Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

Without waiting for him to think about why this tyrannical sheep has such a strange tattoo, Huaci sensed it and turned sideways, leaving only a back view for him.

Mi Xiaoxiao smacked her mouth and said, "...you're actually shy."

After hearing Hua Ci, the fluff on his tail exploded. No one has ever used the word "shy" on him, because no one dared to.

After leaving the gate of the community, Mi Xiaoxiao saw the lamb squinting its eyes, wagging its big tail in boredom, not at all determined to get down and walk on its own, so he could only continue hugging it.

He didn't feel the pride of being a cute pet's father at all, instead he felt a sense of sadness of serving his master.

There were countless passers-by along the way, and when they got close, they always wanted to poke their heads out to see the excitement. After all, I have seen everyone walking on the road with a pig in their arms, and Mi Xiaoxiao might be the only one holding a sheep.

Especially that big tail that is pure white and flawless, without any variegation, which dangles in front of the eyes from time to time, attracting everyone's attention.

"Tsk." Mi Xiaoxiao was disturbed by the shaking, reached out to grab it, put it in his pocket, and hid the tip of his tail, "Be honest, you want to be visited by others, don't make me an exhibition object."

Huaci didn't move.

But it was rare for him to lie down comfortably, but he was scolded by this mortal, and his exposed black eyes stared at the boy's face, and he made a note for him first, and reported it later.

That eye-catching tail swept across Mi Xiaoxiao's face more than once, and its strange shape still didn't cause him the slightest suspicion. Mi Xiaoxiao didn't even know if a sheep had a tail or not, anyway, he never noticed it.

The door of the funeral parlor was open, and Mi Xiaoxiao came in holding the flowers.

I saw the two people who carried the corpse during the day, Yang Jun and Zhao Lun, who looked about the same age as Cai Han, leaning on the Jinbei door and chatting.

He Ming was the driver, and he also leaned back on the car seat and smoked a cigarette. The cigarette butt flickered on and off. Following the lit sparks, he saw Mi Xiaoxiao approaching and the sheep in the other's arms.

He, Yang Jun and Zhao Lun half-jokingly said, "Mi Xiaoxiao is going to stew mutton for us today."

Yang Jun looks simple and honest, unlike He Ming's acrimonious face, he looked at Mi Xiaoxiao with bright eyes, and said hello: "Is it really stewed lamb? It's such a small one, it's good to roast a whole lamb, there is a ready-made fire. "

After speaking, he glanced at the dark gray door of the cremation workshop.

Mi Xiaoxiao: "..." He first glanced at the lamb in his arms in horror, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the lamb had fallen asleep again, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

Xin said, fortunately, it was not heard, this arrogant sheep is crazy and dragging, dare to eat it?If you are in a hurry, don't spin you to death. I am an example. I was spinned twice by panties and grass leaves...

Mi Xiaoxiao nodded at Yang Jun and Zhao Lun, and said politely, "I'll go to the back kitchen to see what ingredients are available."

Because they had to work night shifts, Cai Han prepared a lounge for each of them. The small room was not big, with only a bed.

Mi Xiaoxiao casually put the flowers on the bed, and followed the guide map to the back kitchen. The back kitchen is in the staff cafeteria, and the meals during the day are also cooked here.

It was pitch black after entering the door, so Mi Xiaoxiao turned on a dim light, pulled off an old apron hanging on the wall, and got ready to go to work.

He likes to cook very much, and since Mi Yue brought it up, his cooking techniques are exactly the same as Mi Yue's.

Other hotel chefs and even training schools generally divide Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Northeast cuisine, etc., and each school is rigorously and meticulously divided in terms of material selection and taste, focusing on highlighting local characteristics.

But Mi Yue's cooking can be said to be haphazard. To put it bluntly, let's just serve it casually. He doesn't pay attention to the ingredients, sweet, sour, salty and spicy, and he can cook it however he wants.

