Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

In a blink of an eye, the end of the golden autumn was over, and winter brought snow. The first snow in early December fell silently in every corner of Yuanming City.

The ends of Mi Xiaoxiao's eyes were covered with thin flakes of snow, and the six crystal petals melted into the skin, and were wet, hanging on the eyelashes.

Snow fell on Huaci's eyelashes, Mi Xiaoxiao wiped it off with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "Does Huahua like snow? When it's thick, I'll build you a snowman."

Hua Ci thinks of Mi Xiaoxiao's painting the day before yesterday, and the corners of his eyes start to twitch unconsciously, doubting this man's skill in making snowmen.

Mi Xiaoxiao is really not good at drawing, so after two months of painstaking study, the flower poems he drew can't be said to be exactly the same, but irrelevant...

The tail was painted like a feather duster, and the jade hooves were also painted like chicken feet. Mi Xiaoxiao happily handed over the tablet, "Come and have a look, isn't this nice?"

Hua Ci raised her eyelids, staring at the thing on the screen wondering: This is... a dog?

In the end, Mi Xiaoxiao threw another sentence, "This is your portrait, I copied it fairly well, right?"

Hua Ci: ... I'm afraid you may have misunderstood the word copying.

Mi Xiaoxiao was walking on the path covered with clear snow, the soles of his feet creaked, exhaled a small breath, and babbled to Huaci, "It's Christmas at the end of the month, let me think about preparing some What gift?"

After going back and forth for several days, it has been almost three months since Mi Xiaoxiao picked up Hua Ci, and he still wanted to do something special on the full day of March as a memorial day.

Pushing open the door to enter the funeral parlor, and opening the thick curtain, Mi Xiaoxiao greeted Cai Han and the others with a smile.

When it's cold, everyone can no longer go to the yard to enjoy the shade, so the idle living room comes in handy.

In the living room, a charcoal stove was burning and hot water was warming up. Several sofas were arranged in a circle. Yang Jun and Zhao Lun were discussing what to have for dinner.

Without He Ming, the life of the four of them would be comfortable. Cai Han is used to Mi Xiaoxiao's cooking, no matter how he thinks about it, he admires that his original decision was wise enough.

Yang Jun watched Mi Xiaoxiao take off the scarf, and chatted: "Last night, I watched the food channel recommend some egg pancakes, oh, the pancakes are so tender..."

I can't go on, I'm hungry.

Zhao Lun clicked his tongue twice: "If you want to eat egg cakes, I think it can be served with some spicy hot pot, and you can eat them in rolls." As soon as he opened his mouth, his saliva was about to flow out.

The last sentence was Cai Han's last sentence, "That's hard to say, the food I ordered was delivered at noon, and it's all there. I have everything I want to eat."

Every winter, the cafeteria always prepares more vegetables.

Mi Xiaoxiao listened to everyone and made an "OK" gesture, ready to go to the back kitchen to cook.

Hua Ci sat on the sofa and listened to a few people chatting. The past two months have been surprisingly quiet, and no one has come to cremate the body. Cai Han and the others are naturally happy.

After all, in places like hospitals and funeral parlors, the less business there is, the better it is.

Huaci was about to go to the back kitchen to see Mi Xiaoxiao. Mi Xiaoxiao had been in a daze for the past few days. Last week, he tripped and tripped while walking on flat ground after chopping vegetables. He was not at ease.

Cai Han and the others drank tea and chatted, none of them were rich people, even though Cai Han was the curator, he also drank broken tea with the big guys.

The mouth of the cup was covered in white mist, and when it turned upwards, Cai Han's cell phone rang.

When Hua Ci walked to the door, he heard him "tsk": "Look, you can't talk about anything, go to pick up the corpse..."

The thick door curtain was lifted open, and a cool breeze came in. The three of them hurried to drive before they finished their tea.

Huaci strolled to the back kitchen, Mi Xiaoxiao was stirring eggs, saw the white shadow, hurriedly said to him, "It's cold here, go back to the living room and cook in the small stove, the meal will be ready soon."

Flowers can't leave.

Mi Xiaoxiao simply knelt down and pushed him away, "Let's go, let's go, you'll distract me here." He made up a random excuse, he didn't want the little guy to stay in the cold.

The small window connecting the back kitchen to the cafeteria is not very tight, and occasionally it will be blown by the northwest wind, which happens to be the direction of the wind today.

Huaci was pushed out the door, so she had to go back to the living room.

He has been reluctant to go back to the underworld for a long time, and he also knows that even Yan Luowang and others are going crazy looking for him, so he simply shuts down his five senses, tightens his breath, and willfully makes them repeatedly miss the air.

Mi Xiaoxiao took out the meatballs and vegetables and was about to make a spicy pot. When he lowered his head to cut the ham, a ruler stretched out, but he couldn't see it.

The ghost behind him was so gloomy, he used a ruler to measure the radius of the ham, and then yelled at him unbearably: "It's 0.1 mm short! Why did you cut it so casually!" But Mi Xiaoxiao still couldn't hear it.

After Mi Xiaoxiao finished cutting the ham, he went to cut the meatballs, split them all in half, except for the beef balls.

Seeing this, the ghost knocked the ruler loudly, danced in anger, and his eyes were red, "The meatballs must be whole to taste, what are you doing!"

Every step after that, the ghost had to mix it up. After a while, he stomped his feet and scolded him for putting too much salt, and for a while he mocked him for putting too little chili oil.

It seems that when this ghost is alive, it should be a trivial matter... Maybe he has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Mi Xiaoxiao cooked a meal and pissed off the ghost several times.

