If a person has nothing to do for a long time, he or she will feel empty in the heart.

Just like Feng Qing.

When she was a tired office worker every day, she always thought that one day she would not have to get up so early for work, and she would not have to be scolded all the time. She could fish or read novels when she was free.

When this dream suddenly came true, Feng Qing suddenly found out.

... that her blood lipids were high.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is not surprising at all.

Feng Qing's current lifestyle has gradually become synchronized with that of a certain pink-skinned creature. The average sleep time per day has reached more than 9 hours. The chef makes delicious food in different ways every day, and she often eats too much.

Over time, Feng Qing should have considered this consequence in advance.

"Why is this happening? I'm only 25 this year!"

Li Qi was cooking in the kitchen when he suddenly heard the shopkeeper's deafening roar.

He looked up blankly, and Feng Xiruo beside him shuddered with fear.

After Feng Qing finished shouting, she flipped through the physical examination report again.

She did it on her way home some time ago. Employee physical examinations are considered a kind of company benefit.

It is worth mentioning that in addition to high blood lipids, Feng Qing also has a bunch of various minor ailments.

Feng Qing put down the physical examination form with a look of dejection, muttering to himself.

"Sure enough, humans will start to go downhill after the age of 25?"

Feng Qing sat paralyzed in a chair and said painfully.

Unfortunately, this medical examination report had to be shown to Feng's mother. Feng Qing was so eager to photoshop it, but in the end, he still gave Feng's mother the real medical examination report based on his last bit of conscience.

As expected.

After Feng Qing's mother saw this medical examination report, Feng Qing had been scolded since nine o'clock in the morning.

Feng Qing's mother's secret skill was that she could scold Feng Qing while drinking tea, and she could do it for 24 hours without repeating herself.

After growing up, Feng Qing also felt the power of blood pressure suppression for the first time in a long time.

This scolding lasted until lunch time.

The inn was particularly quiet today.

Even Feng Xiruo, who usually loves to make noise, seems to have calmed down.

Although Feng Qing, who is careless, didn't notice this at all.

With her ears ringing from the whole day's noise, she dragged her tired body and slowly went downstairs.

"Um, the shopkeeper." Li Qi, who was in the kitchen, seemed to know that Feng Qing was coming to see him. He was not surprised to see Feng Qing, but showed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping.

Obviously, when Li Qi saw the shopkeeper coming to the back kitchen, she would try to let her leave first to avoid being contaminated by the smell of oil and smoke.

Feng Qing waved her hand, signaling Li Qi not to say more. Her head now felt a headache whenever she heard other people talking.

"What are we having for lunch today?"

"Huh?" Li Qi was stunned again. According to the custom of the inn, there must be some meat for lunch.

Feng Qing also remembered this matter and specially looked for Li Qi. Thinking back to her mother's angry scolding, Feng Qing said aggrievedly: "Let's make a table of vegetarian dishes for lunch."

"Huh?"

"The last time a monk came to our restaurant to eat, you made the same table for him. Make it again for lunch today." Feng Qing's expression was a little disappointed when she thought of the white and green cabbage and tender tofu.

After she finished her instructions, she turned around and left again, but she didn't expect that after she left, Li Qi slowly sighed and turned to look at the chopping board behind him.

——The chopping board was already covered with chopped vegetables, shredded radish was neatly arranged on one side, and chopped tender tofu was soaked in water.

It was as if Li Qi knew in advance that the shopkeeper would ask him to make vegetarian dishes.

"Looks like it's today." Chu Changzui leaned against the door and whispered.

There were several children squatting in front of him, playing with each other with runny noses.

"But your calculation is really accurate." Feng Xiruo next to him looked at him thoughtfully and said, "The book never said when Yun Shujun died, right? Did you really calculate this?"

"Well, I guess it might be in these few days, so I made a little calculation." Chu Changzui said.

——It was also in winter when Feng Wuhen and Yun Shujun went to the Western Regions together.

At that time, everyone guessed that Yun Shujun might not live for much longer. Chu Changzui also felt that it was hard to say whether Yun Shujun could even survive that winter, so he just did some calculations.

Unexpectedly, it was today.

When he calculated this date, Chu Changzui was secretly glad for a long time.

He knew that the shopkeeper would not be in a good mood on this day, and he was afraid that he or some of the waiters in the guest inn would do something bad on that day, thus angering the shopkeeper.

Knowing the date, it was also a preparation in advance.

Li Qi prepared the vegetarian meal early, and changed into a new set of quiet clothes today.

An Huoshaxi also mobilized the people of Huacilou today to ensure that nothing would happen near the guest inn that would affect the mood of the shopkeeper.

Because everyone knew that today was a special day, everyone was silent for fear of offending the shopkeeper.

Feng Qing felt a little disappointed because she couldn't eat delicious food, so she had to find something to kill time. Feng Qing's

methods of killing time have always been simple and crude.

To put it bluntly, it's nothing more than reading novels, watching animation, and eating. The desire for the third item has been strangled now, so it can only be satisfied by the first two items.

Feng Qing just picked up a novel and started reading.

Although Feng Qing looks like a person with very avant-garde ideas, her taste in reading novels and watching animation seems to have remained in the past ten years. For example,

Feng Qing doesn't like the latest variety of animations.

She is still reminiscing about the old animations from ten years ago.

In today's fast-paced novel world, where all kinds of sweet little novels are rampant, Feng Qing is still looking at the kind of stomach-ache-inducing, bloody and abusive novels that were popular ten years ago.

