Old Dao spoke with great passion, saying he was now prepared to die, provided, of course, that he could do something for me.
I gave a soft "hmm" to indicate that I would.
If it really comes down to a life-or-death decision, I will choose to protect myself and give up Lao Dao.
We quickly washed up, then each got a bed and lay down.
"Brother Chen, this bed is so soft!" Old Dao lay sprawled out, so comfortable he was about to burst.
I also tried out the bed, and yes, it's softer than the beds in chain hotels in the city.
The mattress beneath me is less a mattress and more like the fur of some kind of animal—soft, smooth, and with a unique tactile feel.
Overall, it was a very good experience.
I closed my eyes to rest, while Lao Dao lay on the bed playing on his phone.
About an hour later, the proprietress came over with Huahua.
They were each holding a small earthenware pot, which emitted a very rich aroma.
Needless to say, this is naturally the braised chicken in a clay pot.
The aroma of tender chicken, combined with the flavor of the seasonings, instantly filled the entire room.
"My two brothers, you've been waiting a long time. Here's the braised chicken in a clay pot that you ordered! Come and have a taste!"
The proprietress placed the little rooster on the table with a smile.
Once the lid of the casserole is lifted, the aroma becomes even more enticing.
"Thank you, sister!"
I took the chopsticks from the proprietress and sweetly called her "sister".
The proprietress was very pleased with this and was overjoyed.
After the two put their things down, the proprietress gave them a few more instructions and then left with Huahua.
After closing the door, Lao Dao sat down at the table, ready to feast on his meal.
At this moment, Lao Dao suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"
"Brother Chen, look, there's a note here! Hua Hua handed this to me, could it be from Hua Hua?"
Old Dao pointed to the bottom of the casserole, and sure enough, there was a small ginger-yellow note there.
"Could it be that she's taken a liking to me?"
Old Dao joked.
"What do you want from me? Do you want me to pee my pants? Do you want me to be unable to hold my poop?" I rolled my eyes. This old knife really dares to think.
Old Dao gave an awkward laugh and quickly opened the note.
The sign above, written in very ugly handwriting, read: "Get out of here! There's something dirty here! Come find me in the backyard in an hour, and I'll take you away—Huahua."
"Brother Chen, there really is a problem!"
Old Dao stared at the words above, his mouth agape.
This is actually a shady business.
"I'm afraid we can't eat this little rooster either!" Old Dao forced back his saliva, as he trusted Hua Hua's words more.
"Can't you eat it?"
I smiled and then showed my arm.
Whether it's edible or not, you'll find out once you try it.
Eagle owl tattoos are responsive; if there's a problem, they will definitely change.
Lao Dao and I both stared longingly at the tattoo.
Unexpectedly, the tattoo came to life, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed a quarter of the chicken whole.
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I was completely confused, and Lao Dao looked at me in a similar way.
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