After a while, the meal was ready, and the pick-up car made two beeps, and followed it into the small yard.

Yang Jun and Zhao Lun were busy carrying down the corpse. It was a man, covered with a white cloth. After it was sent to the memorial venue and put away, they came out to wash their hands.

Hearing the movement, the ghost ran out and stood by the door watching, staring at the corpse with a bit of mourning. Although there were no tears, he still kept wiping the corners of his eyes.

If someone saw it, they would know that the one who died might be him.

Mi Xiaoxiao brought out the meal and went to the living room to look for flowers, the ghost wandered to the mourning venue, hid behind the door, weeping.

Crying like ghosts and howling like wolves, but you can't see the tears.

Mi Xiaoxiao passed by the venue and saw an arm stretched out from under the white cloth, with many wounds randomly distributed on the arm, he was a little surprised.

Curious for a moment, he went in to have a look. He didn't dare to lift the white cloth directly, but looked down at the sign hanging on his feet. The name of the deceased was "Ying Chao", and he was the stall owner who quarreled with tourists in Furong Garden that day.

Mi Xiaoxiao was surprised for a moment, he did not expect that the second meeting would be in this way.

He saluted with a sigh, closed the door of the venue, and walked out. The ghost still glanced at him behind him.

Mi Xiaoxiao carried Hua Ci to the cafeteria, sat down to eat with them, thought of Ying Chao, and asked, "Ying Chao...how did he die?"

"I'm so mad." Zhao Lun shrugged, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Ah??" Mi Xiaoxiao caught the meatball and fell into the bowl, not knowing what to respond for a moment.

Unexpectedly, in this world, there are really people who can be... pissed off.

Zhao Lun continued to popularize science, "I heard that there are stalls in scenic spots. Isn't it winter? I'm going to the food court in the shopping mall. It seems that I have a bad temper and always quarrel with people."

"Oh, by the way, Yingchao doesn't have any family members here, but there is a master chef who learns cooking skills from him. The master chef will come over tomorrow morning, and he will be cremated as a condolence."

Mi Xiaoxiao listened to the general idea, most likely it was when he set up a stall and met a talkative customer, and was spouted by the other party, his heart couldn't stand the stimulation, and he died of anger.

The snow outside the house didn't stop, but fell more and more, Mi Xiaoxiao thought to himself, this time I can really build a snowman.

Mi Xiaoxiao posted photos of the spicy hotpot, as well as the back view of himself and Huaci having dinner. Recently, he always posted their back images, and they became popular in the food column for a time.

[Once a day, Mimi and Xiaohua~]

[No wonder the column is called Rice Krispies, after eating for nearly three months, I developed diabetes. ]

[stop!Huahua is a sheep! ! ]

[Can’t hear, can’t hear, I don’t even want my pants, what’s wrong! ]

Mi Xiaoxiao has gradually gotten used to seeing the second compliments that come and go and those who are able to work hard. She smiled and sent another text update-today's first snow, how about eating dumplings for supper?

"Okay!" Yang Jun leaned over and replied with a smile.

So, just after this meal, Mi Xiaoxiao ran to the back kitchen to knead the dough, Huaci followed, Mi Xiaoxiao threw dry flour on his face, saw the flour on his chin, couldn't help it laugh it out.

Leaning back and forth in the corner and chatting with the able man, "The Lan Zuo envoy has been busy looking for the Holy Lord recently, and he hasn't come to deliver the soul yet."

"Isn't that great, the two of us can eat dumplings later."

"Oh, that's not right, Ying Chao hasn't come yet, I seem to feel the breath of a living soul!"

"Go, go, go out first!"

The Yin soldiers left without noticing Huaci who had sealed off the five senses, and Huaci couldn't see them either.

The mourning ghost at the mourning venue heard the movement, held a small ruler and left quietly, playing hide-and-seek with the two Yin soldiers.

The two Yin soldiers couldn't catch him, so they could only wander back and forth in the funeral parlor.

Mi Xiaoxiao made the dumpling stuffing, put it aside, picked up Huaci and went outside to watch the snow, he wrapped Huaci in a thick down jacket, and said like coaxing a child: "I really like snow, I don't know where it is. The snow scene is the best, you know?"

Huaci thought for a while: Probably Kunlun Mountain.

Mi Xiaoxiao added: "The snow that just fell is not sticky enough, and it's not too thick. I don't think we can make a snowman. Let's think about how to spend the three-month anniversary."

He walked around in the snow with the words of flowers in his arms, "Just to commemorate... the three months since you became my son."

Flower Ci: ...

Mi Xiaoxiao laughed, "In addition to this, I also want to think about Christmas presents, next year's Christmas, next year's anniversary, many, many Christmases and anniversaries!"

The more Mi Xiaoxiao spoke, the more energetic she became, with a joyful smile on her face.

Huaci's eyelids moved slightly, as if her nose was a little sore, it seemed that it was really too cold this day.

"Xiaoxiao, come in quickly, you and Huahua don't catch a cold." Cai Han opened the curtain and called them, holding hot tea and smiling at them.

"Okay." Mi Xiaoxiao turned around again with Huaci in his arms, and ran towards the living room in small steps, "Let's drink hot tea too."

"Speech--"

Before Mi Xiaoxiao ran through the door, there was a sound from the back kitchen. It was not a hallucination or auditory hallucination, it was a very loud and heavy sound, like... the sound of a chopping board hitting the floor.

Cai Hanfu opened the curtain again, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Mi Xiaoxiao changed his route, walked towards the back kitchen, and said, "I don't know, I'll go over and have a look."