Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

Mi Xiaoxiao did a lot of projects in a row, which really consumed a lot of energy. The yogurt and small oranges that came with the medical examination center were useless. He urgently needs to replenish energy now.

"Let's go, young master, I'll invite you to a restaurant." He hugged Hua Ci with a black mouth, and spoke with pride.

10 minutes later, there is a small noodle shop on the corner.

The breeze is blowing gently, and the bright autumn air is always extraordinarily fresh. This is a very lively food street. Even though it is only two o'clock in the afternoon, it is still full of people and very lively.

The noodle shop is next to the bun shop, and the bun shop is connected to the spring pancake shop. Occasionally, people who talk about love and romance meet to sit down and chat casually.

And in the quaint teahouse opposite, the fragrance of tea is wafting, and green bamboos are lined up. I heard that an old gentleman who specializes in anecdotes and strange things has been invited.

Fang Tuo retracted his feet, covered his nose with a tissue, and said softly, "You are so rich, Master Mi, can you be more perfunctory?"

"It's a great place. It's down-to-earth and you can listen to books for free." Mi Xiaoxiao held the oil-stained menu, which was so dark that it looked like it was covered with starch, but he didn't care, and instead talked about it with relish. To eat, he approached Fangtuo by the way, and said in a low voice, "The two of us can have a romantic relationship by the way."

"It's too vulgar to talk about money." Fang Tuo raised his head proudly, and after joking, he said with concern: "Show me your medical report."

"It's nothing." Mi Xiaoxiao ordered two bowls of noodles, rubbed Hua Ci's chubby belly, and estimated that the other party probably couldn't eat it anymore.

Fang Tuo's hand approached his pocket, grabbed the paper, and unfolded it on his own.

The fragrance of tea wafted from the opposite side, accompanied by a sliver of the old man's correct words, the two of them heard two faint sentences, "This lord Shengjun was attacked by an evil spirit, and he is missing right now. I am really anxious." Fairies and ghosts."

Someone asked curiously: "Who is Master Shengjun?"

The old man patted his face, with a serious face, and clasped his fists diagonally upwards, "Naturally, it is the holy king Bai Ze who can reach the sky and enter the earth, kill evil spirits, and protect one side."

The Hua Ciben was rubbed comfortably by Mi Xiaoxiao's warm and cool little hands, and the ears felt even more comfortable when they heard it. Yes, it was much better than the two people sitting next to them who were blind to gold and inlaid with jade.

The waiter took away the menu, Mi Xiaoxiao poured some water on the paper towel, put the flowers on his lap, and carefully wiped off the circle of black cocoa powder for him.

Fang Tuo was bored, he clicked his tongue and said, "It's as if he saw it. If Qiu Shao said this, I would still believe it."

After Mi Xiaoxiao used up one piece of paper, she picked up another one, "Don't you still say you want to go back to Yueban Town and ask Qiu Shao to help you look at Fengshui?"

"I don't want to see those idiots in Yueban Town, let's talk about it."

Mi Xiaoxiao didn't say a word, he knew that because of his affairs, Fang Tuo would fight with the townspeople every month and a half, and simply avoided this unpleasant topic.

After carefully reading the medical examination report, Fang Tuo put aside his sunglasses and pretended to be surprised: "Your report is inaccurate. It didn't even find out that you are gay."

Mi Xiaoxiao kicked him with a "hiss", blushing, "Stop talking nonsense, the sky is bright."

Hua Ci raised her eyes when she heard the words, and said to herself, what does gay mean?A new vocabulary for contemporary people?

Not knowing what's going on in the world without leaving the mountain, Huaci felt more and more like an old antique lying on a coffin board, and had never even heard many words.

He closed his eyes in sleepiness, and after his mouth was wiped clean, he lazily took a nap in Mi Xiaoxiao's arms. The long tail was uncomfortable on his lap, and it was slightly tilted. Mi Xiaoxiao grabbed it and stuffed it directly. In my arms.

