Seeing her shocked, Xin Yunmao tilted his head as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't understand her reaction.

Chu Zhishui's mind went blank, and even the hand holding the cup trembled: "Why do you use your own brew?"

Xin Yunmao pointed to the bamboo tube for wine and said calmly: "It's almost like this."

She panicked: "Last time you said that the bamboo tube for wine was not your..."

"You don't need a wide bamboo tube for brewing wine. This kind is suitable as a container and can only be used to store wine." Xin Yunmao raised his eyebrows, "Why are you so surprised?"

"No, no, you brew your own wine, and you think I'm surprised?"

"But isn't it the same to make rice balls?" He said in surprise, "You ate it that day anyway."

"..."

Chu Zhishui was stunned by what he said. She didn't know if she was shocked or he was too calm. It turned out that in his eyes, brewing wine and making sushi were the same concept?

Thinking about it this way

, it seems to make some sense. To make sushi with your hands, you use the outside of the sushi, and to brew wine in a bamboo tube, you use the inside of the sushi... No, it's still so strange. The way of thinking between different species is so different.

Chu Zhishui stared at the mellow and clear wine in the cup. She felt very strange for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Xin Yunmao saw her holding the glass and froze. He held the glass and reached out to her, clinking it with her in mid-air, making a crisp sound.

Chu Zhishui said numbly, "I'm not holding it like this to toast you."

Xin Yunmao took a sip, and he continued to reach out to wash the dishes, reminding her, "You can eat these."

Seeing him drinking with peace of mind, Chu Zhishui was also infected and relaxed, and began to reflect on her own brain circuits. Perhaps it was because human thinking was too complicated, which prompted her to have many strange associations, which made her feel difficult to swallow.

In fact, if you don't know the production process, the taste of bamboo wine is flawless, without the burning feeling of strong liquor. The moist and delicious fresh taste is matched with the hot pot, which can be called a magic weapon to relieve greasiness. If it is chilled in advance, it may taste better.

The rain and fog outside are like curtains. They opened a slit in the window for ventilation, but the damp wind sneaked in. Fortunately, the boiling hot pot dispelled the autumn chill. It should be cold on rainy days, but after eating the rich and slightly hot fresh ingredients, even the cold rain seems comfortable against the background, alleviating the spicy rush.

Xin Yunmao stole a glance at Chu Zhishui, only to see that her cheeks were flushed and she was eating seriously. She would take a sip of bamboo wine from time to time and never mentioned the topic just now. Only then did she relax a little.

They used hammered glass wine glasses, which were unique in shape but limited in capacity. After being filled with wine , they looked exquisite under the light.

Chu Zhishui raised the bamboo tube to add wine from time to time, and it looked like she was drinking it like coconut water.

Xin Yunmao couldn't help but be curious: "Do you have a good alcohol tolerance?"

"It's okay. To be honest, this doesn't even taste like wine." Chu Zhishui said, "It's a little lighter than the cocktails that Wang Yiwen and I drank."

After all, bamboo does not contain alcohol, and no one knows how to ferment it. Is the raw material water?

Her thoughts began to extend, and she subconsciously wanted to analyze, and hurriedly curbed many bad ideas.

Halfway through lunch, the ingredients were still bubbling in the hot pot, but Chu Zhishui picked up the controller and continued playing the game, occasionally picking up a few more bites of food, looking quite sober, entering the post-meal digestion stage.

When the bubbles in the pot stopped completely, Xin Yunmao asked her and confirmed that she was full, then he casually snapped his fingers and picked up the controller to play.

The next second, the leftovers on the table disappeared abruptly, and the room became clean, with only the fragrance remaining in the air.

A man and a demon sat on the carpet, staring at the screen intently, continuing the game of farming and infrastructure.

The first half was fine, Chu Zhishui's operation was particularly smooth, but she gradually became tired, as if she was drowsy after eating and drinking too much, and as if her cerebral cortex was stimulated and awakened, causing her entire consciousness to be torn apart, as if it was completely divided into two halves, hazy and dazed.

"Open the window a little more." She originally sat on the carpet with her back straight, but now she leaned against the sofa, and her voice was soft, "The hot pot is a little hot."

Xin Yunmao did not get up after hearing this. He only needed to raise his finger, and the window opened a little, letting in the moist rain.

Unfortunately, the cold rain did not cool her heat, but instead let the sound of rain fall into her heart, beating a delicate and uneasy rhythm.

