"Thanks."
Wen Ting covered his mouth with his hands, unable to suppress the fishy-sweet taste in his throat. He reached out for the cup and drank the water in it in one gulp.
It tasted slightly astringent, like tea, but not quite. After drinking a glass of water, he unexpectedly discovered that he didn't seem to feel as uncomfortable anymore.
The fishy-sweet taste in the throat also subsided, and even the pain in the dantian, which had always felt like being pricked by needles, now eased a little.
It was the first time in a long time that he felt sleepy, and he just half-lying there with the cup in his hand, but not long after, he fell asleep.
Although his complexion was still not very good and there was no color on his face, his expression was relaxed and natural.
Haitang covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry out loud.
The owner hasn't had a good sleep for several years, especially these days. It's getting harder and harder to fall asleep, and the pain is getting worse day by day. Sometimes she just wants the owner to just die.
Once you leave, there will be no more pain, and no more suffering.
But she couldn't bear to leave her master, and the entire Dark Street couldn't bear to leave him.
But living like this is too painful and too cruel for the owner.
But no matter how cruel it is, the master is still alive, insisting on living, even though every minute and every second is torture.
"I'm hungry."
Liu Liang touched her belly. After such a delay, it must be around eight or nine o'clock. If they had not met Wen Ting and ignored this matter, they would have left by now. They should be in the hotel now, having breakfast and having a good sleep.
"Feel sorry."
Haitang quickly turned north and wiped the tears from her face.
"It's my negligence. I'll have someone prepare it now." She looked at Wen Ting without blinking, somewhat reluctant to leave. Her master, with such an expression, should not be in pain, right?
"He needs to get at least five hours of sleep."
Liu Jing stood up and prepared to find a place to sit outside. What was the point of watching a man sleep here? Although he was not bad looking, she didn't think her brother Zeng was the best looking.
And the boiled chicken from Mr. Wen was white and thin, which she disliked the most.
"Let's go out first."
Zeng Xubai knew that Haitang had to settle Wen Ting first, so it was indeed inconvenient for them to be here this morning.
Liu Jing sighed. She was still thinking about getting something to eat from Zeng Xubai. Going out was exactly what she wanted.
Shortly after they came out, before Liu Liang had time to ask Zeng Xubai for food, Haitang had already come out. The whole process took less than five minutes.
"Both of you, please!"
Haitang bent down slightly and gestured a "please" with his hands. He looked very respectful, which of course made it impossible for people to refuse.
Anyway, Liu Liang didn't want to refuse. She just wanted to know that everything sold in the dark streets was special and delicious. She just didn't know what the food they usually ate was like.
Haitang led them into a room outside. There was already a table inside, filled with a large amount of food. How long had it been since they had prepared so much?
The ability of this dark street is really too strong.
Liu Liang walked to the window. It was already bright outside, and the long street was bathed in the morning light. There were no red lanterns, no magnolia fragrance, and no people in ancient costumes. It was as if everything they saw at night was just a dream, and when they woke up, they saw such a peaceful and prosperous world.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it hard to believe. But in fact, what they saw was true.
Now, Liu Jing knew that they were still in the same place, but they had changed from a dark street to a bright street. She was quite curious about the conversion of the dark street to the bright street. However, since they had a history of thousands of years, they must have some skills.
As for the reason, she didn't want to know at all.
The reason why it is so popular and so longed for is because of its mystery. If the mystery disappears one day, just like a magic trick, then the so-called Fengchuan Dark Street will not have much meaning.
Of course, even if Wen Ting were still alive, it would be impossible for him to live forever.
Haitang stood aside uncomfortably, feeling extremely nervous.
"Isn't this food good? It doesn't suit your taste. How about I change some more?"
She asked carefully, fearing that she would anger these two people if she was not careful. These two people were related to the life and death of her master, and also to the future of the dark street. Perhaps all her caution would be put to use today.
"No."
Zeng Xubai picked up the bowl and blew on it. "She's just thinking about something. She'll be fine in a while."
Only after the porridge was no longer too hot did Zeng Xubai place it on the opposite side.
"Jingjing, come and have dinner."
"OK."
Liu Liang turned around, her eyes curved with a smile, reflecting the warm sunshine behind her, looking youthful and bright, without the seriousness and pretense of a doctor. Everyone is a baby.
She walked over, sat down, picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of porridge, not afraid of the heat at all, because Zeng Xubai was there. She was never afraid of burning her mouth when drinking water, let alone porridge.
Haitang now finally understood why Zeng Xubai blew at the bowl of porridge just now. It turned out that he was just afraid that the porridge would be too hot.
Whether you care or not is not something you can express with words, nor do you need to show it deliberately. It can be clearly seen from these details.
"You sit and eat together too."
Liu Liang pointed to the seat next to her. She was not an ancient lady or lady, so she didn't need to sit while others stood and she ate while others watched.
Besides, she and Zeng Xubai couldn't finish such a big table of dishes, let alone adding a crabapple, even if they added plum blossoms and cantaloupe, they still wouldn't be able to finish it.
Haitang was still standing there, not sitting down, because she was afraid and also because she was being careful.
"Please sit down. I said I have something to ask you."
Liu Liang took another sip of the porridge and was very satisfied with its taste. It was obviously made from the same rice, but for some reason, the taste of this porridge was particularly special.
After hearing this, Haitang sat down again, but did not pick up her chopsticks.
"I want to eat buns."
Liu Liang had been drooling over the buns on the table for a long time.
Zeng Xubai picked up a bun, split it in half, gave half to Liu Liang, and ate the other half himself.
Liu Liang happily took the bun, put it in her mouth and started eating.
"How do you know I like eating buns?"
Liu Jing was surprised. She had never said that she liked eating buns. Although there were many kinds of breakfast, her favorite was white porridge with buns.
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