Chapter 11 But the ghost was a good ghost; it saw He Zhao look up at it, and even revealed a tiny bit of...
However, the ghost was a good ghost. When it saw He Zhao looking up at it, it even gave a small smile: "You've finished your game? Three minutes is a long time. I'm hungry. I want to eat."
"good."
He Zhao scratched his head, surprised that the ghost was so easy to talk to.
She served the ghost a bowl of rice, but unlike yesterday, the ghost didn't eat it immediately after receiving it. Instead, it remained silent for a while before asking He Zhao, "That person yesterday said they wanted to treat me to a meal. Is that really okay? Can I keep eating?"
"Yes, she said so. You can eat it; she already gave me the money."
The ghost seemed even happier; its skin no longer looked so terrifying. The ghost picked up its chopsticks and began to eat. It ate very quickly, and after finishing, it immediately exclaimed, "I want another bowl!"
He Zhao didn't let it go hungry. He took the bowl it handed him, threw it into the dishwasher, took out a clean bowl, and served it a bowl of white rice.
One bowl, two bowls, three bowls, four bowls… When she finished the fifth bowl, He Zhao couldn’t help but ask the ghost, “Is it really that delicious?”
The ghost paused for a moment, then nodded: "It's delicious, it tastes like osmanthus rice cake."
He Zhao still didn't understand what Osmanthus Rice Cake was. She quietly opened her phone and searched for it, only to find out that Osmanthus Rice Cake was a snack from the Jiangzhe region. People there love to eat sweets and soft, chewy things, and this was something only they could make.
He Zhao's hometown was far away, so he naturally didn't know what it tasted like.
The confusion on her face was noticed by the ghost. The ghost was a very powerful ghost, not only speaking more clearly than other ghosts, but also being much smarter. The ghost did not eat the fifth bowl in front of it directly, but pushed it in front of He Zhao and said to He Zhao, "You eat, you eat, osmanthus rice cake."
He Zhao refused; she hadn't fallen to the point of fighting ghosts for food. "No need, you eat it yourself. It tastes just like plain white rice to me."
The ghost remained silent for a moment, then spoke, seemingly intending to explain the situation to He Zhao in detail. Faced with such a ghost, He Zhao suddenly felt that constantly referring to it as "ghost" wasn't quite right. Besides, when he was secretly looking at the information yesterday, He Zhao had actually seen its name.
It is called Gossian.
Her parents must have loved her very much, which is why they gave her such a catchy and auspicious name. Although He Zhao didn't know the specific meaning of Si Nian, just from the name, he knew it belonged to the category of longevity.
When Gossian's parents named her, they probably hoped she would grow up happily. Only a girl who grows up surrounded by love could be so brave and fearless, rushing into a fire to save so many people.
Gossian sat opposite He Zhao, thought for a long time, and then suddenly clasped its hands together. Its movement was a bit too big, and when it clasped its hands together, the skin on its hands that was about to fall off was flung together, making He Zhao's teeth ache a little, and he was afraid that the skin would fall off directly.
But Gossian didn't care. It just kept telling He Zhao how delicious the osmanthus rice cake was, and even forgot to eat the rice in front of it.
“It’s really delicious!” These were the first five words from Gossian. When describing the deliciousness of Osmanthus Rice Cake, he was particularly clear and organized: “Osmanthus Rice Cake is made of glutinous rice. It is a long, round strip filled with red bean paste and drizzled with osmanthus syrup. It smells fragrant and sweet.”
"With one bite, you can taste the soft and chewy texture of glutinous rice and the smooth and creamy red bean paste at the same time, while also smelling the delicate fragrance of osmanthus. It's just that my mom always only puts in osmanthus flowers, so it's not osmanthus syrup and isn't as sweet, but it's still very, very delicious!"
It was described so well that He Zhao couldn't help but think of that taste. She couldn't help but say, "It sounds so delicious!"
"Yes, it's really delicious."
Hearing He Zhao agree with him, Gossian couldn't help but smile even more broadly, a smile that even its terrifying face couldn't hide. He Zhao couldn't help but say, "I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow and see if they have any. I'll buy some to eat too."
"The ones from the supermarket won't do; they don't taste as good. My mom's cooking is the best."
Gossian completely disagreed with He Zhao's idea of buying it from the supermarket, and even criticized the supermarket's products: "Besides, the osmanthus cake sold in the supermarket doesn't have any osmanthus syrup at all. It's just dried osmanthus flowers sprinkled directly on top. It doesn't have the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, nor the sweetness of osmanthus syrup. It's not tasty, not tasty at all."