What's more amazing is that the food they make is damn delicious and good-looking.

Mi Xiaoxiao was afraid that the group rental house would not be safe enough, so besides placing Mi Yue's memorial tablet on the table and offering three pillars of fragrance every day, he also carried the silver spoon with a jade handle with him.

At this moment, he was lying quietly in his large pocket.

After returning that day, Mi Xiaoxiao looked at the silver spoon carefully.

On the back handle of the Xiuyu jade, there are three ancient and clumsy small characters faintly printed, dotted with flower-like fonts, and the title is the key to the soul.

Spoon means spoon, Mi Xiaoxiao can understand it, but what does Zhaohun mean?He didn't understand.

The back kitchen is smoky, with a strong smell of oily smoke. The staff canteen is connected to the back kitchen with only two small windows, and the ventilation is not good.

Amidst a burst of coughing, Yang Jun came in from the outside and walked around the door hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something.

Mi Xiaoxiao dug out some beef from the freezer that was tidy, and saw a pile of sweet potato flour spread out on the counter, so she knew it.

He looked at the person, smiled at Cen Cen and said, "Why did Uncle Yang come in, the food will be ready soon."

I thought Yang Jun was here to urge you, but the man lowered his head and rubbed his sweating fingertips, hesitantly said: "Xiaoxiao, there is no rush, I just want to remind you."

"Huh?" Mi Xiaoxiao was busy washing the beef, and didn't have time to see Yang Jun, letting him talk to himself.

Yang Jun is a good-natured person, but his temper is too honest, he sweats first when he talks to people, and he sticks to each sentence, roughly explaining the purpose of coming.

But it was He Mingshi's moth who asked Yang Jun to come in and talk to Mi Xiaoxiao about the two cooks before, and it was nothing more than "how did they get scared away" and so on.

Mi Xiaoxiao cut and stirred the meat deftly, and took the time to reply, "Did you forget to add salt when cooking?"

Yang Jun shook his head fiercely, "No, they are all experienced chefs. They just don't know what's going on. The food cooked at night somehow loses its taste, as if... as if it was sucked away!"

"That's quite strange." Mi Xiaoxiao was too busy to touch the ground, and subconsciously didn't believe this story.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Yang Jun, but he just hates He Ming, and he takes it for granted that He Ming made it up for Yang Jun to scare him.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Yang Jun sighed and had no choice but to back out.

The back kitchen returned to tranquility, wisps of hot air from the gurgling pot floated up and fell on the glass wall, forming a layer of wet water vapor.

It was originally hot, but for some reason, there was a chill in the hot air, like standing in a world of ice and snow drinking boiled water, cold outside and hot inside.

Meals come together in no time, simple beef balls with sour soup powder.

Mi Xiaoxiao was about to taste the seasoning, and stared at the cutlery on the table, not wanting to use it. Thinking of the soul spoon, he took it out of his pocket, rinsed it with clean water, filled it with some sour soup and drank it, and dug out another piece of beef pill.

Moderately salty, just right.

Just as he was about to call the three of them for dinner, he heard a whistling whistle, and Jinbei drove away, guessing which hospital he was going to pick up the corpse.

Mi Xiaoxiao thought of Hua Ci, the little guy was so provocative that he couldn't do anything.

Suddenly remembering what he had found, Mi Xiaoxiao turned around and persistently went to the small courtyard to pick up the leaves. When he entered the door, he saw a few trees planted near the contact room. They were lush and green, and they should be delicious. Bar?

I picked a plate, cleaned it, filled myself with a bowl of noodles and a few balls, and carried the boring Hua Ci to the cafeteria.

"Here, your leaves are my noodles, let's have dinner first." Mi Xiaoxiao happily drank the soup, which was sour and spicy, and the beef balls were filled with coriander powder, which was very chewy in the mouth.

Xiang, Mi Xiaoxiao thinks this job is amazing!

