Chapter 7 007 Roasted rabbit is delicious
Little Lotus thinks my stories are terrible, so she forbade me from writing "dead literature." That's okay, I still have "congenitally vegan literature" and "domineering president literature."
Life on sashimi is truly boring, and recounting these mind-numbing novels gives me the illusion that my own boring days are actually quite interesting. Besides, despite its disdain for it, Little Lotus is surprisingly tolerant of domineering CEO literature. Perhaps it's just not yet familiar with the concept of greasy.
I tried my best to search my useless brain for the "Red-Eyed Life-Giving Literature", "Follow Literature" and so on that I had read before. As a result, I dreamed that I was forced to fall in love, and I was awakened by the shock.
The person's face was blurry, and he might not be someone I knew, so I couldn't bring him into my dream.
It's just that when I woke up, something was wrong.
The sky was blue and the clouds were white. A few seagulls were flying by. The sound of the waves was surging beside my ears and the smell of the sea water was fishy and salty. Obviously, I was dreaming again.
wrong.
My face changed... Didn't I just wake up from a dream? Why am I still dreaming after waking up?
It’s over, this is like Inception!
I looked at my hand, wanting to pinch myself, but before it touched my face, a red silk thread shot out and wrapped around my wrist. It felt familiar. I followed the direction of the silk thread. A young man with black hair and red clothes stood under a tree, tugging at the other end of the silk thread. His brows were furrowed, and he looked unhappy. It felt like a sense of unease, a reckoning was brewing.
"Hey, Third Young Master." I smiled and raised my other hand to greet him. "How have you been lately?"
…
Nezha jumped onto the branch, the red silk still wrapped around my wrist, showing no sign of untying it. I touched the surface of the red silk, it was incredibly smooth, and I had no idea what material it was made of.
I raised my bound hands and shouted to Nezha on the tree, "Third Young Master, please untie them. It's a bit uncomfortable."
But Nezha just glanced at me indifferently, snorted coldly, and looked away again.
"Third Young Master——"
"Third Young Master——"
The more he ignored me, the more I would call him until he became impatient.
"Come up." As soon as the cold voice fell, he pulled the red silk, lifted me up, and landed me steadily on the branch beside him.
I wasn't frightened at all. I really admire myself. After being circled by lotus stems from time to time, I have become accustomed to the aerial trapeze.
I am so powerful now!
But you still have to pretend.
I clutched my chest and complained, "That's scary, Third Young Master. Please remind me next time."
Nezha bent one leg, stepped on the branch, propped up his chin, and watched my performance nonchalantly. After I finished complaining, he said, "Nezha."
I:?
He tilted his head, his golden eyes burning like an eternal flame, "Don't call me Third Young Master, call me Nezha."
I tilted my head. "Why? Is there a difference?"
He didn't say anything, but turned his gaze away as if in anger, and his gaze fell on the endless sea.
Rebellious teenagers are really hard to deal with.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" After a while, he lowered his voice and spoke, as if accusing.
I swung my legs, refusing to accept his accusation. "Just because you said so, do I have to listen to you?"
Nezha frowned even more tightly, "You agreed."
I tilted my head and smiled, "Just because I said yes, you have to believe it?"
Nezha: ...
He was probably stunned by my shameless behavior.
"Young man, you are too naive. I am a liar."
When you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself.
With a flash of surprise in his eyes, Nezha said, "You said you are a liar?"
I shook my head and said nonsense: "Yes, I am committed to becoming the greatest liar in the world."
Nezha remained silent. I don’t know whether he believed it or not, but I think he probably didn’t.
"Speaking of which, why are you here today?" I glanced at him, remembering that day when Li Jing summoned him before he left. "Have you reached an agreement with your father?"
Nezha clearly didn't want to discuss this topic, and there was a hint of murderous intent between his brows. I don't know how I could detect that murderous intent. Anyway, his expression was very bad.
"He demanded three thousand human sacrifices and ordered me to apologize publicly to the Dragon Palace."
"You certainly won't."
Nezha laughed. The handsome young man looked even more handsome when he laughed, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows became more lively.
"Your father is too naive. How could the Dragon King agree to just an apology after his son died? Three thousand human sacrifices? To them, that's what they should do."
When the Dragon King was mentioned, Nezha's expression became even more violent, and murderous aura emanated from his body as if it were free.
"It's scary. Can you calm down for a moment?" I was so brave that I could even make demands to him.
The murderous aura subsided, and his expression returned to its original coldness.