Hearing her say that, He Zhao got a little angry: "Then how am I supposed to eat osmanthus rice cake? I don't know how to make it, so I can only buy it from outside. It's already good enough that I can eat it at all."
After He Zhao said those words, she keenly saw a hint of pity in Gossian's eyes.
Damn it, it actually pities itself.
He Zhao didn't even know how to curse.
No matter how you look at it, it's clear that Gossian deserves more pity. Just look at her eyes; although her irises are still black and the whites of her eyes are still there, the whites are obviously reddened by smoke, and the corners of her eyes are bloodshot. There's hardly any skin left around her eye sockets, and her bone structure is clearly visible.
And that's it, it still feels sorry for itself.
He Zhao was at a loss for words when it came to what to say about Gossian.
"Boss, if I ever get the chance, I'll bring some to you once my mom makes it!"
He Zhao can be a bit blunt at times, a bad habit she developed from staying at home too much and not interacting with people. When she heard Ge Sinian's words, she subconsciously said, "But you've already become a ghost. Contact between people and ghosts can make people weak and bring bad luck. Isn't it inappropriate for you to go see your parents like this?"
After saying that, He Zhao wanted to slap herself. How could she say such a thing about Gosinian? Although Gosinian knew he was a ghost, being exposed by others and realizing it himself were two completely different things.
However, Gossian didn't seem to care much about the problem. Instead, he said, "But my parents are dead too. I've become a ghost. Maybe they've also become ghosts. If that happens, they can make me osmanthus rice cakes."
He Zhao really didn't think that the word "successful" could be added before "becoming a ghost"; and because of what Gossinian said, she didn't know what to say for a moment. The information didn't say that Gossinian's parents had passed away, and she thought that his parents were still alive. She imagined how heartbroken the parents would be if they knew that their beloved daughter had died in the fire while saving people. They would have to bury their daughter overnight.
It's hard to say whether the early death of Gossian's parents was a good thing or a bad thing.
She was silent for a moment before asking, "So how did your parents die?"
“I died in a car accident, but I left behind a high-value insurance policy. After I pass away, all the money I left behind, plus my own insurance, should be donated. This is the will I made after my parents passed away. I thought at the time: life is so unpredictable. Maybe one day I will also die in an accident, so I made a will early on.”
"I was thinking that if I got married and had children one day, I would change my will, but then an accident really happened."
As Gossian and He Zhao communicated, her speech became clearer and more organized, and even some of the skin that had disappeared from her face began to grow back. He Zhao understood that she was slowly becoming stronger.
He Zhao didn't know the reason, but he had a guess in his heart that maybe it was because he ate her dead food that things had developed this way.
Gossian ate a lot of white rice; one ghost finished more than half the pot. He Zhao had prepared in advance today, knowing she would eat as much as she wanted, so she cooked extra rice, but she didn't expect Gossian to eat so much. The rice cooker provided by the system was originally a large pot; otherwise, it wouldn't have been enough for Gossian.
Gossian ate twenty bowls in one go. The more it ate, the slower it became, until finally it reached the eating speed of a normal human. When it finished its twentieth bowl, He Zhao felt that it had eaten enough.
As expected, Gossian didn't ask for more. Instead, it burped in a very human-like way, wiped its mouth, and gave a smile: "Thank you for the treat. May I come again tomorrow?"
"Yes, Sister Qiao has already paid a lot of money for you. Come on over. I'll set up my stall here around ten o'clock. If you have nothing to do, come earlier."
"good."
Actually, He Zhao wanted to keep Ge Sinian for a while longer because Qiao Yanyu had asked her to find a way to keep him calm. But judging from Ge Sinian's condition, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would do bad things, so she waved goodbye to him and watched him leave.
It ate at the stall from 11 a.m. until after 1 p.m., by which time other customers should have arrived. Ten minutes after Gossian left, a customer came. It was also an acquaintance, He Zhao's first customer, the old lady in summer clothes.
After a few days apart, the old woman still seemed somewhat dazed. She sat down in a chair, staring blankly at He Zhao, and uttered only, "Hungry, hungry." After these past few days, He Zhao had grown accustomed to the old woman.
On the first day, she was terrified after thinking about it more closely; she was scared half to death by the old woman. But the various ghosts that have appeared in front of her stall in the past few days are much scarier than the old woman. The old woman, who looks completely human, really doesn't seem dangerous at all.
He Zhao served the old woman some rice and sat down behind the stall. She crossed her legs and looked at the old woman, thinking to herself: Human patience is truly amazing. I never imagined I could be completely indifferent to a ghost. For my past self, that would have been impossible.
She even took the initiative to greet the old woman, saying, "Don't rush, eat slowly."
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