Fang Tuo looked at Mi Xiaoxiao's doting face, took a sip of tea and asked, "Have you named it? I'll say a more formal name." Thinking of "Chinese pastoral sheep", Fang Tuo's eyes twitched.

"not yet."

"Let's choose something a little more majestic, such as a rumbling sound."

Mi Xiaoxiao almost burst out laughing, his shoulders shook like a sieve, his slender legs jerked, Huaci was awakened, and dissatisfied, he hit his waist and abdomen with jade hooves.

Mi Xiaoxiao suddenly thought of the tattoo on the Yangyang, a small seven-petal flower, it was unknown what kind it was, and it was not known whether it was a natural birthmark or what.

Then he stroked his hair twice, and said with a smile: "Let's call it... Huahua."

Hua Ciqing opened her eyes slightly, with complicated emotions in them.

The old man in the teahouse was still talking, clapping and applauding, as if he was talking about the glorious deeds of the Holy Lord Bai Ze.

When the noodles were served, they were steaming, Mi Xiaoxiao's stomach gurgled, and he felt hungry. He ate all of Bai Ze and Shengjun.

Evening, funeral home.

Seeing that everything in the medical report was normal, Cai Han stretched out his hand joyfully, and said solemnly, "Congratulations on joining the company. I will find time to sign the contract later. I will work hard here from now on."

Mi Xiaoxiao held it with both hands, grateful.

The funeral home is not like a bar or nightclub, there are no old critics, and there is no one who finds fault and makes trouble. Finally, he can stay more peacefully. Although He Ming still looks coldly at each other, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to give away the head, Mi Xiaoxiao won't bother he.

After a full day, Yang Jun and Zhao Lun no longer remembered the supernatural events of last night. Generally speaking, this place is quite evil. If you always carry a magnifying glass to dig deeper, you can only scare yourself. run.

Everyone knows the rules, and the people who work here deliberately avoid those things.

Mi Xiaoxiao only had noodles in the afternoon, and today the delivery truck was extremely busy, so he thought about cooking later.

As soon as Hua Ci woke up, he jumped out of bed and wandered around. Mi Xiaoxiao sat in the yard watching the wind, and glanced at the recommendations of food bloggers. In fact, he also has a column, but because he is too poor, he can’t afford any high-end ingredients. , the food made is not so eye-catching.

After all, it is always more interesting to have abalone wing belly in the sun every day than fried rice and fried noodles.

Huaci came over on tiptoe, squeezed her head to the center of the screen, and was a little curious when she saw the words "rice cracker candy" on the column.

Mi Xiaoxiao closed her column page, saw the pickup truck coming in again, put on an apron and went into the back kitchen.

He wanted to make glutinous rice balls, and there happened to be various sauces and unfinished fresh fruits in the refrigerator, so Mi Xiaoxiao filled a bowl with some glutinous rice flour and spread it out on the panel.

Huaci jumped on the table to look at him, seeing Mi Xiaoxiao wrapped a whole bright red and juicy strawberry with chocolate sauce, and wrapped it with steamed glutinous rice skin, she thought, can this be eaten?

Mi Xiaoxiao lowered her head and was busy, taking turns to match various sauces, cheese, honey, yogurt, matcha, and fruits were also seeded and cut, and the wrapping was very fine.

In the end, the glutinous rice balls were divided into three plates, one plate was refrigerated, one plate was boiled, and the other plate was fried. There are three ways to eat.

Mi Xiaoxiao was busy for two hours. When adding water to the pot, his shoulders and the back of his neck were so tired, but he didn't feel hard work at all, instead he enjoyed it.

The young man didn't know anything, besides Huaci, there were also two drooling Yin soldiers standing beside him.

One of them was the one who came to deliver the soul with Lan Fu last night, and the other asked him, "Can we really eat the food he cooks?"

"It's amazing!" He promised: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Lan Zuoshi, we ghosts can come across this mortal food, so you don't have to smoke it for fun in the future, hehe."

Yin Bing reached out to take glutinous rice balls, but he stopped them in time, "Wait a minute, he hasn't cooked or fried them yet."