I didn't ask what his plans were. If it was Nezha, then even if his growth changed, it would still roughly follow the original path. I didn't really want to see him again, which was the climax of the story.
There was a rumble of thunder in the sky, and soon heavy rain poured down.
"Is there a place to shelter from the rain? I'm afraid I'll be struck by lightning soon."
Nezha gave me an indescribable look, then picked up the Hun Tian Ling and jumped off the branch with me.
"Speaking of which, you can control the Hun Tian Ling. Then, can you control it like flying a kite and carry me for a while?"
Nezha's expression became even stranger, as if I had asked something incomprehensible.
I was really afraid of being struck by lightning, so I didn't bother to study Nezha's expression and followed him into the forest behind him.
To be honest, it was a bit unpleasant to be in the forest during such a heavy rain. But I didn’t expect to find a cabin deep in the forest.
I gazed at the darkening sky. Rolling black clouds, like thick ink dripping into clear water, silently spread, swallowing up the last glimmer of daylight. Thunderstorms and lightning crisscrossed the sky, but only the lonely cabin in the woods offered a glimmer of warmth.
The cabin leaned crookedly against an old, gnarled tree, its silhouette looming desolate beneath the dense clouds. As he entered the cabin, I looked around. "Is this your secret base?"
"A secret base? That's not wrong."
"Come in quickly." The boy's voice was calm and unhurried.
Inside the cabin, there was a dry fire. Nezha expertly lit it, and the air, baked by the wood, was dry and warm. A bonfire danced in the simple stone hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The burning wood crackled with a gentle crackle, while outside, a heavy rain poured down. Sometimes, I find myself lost in such an environment, alone, listening to the rain and lost in thought. If only I had a cup of coffee nearby.
Nezha's voice pulled me out of my fantasy world: "This was once the resting place of hunters. Later, the evil dragon committed evil and it was abandoned."
Although the cabin was deep in the forest, it wasn't far from the East China Sea. The demonic dragon's massive body could easily snatch the cabin up in its claws the moment it appeared. Therefore, even tired hunters wouldn't dare rest there.
However, the fishermen really have no choice, as their livelihoods all depend on the East China Sea.
"Do you come here often?"
He glanced at me but didn't deny it.
I was in spirit form, and the rain had no effect on me. Last time, I saw Nezha deflect raindrops, but this time, his clothes were half soaked. So I asked, "Don't you have a spell that can deflect raindrops?" I didn't know how to describe it, so I could only use the simplest and crudest language.
Nezha didn't seem to understand what I was saying. I briefly described what happened last night. He crossed his arms in thought, then said, "I hadn't noticed that."
I:……
Ah, so there's no such spell? Or was I mistaken that time?
The heat of the flames quickly dried the moisture off my body. I was dazed by the fire pit when Nezha beside me suddenly stood up and said, "I'll be back soon." Then he left the cabin.
"It's still raining outside!"
I was totally confused, and then I saw him return to the door with a stern look in his eyes: "Don't leave without saying goodbye this time." Without waiting for my answer, he left quickly.
After a while, I finally burst into laughter.
Is this because they are afraid that I will answer "yes" or "no"?
It seems that my identity as a liar made him hesitate.
Staying alone in the cabin wasn't boring at all. The rain outside was unpredictable, coming with force and leaving with a clean, gentle breeze. Soon, the sky broke, and the scent of green grass mixed with the earth filled the moist air.
I heard a rustling sound, and I looked in the direction of the sound. Suddenly, a snake crawled out of the haystack. Terrified, I froze in place. I stared at the snake, which had white rings on its body. I couldn't recall what kind it was, or if it was venomous. I thought it would come for me, but it seemed to ignore me, bypassing me and the fire pit, and slithered straight toward the door. But before it could even make it out, it was caught.
"Where did the snake come from?" Nezha appeared at the door, holding a bloody rabbit. The snake he grabbed opened its mouth, spitting out its tongue, and hissed intimidation at him.
Nezha sneered, snapped his fingers, and the snake's head dropped down.
A snake died just like that.
"Dead?" I asked, staring at the snake.
Nezha: "It's just a snake."
He dared to kill a dragon, let alone a snake without any intelligence.
"Do you want to eat snake meat?" I asked, staring at the snake's corpse. He looked at me in surprise and said, "You want to eat snake?"
I shook my head quickly and didn't dare to eat it.
Nezha tied the snake's body into a knot and threw it away. He then took out his knife and completely skinned the rabbit, then gutted it and disposed of its internal organs. His movements were so skillful that it was obvious he had done this more than once.