The more outrageous the story is, the more it suits Feng Qing's appetite

. The more abused Feng Qing is, the more excited she is.

Not to mention the scumbag stuff, Feng Qing is simply a loyal lover of scumbag stories, and she can't stop reading the comments section.

Every time Feng Qing reads the stories of heart-wrenching, digging out eyes, and cutting off hands, she is so moved that she wants to cry out loud, and she feels great that the world has given humans scumbag stories.

Although it is not surprising that humans have their own pleasure points, Feng Qing also knows that her current taste is probably not mainstream, so she basically doesn't share this with friends, and usually just silently recalls those old-fashioned things.

Sometimes she feels that time flies, and she seems to have been left behind by the times.

When she was young, she didn't understand why her parents looked like they couldn't keep up with the times, but now she thinks that she will soon reach that age.

The moment she thinks about it, she is a little far-sighted.

Today, Feng Qing read another old-fashioned routine novel.

There were all kinds of misunderstandings between the top and the bottom in the early stage. The top said cold words to the bottom. The bottom clearly had misunderstandings, but almost never explained. Then, the bottom was poisoned by a fatal poison in the middle of the story. The moment the top knew the truth, the bottom had already died in the cold dungeon...

Feng Qing felt like crying again, and her heart was aching. At this time, she suddenly heard Li Qi calling her to eat.

"Is it time for dinner?" Feng Qing raised her head in surprise, but she didn't have the energy to eat.

As soon as she saw the food on the table, Feng Qing's stomach ached for a second.

Tofu with spring onions, bamboo shoots with chili peppers, radish soup, freshly fried rapeseed, and a little sesame oil on top.

The smell of the food made Feng Qing, a carnivore, pale. She lowered her head in pain, picked up the steamed buns, and took a bite with a painful look on her face.

The waiters in the inn were secretly watching the face of the shopkeeper.

After seeing her chewing the head of the nest with a painful look on her face, the waiters in the inn sighed in their hearts, feeling that the shopkeeper was so affectionate, and then took each other's rice and started eating.

Feng Qing did not forget to secretly read a novel while eating.

For some modern people, it is a happy thing to hold chopsticks in one hand and a mobile phone in the other hand while eating without chatting and socializing with others - although it seems impolite.

Feng Qing now just wants to finish reading the sequel of the novel.

Li Qi and the other waiters in the inn looked at each other imperceptibly.

Several people looked at the sign in the shopkeeper's hand, quietly finished their meals, and then prepared to leave without disturbing the shopkeeper.

The bottom woke up again because of some secret technique after being dead for a long time. He woke up in an ice house surrounded by ice.

Feng Qing's face was still expressionless, but he had a weird smile in his heart.

As the saying goes, there are three good things about old sadomasochistic stories.

- Secret room, ice house and cellar.

The functions of the secret room and the cellar are the same, but the ice house is unique.

This is a fixed bloody plot in old sadomasochistic stories, which is enduring and makes people want to stop.

After the bottom died, the regretful top hoped that the bottom would be resurrected. In this case, you must have a place to put the bottom's body, right?

Although normally frozen pork is not tasty after more than a year, the novel does not care about so many details, and being frozen in it is beautiful as a flower.

The ice room is probably like the Antarctic glacier, where the body is frozen and still looks lifelike no matter how long it takes.

The ice room routine was quite exciting at first, but later I read more of it, and I realized that any text where the subject accidentally died in the middle of the story without an ice room play would be considered a failure.

As Feng Qing read on, she naturally felt a little thirsty.

She wanted to find a bottle of iced drink.

Drinking Coke was indeed a bit of a luxury in her current physical condition.

However, there is also the great invention of sugar-free Coke in this world.

"Li Qi, help me get a bottle of wine." Feng Qing shouted at Li Qi, "It's the place I took you to before."

Li Qi's footsteps paused for a second, and then nodded quietly.

No one else in the inn made any movement.

It's just that the shopkeeper wants to drink.

This happens almost every day in the inn, what's so strange about it?

- Li Qi thought to himself.

He slowly passed the kitchen and came to a secret place.

This is a small gap in the deepest part of the kitchen, which is only known to a few people in the inn.

...

The moment he opened the door, Li Qi felt a burst of cold air blowing in his face.

The entrance to that place was filled with wine bottles.

But you can still see that a ray of light seems to be coming through from the inside.

At the entrance, Li Qi could already see the hard ice, hanging there as if it would never melt.

He slowly lowered his head.

Why did the shopkeeper set up such a place in the guest room?

Li Qi didn't know.

But he would never ask about things he didn't know.

He took the wine back to the lobby, and then saw the shopkeeper opened the seal of the wine and drank half of it by himself.

She turned her head, her eyes seemed a little dazed, "Li Qi, do you want to drink too?"

"No, thank you, shopkeeper." Li Qi shook his head, then slowly stepped aside.

"Li Qi." After the shopkeeper finished drinking the wine, he looked at the bottle and seemed to have some inexplicable emotion.

"Do you know... what people regret the most?"

"Li Qi doesn't know."

"You are really boring." The shopkeeper turned around and said.

Li Qi remained silent.

His mind was still flashing with the same thing he had just seen behind the layers of wine bottles.

This thing was pushed behind the wine bottle, and it seemed that the shopkeeper had put it there accidentally. I'm afraid she didn't know that it was seen by her clerk.

——It was a red and white object with unique patterns, wrapped in a piece of paper.

Li Qi had seen this thing countless times.

...Just under his knife.