Looking back at Huaci, the tip of her small nose frowned slightly. Seeing that her meal was thousands of miles away from the other's, a jade hoof lightly reached the edge of the plate.

It was as if he was about to lift the plate.

Mi Xiaoxiao thought that Huaci was finally willing to reward her face for dinner, so she smirked, thinking, it seems that she chose the right one this time, she must be very touched!

I'm really a good dad.

Huaci stared at him, seeing him spitting powder, flicking his tail in anger, he ground his teeth and said: "Hurry up and give me that bowl of yours!"

Seeing that half a bowl of noodles was eaten, and three or five beef balls were eaten, Master Shengjun couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly jumped up, leaned forward and took a bite, killing a ball in the bowl.

The small face hit Mi Xiaoxiao's forehead, squinted his eyes and ate it, and gave Mi Xiaoxiao a white look by the way.

Mi Xiaoxiao was stunned.

...Why does this Haoheng sheep still eat beef balls? !

Before he could figure out what happened, Huaci continued to push Mi Xiaoxiao aside, imitating that man's fanfare, and started to chatter in a decent way.

But at the moment, he is in the animal state, and the appearance of pouting his mouth seems to be inconsistent with the temperament of the emperor.

Hua Ci was really hungry, how could he think that he would be famous in his first life, and he would have a day of eating and sleeping in the open.

However, the holy king is the holy king, and his elegant appearance of eating is still like a well-cultivated young man, eating slowly and meticulously.

Under Mi Xiaoxiao's dumbfounded expression, Hua Ci finished his meal slowly and methodically.

While licking the corner of his mouth lightly, some unknown emotion suddenly rose in his heart, even looking at Mi Xiaoxiao was pleasing to the eye.

Hua Ci was surprised.

Thinking that he has existed for thousands of years, all living beings are just... tool people. In Huaci's eyes, everyone is only divided into two categories, which are related to him and have nothing to do with him.

Those who are concerned are just like Lan Fu, taking care of daily life.King Yama, for communication purposes.Not to mention emotions, there are very few people who can touch his emotions.

The inexplicable emotion was fleeting, but it left deep doubts in his heart.

But at this moment, he was still weak and weak, and without caring about other things, he narrowed his lazy eyes again, and jumped skillfully into Mi Xiaoxiao's arms.

Seeing that the man was still in a daze, he gave him another look, raised his paw and patted him benevolently, and pushed his mouth, indicating that he would go back and continue to catch up on sleep.

Mi Xiaoxiao: "..." She became a genius.

The sheep with tattoos is really extraordinary, the young man made up his brains in a daze, and finally nodded with his experience, and he wants to get a good tattoo.

Mi Xiaoxiao didn't seem too hungry after seeing off her ancestors.

He covered the remaining powder and a pot of meatballs with a cover, and ran to the yard for a walk to digest food. By the way, he thought, it seems that this sheep does not eat leaves but only eats delicious food, so it is not easy to feed at all.

In an instant, Jin Bei returned, and Yang Jun and Zhao Lun carried the body into the mourning venue.

No one came to mourn in the middle of the night, and this kind of mourning is just a formality, usually over in seven or eight minutes, just for the sake of the smooth cremation and peace of mind for the living.

"The family members will come over tomorrow morning, Brother Yang, go record the system first." He Ming pulled out the key and got out of the car, and then he smelled the aroma of rice, and couldn't help swallowing.

Yang Jun's throat was also stimulated, and he couldn't help sighing, "What did Xiaoxiao do, why is it so fragrant!"

Mi Xiaoxiao smiled shyly, and replied: "I use local materials, just meatballs and powder."

Zhao Lun, who came out of the mourning venue, raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and spoke louder than Yang Jun, and he seemed straightforward, "Looking at your young age, this skill is quite good, and it smells really good!"

"Yes, yes...why does it smell so good..."

An echo mixed with ethereal spirits, floating in the air strangely, like an echo from a valley, before the words fell, the biting coldness suddenly rose again.