Not only Mi Xiaoxiao couldn't hear the conversation between the two ghosts, but Hua Ci was the same. He lost his spiritual power and completely cut off contact with the underworld, and the other party also couldn't perceive the breath of his sage, and only regarded him as an ordinary person. Mortal pets.

The portrait of Lan Fufa looking for the Lord is Huaci's appearance when he was a human. The ghosts only look for people according to the portrait, and they don't pay attention to animals at all.

Mi Xiaoxiao was cooking a pot of glutinous rice balls, and the sweet and greasy fruity aroma wafted all over the room. The two Yin soldiers couldn't help but swallow their saliva, showing anxious eyes that couldn't wait.

Today, Lan Fu was away due to business, and they were the two of them who came to deliver the soul, which happened to be a small treat.

Filling a pot with soup and water, Mi Xiaoxiao continued to wash the pot and heat up oil, ready to fry another dish.

Mi Xiaoxiao's cheeks were burning red, her clean eyebrows were a little wet with sweat, and her thin lips were a little redder than usual, which attracted the attention of the two Yin soldiers.

"This mortal's life is extremely beautiful. If he wants to be his wife, he must be a good wife and mother."

"It's not your turn, it looks like a hot item." The other responded with a hum, and the two had a fight over "Who should Mi Xiaoxiao marry?" Mi Xiaoxiao just finished blowing up the pot.

He didn't use the spoon today, because he thought the glutinous rice was too sticky, and he didn't want to spoil his grandfather's family heirloom, so he just picked one up with ordinary chopsticks, tasted it, and it tasted sweet.

When he took out the meatballs, He Ming, who came in first, laughed for a while, "Are you only good at making meatballs?"

"Uncle He, you can choose the bigger one later." Mi Xiaoxiao smiled.

"Why?" He Ming raised his face, the light portrayed his sour face in detail, the wrinkled cheeks were still a bit complacent, it seemed that Mi Xiaoxiao was afraid of him, so he intentionally flattered him.

Mi Xiaoxiao bypassed him and replied indifferently: "Shut up."

He Ming: "..."

Mi Xiaoxiao called Yang Jun and Zhao Lun to come in for dinner, and the three of them talked and laughed and sat on one side, with only He Ming on the opposite side, looking like three courts.

The two Yin soldiers didn't follow, because Mi Xiaoxiao left meatballs in the kitchen for flowers, and they were afraid of attracting the attention of ordinary people, but they still didn't pay much attention to a lamb.

Huaci leaned over to sniff, still suspicious, is this really edible?

He doesn't like sweets and fruits very much, and he didn't even take a bite of the dirty buns that Fangtuo bought at noon.

While thinking about it, the two Yin soldiers fought again.

"Didn't you say you can eat it without inhaling it?" Yin Bing stretched out his hand to grab the ball, but as usual, he couldn't reach it, and passed through the ball with one hand.

The Yin soldier who brought him was surprised, "Impossible, I really ate that beef ball last night."

"Fart, you're the one who fooled me into seducing you, insidious and treacherous!"

"You want to follow, none of my business." The two Yin soldiers continued to beat.

Outside, Yang Jun and Zhao Lun ate until their cheeks were bulging. At first, they were reserved, but they started to grab it after a few bites. He Ming was afraid that he would not be able to eat again, so he quickly slid into his bowl.

Mi Xiaoxiao wanted to open his mouth to stop them, but he was going to remind them that the kitchen was still there, but when he thought of Hua Ci, he shut up selfishly.

When he came back to the back kitchen, two Yin soldiers swore at each other and drifted past him, preparing to go to the cremation plant to incubate his soul.

Mi Xiaoxiao looked at Hua Ci, a white tail protruded from the corner of the small table, swaying up and down, Hua Ci was lying there sprawling, propping up her bulging belly.

The plate was all empty, not a single glutinous rice ball was left. When he saw him, Yu Hoof raised slightly, as if to say: Help me up, I can still eat.