Sometimes she wanted to close her eyes and take a nap, but sometimes she was not sleepy at all. She felt her thoughts were as sticky as autumn rain, as if she was wrapped in warm sea water, floating up and down on the sea, with a warm feeling in her chest.

Xin Yunmao looked at the screen and found that her game character was still in place. He turned his head in confusion, but saw her arms hanging down, her body slumped on the soft sofa, staring at his operation in a trance.

A small light was turned on in the house on a cloudy day, but her eyes were rippling with light, and there was a soft rain-like mist, revealing a bit of drunkenness. Her fair face was flushed, obviously not because of the hot pot, but more like being drunk.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Yeah."

Her lips and teeth were still fragrant after drinking, and there was still a hint of sweetness in her mouth, and even her voice was as gentle as honey.

"Sleep for a while." Xin Yunmao put down the handle. Seeing that she was dazed, he simply reached out and patted her, and his tone became gentle, "Go back to the room."

Chu Zhishui responded vaguely, but she felt that the carpet was unbelievably soft. She didn't want to stand up at all, and still leaned against the corner of the sofa.

The window was slightly closed to block the cool breeze. Xin Yunmao was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he simply got up to help her and patiently coaxed her: "Go to bed and sleep."

"Yeah."

But she still didn't move, humbly accepting it and never repenting.

Xin Yunmao bent down to hug her, but when he lowered his head, he smelled a clear and slightly sweet scent, and felt the temperature of her skin, and suddenly he dared not move again. He felt that drinking today was not a good thing. His taste and hers were completely blended, entangled with each other.

She seemed to be soaked in the wine, completely softened into a moist and soft cloud, afraid that she would be broken by carelessness.

She noticed that he stood still, and raised her eyes to look at him, with a light in her eyes, as if she was looking at him carefully.

The handsome eyebrows were so close, his hair was hanging down and his lips were tightly pursed, he was bent motionlessly, but his Adam's apple was shaking up and down, and finally he suddenly avoided her sight, revealing his ears that were flushed with peach pink.

When he turned his head slightly, his smooth profile was revealed, and she noticed the loose collar and the deep collarbone.

He had a familiar smell, which was exactly the same as her mouth, making her completely defenseless against his approach.

His lips were perfectly full, and now they were slightly pursed, making people wonder if they tasted the same as bamboo sake.

As if she was caught in a wet dream, she slowly raised her arms, and in his position, she hugged his neck.

Xin Yunmao felt her get up, and he bit the bullet and hugged her back, intending to make a quick decision and send her back to the room, but he was shocked by the wet touch of the corner of his lips.

The hot breath, the blended fragrance, the lingering licking and kissing, the overlapping figures, she tasted him insatiably, and subconsciously hugged his neck, as if she was begging for wine, so as to relieve her burning thirst. Her body was warm, as if a hot spring was pouring all over her body, bringing steaming heat.

After a long drink, Xin Yunmao rubbed her hard into his arms, his black jade eyes were shining, and he was also filled with irresistible passion, and his voice was low and hoarse, wantonly moving her heartstrings.

"No wonder you don't want to sleep on the bed, after all, you want to..."

sleep with him.

At some point, the small lights in the room went out and the curtains were drawn.

This was a game of mutual seduction, ambiguous and rapid, and so chaotic that it was numb. The wine surged in his and her internal organs, exciting them to clutch each other's clothes, sharing their breathing and heartbeats in a deep embrace.

The corner of Chu Zhishui's clothes was pulled up, and her waist felt cold, and she fought back without giving in. Her fingers reached into his collar, and then the tight and flexible lines of his back. Even without a full view, she could still feel the beauty of male power from her fingertips.

Smooth, silky skin, soft yet firm muscle lines, and gradually rising passionate feelings.

Xin Yunmao gently stroked her, playing a beautiful elegy, making her enveloped by dense water vapor and completely immersed in the bamboo forest in the rain.

Intoxicated by alcohol, their lips touched each other, their hot skin pressed against each other, and they sighed almost at the same time, panting uncontrollably, just like the endless wet and sticky drizzle, losing themselves in the mist and clouds, and relieving the dryness in their bodies.

It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, and the pines in the village are hidden by the water. The moss on the steps burst into spring buds, and the grass around the path is thick with summer shadows. 1

After the rain, I was sweating, and the spring atmosphere could not be concealed.

