Chapter 8 8 Slowly sweeping across his fingertips
When the lights come on.
In Guocheng, outside the Yunyu Sect, shops were closing one after another.
The door panels of the Yanshi Zong puppet shop had just been lowered, leaving a small door for entry and exit at night.
A young man, carrying three pounds of stir-fried pork with raccoon blood wrapped in spiritual leaves and tied with straw ropes, walked quickly to the door. Just as he was about to chant a spell to unlock it, he suddenly noticed a tall figure standing in the shadows at the distant street corner.
The man had a bad feeling in his heart, his heart was pounding wildly, and he completely forgot the spell to open the door. He pounded on the door: "Open the door quickly, open the door quickly..."
Then he felt a chill on his back, his hair stood on end, and his voice broke in his throat.
He slowly turned his stiff neck. The figure that was far away from him just now had stood behind him silently without him noticing.
The guy immediately recognized that beautiful and enchanting face, and began to shiver uncontrollably. The meat in his hand fell to the ground with a "thump".
Then his knees softened and he fell to the ground. "Grandmaster, Grandmaster, I'm just an errand boy, I don't know anything. You are so magnanimous. Every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Go find the master, not me..."
The puppet stepped forward, reached out his hand, and picked up the fallen leaf bag with an expressionless face. His slender, bony, pale fingers hooked the straw rope, and a word uttered from his thin, pale lips: "Pot."
The man's mind went blank, and after a long while he managed to utter a single word: "Huh?"
"Pot." The puppet raised the Lili Wuhua in his hand, his eyes grim, as if he would be killed to pieces if he said another word.
Fu Tingyun's patience was indeed about to run out. No one would be in a good mood if they had colorful words flashing in their spiritual palace.
He had never eaten meat, but he was familiar with the customs and features of the Three Realms. He knew that Li Li's habitat was thousands of miles away, and he also knew that there were such things as butcher shops in the world.
Although he could not use much spiritual power for the time being, his physical skills were still there, and he reached Guocheng in a few quick moves.
When we found the butcher shop, the owner was just packing up and the last piece of raccoon meat had just been sold.
The buyer was a clerk in a puppet shop.
So he came here naturally.
At this moment, the wooden door behind the waiter creaked open, and a fat face poked out: "Why are you so…"
Before he could finish his words, the door light came on and he was suddenly met with a pair of beautiful and stunning eyes.
The cold gaze like a knife seemed to cut his vocal cords. The shop owner let out a terrified cry, and his fat body was shaking.
"Dong...Dongjia..." the waiter whispered, "He wants a pot..."
Before he could finish his words, the puppet had already kicked the shop owner and the door behind him into the house.
He walked into the brightly lit shop with the meat in his hand, expressionless. He looked around and then looked down at the shop owner who was sitting on the ground shivering. "Kitchen."
The shop owner finally came to his senses, scrambled to his feet, and bowed: "The kitchen is in the back... Sir, please... please..."
The puppet walked into the kitchen and frowned when he saw the grease-covered stove and the dirty iron pot.
The shop owner followed his gaze and said quickly, "There is a new pot, there is a new pot, this old servant will get it for you, sir."
Seeing that his life was not in danger, the waiter bravely asked in a low voice, "Boss, what is he going to do? Is he going to cook?"
The shop owner glared at him fiercely. This idiot is asking for death. He is still nagging. Isn’t he afraid that he will be cooked by his ancestors?
He scolded, "I told you to clean the kitchen, but you've been sneaking around all day! Why don't you clean up the stove now..."
After a while, the new pot was brought in, and the owner also considerately brought a brand new chopping board.
The waiter did not dare to save his spiritual energy and cast more than ten degreasing spells, and the whole kitchen was shiny and looked brand new.
The puppet ancestor spoke again: "Recipe."
The owner asked cautiously and flatteringly, "What would you like, sir? Why not let this old servant prepare it for you..."
As she said this, she was about to take the leaf bag from his hand.
