cheng nestled on the sofa and read with the little devil in his arms. His voice was calm and magnetic. The little boy turned his head and looked at Ye Cheng's serious and handsome profile. He couldn't help leaning closer. Before, kissed.

"Hey, little rascal." Ye Cheng ruffled the little boy's hair, his sleeve slipped off, revealing a purple scar on his wrist.

In the evening, when Ye Cheng said that he would cook by himself, the little boy who was wearing an apron was full of surprise: "Are you cooking?"

"Yeah! Don't think that I only know how to eat!" Ye Cheng put on his apron, "What do you want to eat?"

The little boy thought for a while: "Garlic eggplant."

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Shredded pork with Beijing sauce?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

Little boy: "Okay, how about braised tofu?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

Little boy: (⊙﹏⊙)b

The little boy flipped through the menu and pointed to a dish: "That's it."

"Scrambled eggs with tomato? Oh, this is easy."

The little boy looked expectantly at Ye Cheng putting on the apron, cutting tomatoes and cracking eggs with style, and couldn't help sighing: "Dad, you are really amazing!"

Ye Cheng looked like a little bitch and was optimistic about your father's expression, but he was actually very arrogant, and successfully fried a pot of tomato eggs.

Little boy: "...I'll do it."

Ye Cheng: "...Okay."

Ye Cheng watched from the sidelines, watching the kid busy washing and chopping vegetables. His eyes fell on the beef on the cutting board. The beef was still bloodshot. After washing the vegetables, the little boy cut the beef into thin strips, gathered them into a pile, and turned to planing ginger .

The little boy smiled and said, "Father, if I leave, won't I starve you to death?"

"There is fast food."

“Fast food is bad.”

"What should I do?"

"As long as I'm with you, it's fine." The little boy peeled off the ginger, "Father, I will support you."

"Smelly brat, who is raising whom now?"

The little boy laughed out loud, turned around, just in time to see Ye Cheng reaching out his hand like a demon, grabbing a handful of beef and stuffing it into his mouth.

The little boy let out an exclamation and grabbed his hand.

"Dad! Wake up! Wake up!"

The beef was spilled all over the floor, and the voice of the little boy came from afar. Ye Cheng seemed to be in a dream, and went to grab the beef with a blank face.

After being punched in the face, Ye Cheng covered his face, his eyes slowly focused, and saw that there were still some meat and blood stains on his hands, Ye Cheng licked them.

His hands were firmly grasped and twisted behind his back.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Dad! Don't move!"

The little boy was so strong, Ye Cheng felt as if his hands were about to be caught by the pliers, he struggled for a long time, exhausted himself out of breath.

The meal was still unfinished in the end, the little boy didn't dare to handle beef anymore, so he washed Ye Cheng's hands, cleaned up the kitchen, and took him out for dinner.

Sitting in the dining room, Ye Cheng couldn't help sighing, "Why do I feel like I'm becoming more and more like a son?"

The little boy teased him: "Call Dad quickly."

"Little rascal!" Ye Cheng rubbed his head, looked at a table of vegetarian dishes, and said helplessly, "Can't I order some meat?"

"There's no meat here." The little boy took out a bone from the stewed lotus root, poured soy sauce on it and put it in Ye Cheng's bowl.

Ye Cheng gnawed cherishingly in small bites.

The little boy observed for a long time and asked, "Dad, does your face still hurt?"

Ye Cheng covered his face and howled hypocritically a few times.

The little boy pushed his hand away, leaned over to rub it, and kissed him again. Ye Cheng pushed him away with a blushing face: "What kind of hooligans are you at a young age, eat quickly!"

The little boy brought him vegetables, and Ye Cheng ate whatever he picked.

The two of them never talked about eating raw meat, Ye Cheng couldn't help but feel sick when he thought about it.

After dinner, Ye Cheng packed a portion of stewed lotus root for supper, and the two walked to the lake. Ye Cheng threw bones and leaves into the lake, attracting groups of fish, but the big bug still didn't appear.

Ye Cheng was tired, so he sat on a chair and watched the stars with the little boy.

The night was fine tonight, with no clouds in the sky. The two of them looked at each other stupidly. Suddenly, a light flashed across the night, and the light was fleeting. Ye Cheng came back to his senses and regretted, "I forgot to make a wish!"

"what is that?"

"meteor."

"Oh." The little boy tilted his head, "Why do you want to make a wish?"

"It's very spiritual to make a wish with a shooting star."

"What does daddy want?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ye Cheng casually said, "Find a wife and live the rest of your life."

The little boy snatched his cigarette and threw it into the night sky. The butt of the cigarette flickered like a shooting star across the sky. The little boy put his hands around his mouth and said loudly to the butt of the cigarette: "I want to be with Dad! Cook for me!" He eats!"

"Smelly brat." Ye Cheng stroked his head.

The little boy said again: "Father, don't want a wife! Bachelor... oh!"

The little boy was dragged into Ye Cheng's arms, Ye Cheng rubbed his little face, and scolded with a smile: "Little rascal, you've got more courage, right! How dare you curse your father as a bachelor forever?"

"I didn't say that! Ugh... Dad said it himself!"

Something moved in their line of sight, the two turned their heads, and the bag stopped in guilt.

"Stewed lotus root?" the little boy asked.

"Stewed lotus root!" Ye Cheng was stunned.

Big Chongzi thought he had covered it up well, seeing the two chatting nonchalantly and continuing to drag the bag, the moment he was about to enter the water, the bag was picked up.

"Get it yourself if you want." Ye Cheng put the bag far away in the corner, opened the lunch box, and ate happily with the little boy.

The tentacles moved towards the lunch box pitifully, Ye Cheng deliberately picked up a piece of lotus root and shook it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's delicious! It's delicious!" Ye Cheng ate deliciously.

The tentacles watched for a while, then slowly sank into the water.

"Is it angry?" Ye Cheng said helplessly.

I wanted to tease it and let it go ashore, but I ran away in anger.

It seems that today is unable to catch it again.

Ye Cheng packed up his things and was about to leave, but the little boy grabbed him and said softly, "Shh, Dad, look over there."

Ye Cheng followed his gaze and looked over.

Not far away, a large translucent jelly is crawling towards the shore at an extremely slow speed...

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