Her toes curled up, leaning against him clingingly, she could hear the burning heartbeat in her chest, smell the fragrance of the plants everywhere, like tender leaves being rubbed, spreading everywhere, completely surrounding her.

Just like bamboo leaves, after absorbing the sweetness, leaving behind the imprint of his scent.

In the dim light, Xin Yunmao's long hair had long been loose, his handsome features were stained with lust, and even his lacquered eyes were seductive. He touched her from time to time.

"Tired?" He reached out and picked her up, letting her sit on him, and said shamelessly, "How can you pollinate me?"

"Not already..."

"I told you it's not easy, not just once."

The fingertips were wandering.

Chu Zhishui felt something, and was embarrassed for a moment. She bit him angrily, wishing she could bite through his thick skin.

Xin Yunmao groaned, but did not stop, and became more and more wanton.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, and the sound of rain hitting the window covered the faint sound of water in the house.

After the lingering rain veil, a torrential rain fell, pouring down rapidly and violently, splashing waves of white smoke, as if floating in clouds and mist, in a fairyland on earth. The sound of the rain was like a drum, one after another, eliminating his hoarse and seductive voice, and also hiding her gentle and soft chanting.

After losing control, the clouds disappeared, the rain stopped, and the misty fog dissipated.

Chu Zhishui curled up lazily, she was attached to the warmth of the quilt, but she was too weak to move. She felt him rubbing against her lightly, and said lazily, "I want to make a wish."

Xin Yunmao's voice was a little confused, but he still asked in a good mood, "What wish?"

"I want to take a bath."

"Why take a bath? You're not dirty." Xin Yunmao pulled her finger, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and said seriously, "It smells good."

She had drunk bamboo wine before, and now after drinking him, she felt as if her whole body was soaked in his breath and completely merged into one with him.

Chu Zhishui pulled back her hand and argued, "Where does it smell good--"

"Everywhere smells good." He glanced at her red lips, then at her round shoulders, and said meaningfully, "From the inside out, from head to toe."

"..."

Chapter 80 There is no strong utilitarianism, just the hope to share the meaning of each other's life

Chu Zhishui wanted to scold him, but she was so weak now that she had no strength to open her mouth. Bamboo wine does not have the stimulation of white wine. Now the heat in her body dissipated, and she only blinked half asleep and half awake, feeling comfortable and light all over.

It was raining outside, but the house was warm, so they leaned against each other quietly, letting sleep flow slowly.

Xin Yunmao's eyes were gentle. He lay on his side beside her. Seeing her eyelids fighting, he even stopped the small movement of circling her hair, fearing that he would accidentally disturb her sweet dream on a rainy day.

The smell of grass leaves surrounded her body, and Chu Zhishui closed her eyes. Suddenly, she remembered something and suddenly opened her eyes to look at him.

Seeing her eyes wide open, Xin Yunmao whispered: "What?"

She hesitated: "You..."

He waited for the next words.

Chu Zhishui carefully stretched out her hand and touched his abdominal muscles with her fingertips: "Are you really pregnant?"

"..." Xin Yunmao raised his eyebrows, "Why are you always thinking about this?"

"Because I don't understand your process, and you just said..." Chu Zhishui said softly, "Of course I'm curious."

She felt that the actual operation was no different from human behavior, so she naturally wondered how pollination was done.

Xin Yunmao said unhappily: "The pollination failed just now. It's all your fault."

Chu Zhishui was stunned: "What does it have to do with me?"

Xin Yunmao accused: "You wanted to run away at first, so you couldn't succeed."

"Run away..." Chu Zhishui tried to recall, and she suddenly realized what he meant. At first, she wanted to hug him and kiss him, but he pressed her in his arms. She wanted to get up after hugging him, but he said that he had problems not sleeping in the bed, and then it was out of control.

Xin Yunmao: "Monsters are born from the induction of demonic energy. If you don't expect it to come, pollination will not be successful. I have said it before, flowers do not necessarily produce seeds. Without the tolerance and love of heaven and earth, it is difficult to breed new gods."

The monster heard the first call in the dark and split the chaos covering the sky. This was the moment of birth. If you mix in other thoughts or are not mentally prepared, bamboo rice will never be produced.

"Didn't I ask you before if you want to have children? If you don't have this idea, the probability of this happening is zero. If you pollinate with other purposes, bamboo rice will not be produced either. This is different from you humans."

It is difficult for all creatures to have intelligence. It is impossible for them to reproduce continuously like ordinary animals and plants, and it does not include the meaning of raising children to provide for old age or passing on the family line in human secular society.