The puppet ancestor glanced at his greasy, fat, short hands and took the meat away: "Stir-fried pork, recipe."
Shop owner: “…” This is extremely insulting!
Half an hour later, the rich, fresh and salty aroma of fried meat spread.
The shop owner was about to hand over the large insulated porcelain basin he had prepared, but the puppet didn't even look at him, picked up the boiling hot iron pot and walked out.
As soon as he walked out of the store, the owner's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, holding his chest and crying out weakly, "Ouch, ouch."
The shop assistant, also a survivor, broke out in a cold sweat. "Dong, Dongjia... what the hell is going on? What happened to that puppet ancestor? Why did he come all the way here just to make a pot of stir-fried meat?"
The shop owner had experienced many ups and downs and gradually calmed down.
As his panic slowly subsided, he was finally able to think again.
He glanced at the waiter and said, "You are too naive to understand the deeper meaning behind this."
Guy: “Huh?” What’s the meaning of stir-fried pork in a wok?
"You thought he was just stir-frying some pork," the shop owner's eyes darkened, "but it's actually full of hints."
He squinted his eyes, and before his eyes flashed the image of the puppet slicing meat with a cold expression. The long fingers, white with a hint of blue, the cold and intimidating blade, the meticulous knife work with neat shapes and uniform thickness...
The shop owner shuddered: "You thought he was just cutting some meat, but in fact he was threatening to cut us into pieces.
“You thought he was just putting the meat in the pot, but in fact he was threatening us and making us suffer in dire straits.
"You thought he was just taking the pot with him, but he was actually still threatening..."
He grabbed the waiter's shoulders and shook him vigorously. His voice trembled, and even the fat on his face trembled: "Are you going to kill us and the pot?"
The guys were also a little scared by what he said. They hadn't received their wages for this month yet. Should they run away or not?
"But...don't puppets have no intelligence?"
"Right," the shop owner said with a serious expression and a deep gaze, "You've finally hit the point. A puppet has no intelligence. Everything it does is, of course, manipulated and directed by a living person."
"Ah?" The guy scratched his head, "Those two girls from the Yunyu Sect during the day? They don't look like them..." Their eyes were so clear.
"And I saw a Yunyu Sect Outer Sect badge hanging around their waists, and they even asked if they could get a discount with the badge!"
The shop owner sneered, "What little girl from the Yunyu Sect? That's just her official identity. They're just playing dumb! Otherwise, how could they have chosen that puppet so easily? Otherwise, how could they have formed a contract so casually..."
He closed his eyes and sighed, "I never thought that Huang would spend all day hunting geese, only to get his eyes pecked by a goose."
"Boss, what should we do now?"
"What should I do? What should I do? You ask me what to do..." The shop owner put his hands behind his back and paced around the room, muttering, "Disaster is coming, disaster is coming..."
As he was speaking, the door opened and another waiter came in carrying a jar of wine: "Boss, the wine is here - it smells so good. Today's stir-fried pork is especially delicious. Who stir-fried it..."
The shop owner said "hush", pulled the man into the house and closed the door tightly.
After hearing what his companion said, he was also at a loss: "Boss, they want our lives, why don't you just say it directly, and cook a dish?"
The shop owner was fed up with these clueless shop assistants: "There are many great people in the world who hide their true talents. Of course, they have deep thoughts behind their actions. Unlike you, who are so stupid that you just believe everything you see!"
The man was also at a loss: "What should we do? Will they come and kill us all at dawn?"
The shop owner's eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The only solution now is to run!"
Then he shook his head: "It's no use just running away. I've been targeted. There's no way this can end without some bloodshed. Let's just consider it a loss to ward off disaster!"
He turned to a clerk and asked, "How much cash is left on the books this month?"
The clerk ran to the account counter and adjusted the abacus: "Boss, there are about 8,000 high-grade spirit stones on the account. Is that enough?"