About ten steps west of the cabin, there's a stream. Nezha was about to go out to wash the skinned rabbit when I stood up and said, "I'm going too."
Without hesitation, he said, "Be careful and follow closely."
"good."
The forest after the rain was difficult to walk in, so I followed Nezha closely. Birds occasionally flew through the woods, leaves swayed, and water droplets fell, pattering on the soil. The sound of running water was clear, and Nezha took off, leaping over the bushes and beginning to wash the rabbit by the stream.
I saw mushrooms sprouting from the soil after the rain, and I couldn't resist picking some up. I'll stuff them into the rabbit's stomach later and use them as seasoning.
Nezha finished washing the rabbit and called me. I picked up the mushrooms and followed him.
"Can this be eaten?"
"It's not poisonous, it's edible. Wait, I'll go wash it."
Nezha took a look but didn't say anything.
When I got back to the cabin, I said in frustration, "I forgot to pick up some branches. How can I roast it?"
"How difficult is that?" As soon as he finished speaking, a fire spear suddenly appeared in his palm, and the tip of the spear pierced through the rabbit directly.
“…You’re really smart.”
The fire spear is used to roast rabbits. Could your fire be the Samadhi True Fire?
"Wait a minute, put the mushroom in."
…
The divine weapon of destruction that once stirred the East China Sea and raised monstrous waves had now become a makeshift roasting fork. Its cold gleam was subdued, its sharp tip piercing a skinned and cleaned rabbit. The spear shaft rested on two rocks. Under the relentless onslaught of the flames, the rabbit's skin had already taken on an alluring caramel hue. Fine droplets of oil oozed and gathered, finally failing under the weight and dripping with a sizzling sound into the fire pit below, igniting a small, jubilant flame. The aroma of meat, fat, and the umami flavor of mushrooms immediately assaulted the palate.
I know this rabbit may not be delicious, but I don't care at this moment.
"I think this isn't the first time that Third Young Master has done this," I joked.
Nezha flipped the Fire Spear and asked, "What kind of work is this?"
"Hmm...hard labor?"
“There is no difference.”
oh.
The sky was fading, the last ray of daylight fading into dusk. The fire inside the house grew brighter. I turned my head to look. The flames danced, casting bright and dark shadows on his young face. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his long eyelashes cast two small fan-shaped shadows under his eyelids.
He was completely focused on the fragrant, charred meat before him, occasionally reaching out a finger to gently stir the firewood in the fire pit, adjusting the temperature. As he did so, a drop of scalding oil suddenly splattered from the swollen meat skin, landing squarely on the corner of his tightly pursed lips with a "pop".
"Are you okay?" I hurriedly stood up and leaned over, pressing my thumb against the corner of his lip where the oil had splattered, but it accidentally went right through. I froze, trying to look at my finger, when I looked up and saw the slightest frown on his brow. Then the tip of his tongue darted out, gently licking away the burning grease, the movement as natural as brushing off a speck of dust.
So astringent...
I uncomfortably withdrew my hand and looked away. He looked up at me and said, "It's okay."
"Oh, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay..."
I nodded and returned to my original position, my eyes fixed on the rabbit roasting in the fire pit.
…
The rabbit was ready. Nezha tore off a leg for me. I took a quick bite. The crispness was like stepping on fallen autumn leaves, and the oily texture instantly spread across my lips and teeth. The rabbit was incredibly tender, and the fresh aroma of the mushrooms blended with the juicy meat, lingering on my tongue. It was even better than I'd imagined.
"You bake very well." I praised sincerely.
He lowered his head, looked up at me when he heard this, and then looked away uncomfortably.
"A hunter taught me this."
I said, "But I don't know that hunter. I only know you."
The fan-shaped shadow trembled slightly.
The only sounds in the house were the crackling of the wood fire and the aroma of barbecue fat.
After all the barbecue was eaten, I was still sucking my fingers with a sense of satisfaction.
"It's so late, is it okay if you don't go back?" It was already very late.
Nezha stirred the firewood in the fire pit with an indifferent look on his face. When he heard what I said, he said, "It doesn't matter."
Then he asked me, “What about you?”
I supported myself with my hands behind my back and said in a weak voice, "I don't know. Every time you come and go, it's not according to my will. Maybe in the blink of an eye, I'll be gone."
“…”
A red silk ribbon wrapped around my wrist again.
I:?
I turned my head to look at him, then looked at the red silk on my wrist. When his eyes moved over to me, I asked, "What does this mean?"
"At least I knew when you left."
I:……
But this doesn't make sense.
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