Heaven and earth created all monsters without asking for anything. Only by understanding this supreme love can they complete the creation of gods like heaven and earth. Treating spiritual things in the world well is more like a parent's teaching. Some children will listen, and some children will not, and it is also impossible to control.

Chu Zhishui was thoughtful. She would occasionally think of his decline. If she followed this logic and did not let go of the psychological burden, it would be impossible for bamboo rice to be produced. Thinking of it this way, monsters are more fortunate to be born than babies. They will not face the bitterness and pain imposed by their parents when they are born. If this is really the case, they don't need to be born.

The suffering of birth is also one of the eight sufferings of life. Many people's sufferings begin from this point, but the monster is born in the world without any impurities.

Chu Zhishui suddenly reacted and said in surprise: "Wait, you know that pollination will not succeed, why do you still..."

Why do you still do such shameless things! ?

He is simply a scheming bamboo pretending to be innocent! Every time he puts the blame on her!

"What do you mean?" Xin Yunmao complained, "Do you want me to bear rice so that you are willing to be with me? As long as there is no chance of pollination, my mood doesn't matter."

Chu Zhishui: "..."

Chu Zhishui: "Don't make me sound like a bad person who forced you to give birth..."

Xin Yunmao pursed his lips angrily: "Isn't it? You don't even sleep anymore, and now you don't hold me, but you ask about pollination as soon as you open your mouth."

"How can I hold you when you hold me so tightly!?" She was still in his arms.

He was still unconvinced and stared at her dimly.

"Okay, hug, hug, hug." Chu Zhishui had no choice but to stretch out her arms and put them on him, comforting him, "I'm holding you."

Xin Yunmao hummed with satisfaction.

"But it's good this way. You don't have to worry about getting married with a baby." Chu Zhishui comforted, "Your process can avoid many accidents that humans would cause."

Zhumi was born from their current thoughts, so all those messy things wouldn't exist.

Xin Yunmao's eyes flickered, and he fell into thought: "So there is such a way."

Chu Zhishui: "?"

Chu Zhishui reminded: "Your tone seems a little dangerous?"

Xin Yunmao said regretfully: "But this is useless for monsters. I can't produce seeds now. It's all your fault."

"What do you mean I can't?" Chu Zhishui's scalp tingled, "Can you speak human language?"

According to the logic of human society, this evaluation should not be made on her.

"It's just that you can't do it. You don't love me enough, so you don't produce seeds."

"..."

Chu Zhishui regained her strength because of his shameless words, and couldn't help but wrestle with him in the quilt, wishing she could knock his empty head until it banged. They played childishly for a while, and then rolled around wrapped in the soft quilt, completely dispelling the remaining sleepiness.

After a while, Chu Zhishui insisted on taking a shower, which caused Xin Yunmao to sigh, as if she had done something bad that made him regretful.

The rain outside the window had stopped a long time ago, and it was just the right temperature.

After taking a shower, Chu Zhishui simply wiped her wet hair and was forced to sit on the edge of the bed to receive service, hearing the sound of hot air. She was surprised and asked, "Why not use magic?"

He insisted on helping her blow-dry her hair, even though snapping his fingers would be enough, but he insisted on using human methods.

Xin Yunmao was wearing home clothes. He stood beside her holding a hair dryer and said condescendingly, "I've said it before, even without the evil spirit, I can do anything."

"Okay, okay, I can be Tony even without the evil spirit." Chu Zhishui felt the hot wind on her head, and naturally it was not easy to argue with the arrogant god. She casually browsed her phone and glanced at his circle of friends, "Let's go to Danshan again during the holidays."

"Okay." Xin Yunmao helped her blow her hair seriously, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"Didn't we agree at the time to watch the rime together in the winter of a certain year." Chu Zhishui smiled, "and I think if it sees a lot of beautiful scenery, maybe its mood will change. One day, it will look forward to coming to the world."

If Zhumi was really born out of their inspiration, then it would be an indescribable two-way choice. Looking forward to becoming a parent, looking forward to having a child, just like Xie Yan and Chu Xiaohe had been looking forward to her coming.

There was no strong utilitarianism, just looking forward to sharing the meaning of each other's lives and becoming a family connected by blood.

She began to look forward to all of this.

"Okay." Xin Yunmao responded softly. His heart softened and he lowered his eyes and said, "You are really trustworthy. You remember Danshan's words clearly."