The shop owner scoffed, "Eight thousand? You think you're just giving away beggars? They went to so much trouble to set up this scheme against me, they must have big appetites. Eight thousand is not enough to give them away!"
He calculated for a moment and estimated, "Without two hundred thousand, I'm afraid I can't finish this. Never mind, let's be safe. Tomorrow morning, go and exchange three jade slips worth one hundred thousand each, seal them up, and send them to the Yunyu Sect."
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The night is dark.
Fu Tingyun returned to the room and placed the still steaming pot of stir-fried meat on the bedside table.
The colorful words in the spiritual palace have been flashing for more than an hour, and every flash seems to be challenging the limits of his patience.
The girl was sleeping soundly, lying on her back on the bed, unaware of anything, her brows relaxed, only her eyelids were slightly swollen.
The moonlight shone through the gauze curtain, casting a hazy glow on her daffodil-like face.
"Wake up." Fu Tingyun said coldly.
Su Xiaoyuan had no reaction at all.
Fu Tingyun pinched her arm that was outside the quilt and said, "Get up and eat meat."
This time she reacted, she frowned, pursed her plump and moist lips, and muttered a string of meaningless sounds.
Fu Tingyun completely lost his patience and lowered his eyes to look at her slender neck exposed outside the quilt, where there were finger marks left by him.
He rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand, and slowly covered the marks with his long fingers, tightening them.
This time he knew how to control the strength, so he only pinched her to wake her up and didn't pinch her until she was swollen.
The girl looked in pain in her sleep and struggled to breathe.
Fu Tingyun felt her warm and moist breath on his bare forearm.
After a moment, she finally opened her eyes, her gaze vacant and blank. After a while, she looked at his face and yawned, "Fu Tingyun...what...are you doing?"
Fu Tingyun released his hand: "Awake?"
Su Xiaoyuan woke up but not completely.
She was sleeping soundly just now, and vaguely seemed to smell the aroma of stir-fried pork.
That’s Dad’s specialty. Is he the one cooking the stir-fried pork in the kitchen?
As I was thinking, I found it increasingly difficult to breathe. I opened my eyes and saw that everything was pitch black. My father was not there, and it was not my familiar home.
There seemed to be a strange figure in front of me.
"Get up and eat meat." The man ordered her in a cold tone.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't want to eat anything, she just wanted to sleep.
"Thank you, I'm not hungry..." She mumbled, closed her eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.
Fu Tingyun stared at the ball in the quilt. Not only did she have her back to him, she also pulled the quilt over her head, as if she didn't want to pay any more attention to him.
He had never seen such a shameless person.
She was the one who was hungry. After finally finishing frying the meat, she changed her mind.
Even if there were no colorful words in the spiritual palace, he would not let her go today.
He pulled off the quilt and threw it aside, then grabbed her small, round shoulders and turned her body over: "You must eat."
Su Xiaoyuan was too sleepy to open her eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm really not hungry, I just want to sleep..."
"It's not up to you."
Fu Tingyun said coldly, pinching her jaw with his left thumb and index finger, forcing her to open her mouth with a little force, performing a cleansing gesture with his right hand, picking up a piece of meat from the pot, and stuffing it into her slightly open lips.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't have much appetite at first, but the moment the stir-fried pork entered her mouth, her dormant taste buds woke up before her.
It's so delicious, so delicious that it makes me want to cry...
The texture of raccoon meat is sweeter than pork and melts in your mouth, but the chef in the cafeteria is average in his cooking skills and cannot make it taste like home.
But the taste of this piece of meat is somewhat familiar, just like... it was cooked by my father himself.
She couldn't help but take a sip, and then licked it again with satisfaction.
The moment Fu Tingyun fed the meat into Su Xiaoyuan's mouth, the colorful words in her spiritual palace finally disappeared.
He was about to pull his finger out of her mouth when the girl's warm and moist lips and tongue suddenly sucked on his fingertips.
He clearly felt her tongue circling his finger and slowly sweeping across his fingertips.
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