"I must remember what I said. How can I be like the God who says every day that he can't respond to human emotions, but turns around and blooms to fill my yard."

"..."

Xin Yunmao's face was embarrassed and he argued, "I am also trustworthy."

"Where is trustworthy?" Chu Zhishui pointed out bluntly, "You were just scheming about pollination, relying on the fact that I don't understand the common sense of monster physiology, and tried to deceive me."

Xin Yunmao was speechless because of her rebuttal. He pursed his lips embarrassedly and stammered, "But some things have been done."

She questioned, "What things?"

"You wanted to use me as a bamboo chair and bamboo mat. Didn't I keep my promise and let you sit and lie on me..."

"Shut up!"

The viewing period for Danshan Frost is from November to February. Since they have to stay at home with their parents during the Spring Festival holiday, the man and the demon booked their tickets for the New Year's Day holiday.

In the Huaijiang Observation Bureau, the observation company has been on the right track. As long as it operates normally and does not engage in risky operations, there is basically no possibility of collapse. Maintaining a healthy profit system and pursuing a long-term reputation are more important things. The Economic Development Department has gone through a difficult start-up period and is now entering a stable development stage, and their work pressure has also decreased.

Even so, the rapid expansion of the new perspective video still allows the observation bureau to gain a lot of traffic. Chu Zhishui saw the income from the new activity and went to the office to find Director Hu to report, informing him that the money in his account might be accumulated, which might cause financial sensitivity and trouble.

In the director's office, Hu Chenrui heard about this and waved his hand leisurely, comforting him: "Don't worry, I have experience this year, and I have already asked them to apply for the procedures and start preparing for the staff family housing."

"If everything goes well, we will start building the community, and when it is completely completed, the dormitory will be converted into a guesthouse, and only outsiders will live there in the future."

Chu Zhishui didn't expect Director Hu to move so quickly and even consider affordable housing. He exclaimed, "Is it so urgent?"

The staff dormitory is just a place to stay, but the staff community must have supporting facilities, so the construction is not the same concept.

Distributing houses may be the ultimate goal of the system, and in a sense it can be called metaphysics. Some units cannot build a house in their lifetime, and batches of employees are gone. It is common for them to wait in line for more than ten or twenty years. Some units suddenly succeed and complete the plan smoothly.

The salary of the unit is always capped, and it is still difficult to buy a house by relying on work. The monsters without houses can only wait for the bureau to arrange.

"What do you mean by urgent? How can this be urgent?" Hu Chenrui frowned and sighed, "Xiao Chu, you don't know how hard I've been working. I've heard a rumor recently, and I have to hurry up."

Chu Zhishui asked suspiciously, "Rumor?" "

Director Huang caused a safety accident. After he handles the follow-up, he will probably be demoted. The position of Director Kongsang will be vacant, and maybe they will vote to elect another one." Hu Chenrui said in embarrassment, "Except for your extraordinary promotion, there are still traces to follow for the transfer of personnel in the Observation Bureau. If Kongsang cannot be promoted to Director for the time being, other directors may be transferred."

"The director's original unit will be promoted to deputy director, and he will concurrently serve as director of Kongsang and the original bureau, but he may mainly stay in Kongsang for the next few decades."

Dragon Soul did not cause any casualties, and the top management wanted to demote Director Huang for a few decades as a punishment, and wait until this period of time is over before seeing whether to promote him back or elect a new director in Kongsang. Another director who was transferred to Kongsang in a critical situation can return to his original unit and end his concurrent position as long as the situation stabilizes.

Therefore, Hu Chenrui felt precarious, fearing that he would be rejected again.

Chu Zhishui seemed to understand: "Could it be that there is news that it is you, Director Hu..."

"Don't say such unlucky things, the voting meeting hasn't even started yet!" Hu Chenrui broke down and said, "We must believe in the fairness of the organization's voting!" It

was the first time that Chu Zhishui saw the old fox so frightened. She had already anticipated the result in her heart, and said softly: "It's okay, Director Hu, Kongsang is also a good place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

"What are you talking about?" Hu Chenrui widened his eyes, "What kind of talk is this!"

Chu Zhishui was helpless: "But..."

Hu Chenrui said in a shocking voice: "Xiao Chu, tell you honestly, I have already told them clearly that as long as you don't get a house, you won't move. You won't be given a vacant position. Don't have the illusion that you will be promoted to deputy director without building a house!"

"..."