MTL - Flower Demon’s Inn-Chapter 29 Sleep until your feet cramp

If audio player doesn't work, press Reset or reload the page.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the ground, and the demon in the backyard stretched out, bathed in the sun for a day, and just waited for the sunset to play.

Seeing the spoon sitting by the well, soaking his hands in the bucket, he leaned in and looked around, and saw that there were five-finger bruises on the wrist that looked like a jade, and he shook his head. "Oh, boss, you hurt so badly."

Spoon snorted softly. "You remember to kneel and wash the board tonight. You saw me being bullied last night and didn't come to save me. I squatted at the Jinxiu Inn to watch the show. Friendship came to an end."

Brother Baishu sneered: "Don't we think you are really bullied by scholars ... Student's military value is so high, if you rush into it, you will be killed or injured."

The spoon pouts, and the corners of his lips still hurt. He really wants to swallow himself. You shouldn't have carried him back to the house after he fainted. You should dig a big pit, then throw him in, and fill the soil well. She continued to soak in the cold well water, unhappy, and suddenly heard the footsteps, looked up, and her gray gown caught her eyes. She was shocked and jumped up, rushing through the window into the room.

The scholar paused, and jumped into his room.

The demon immediately smelled the breath of being able to watch the gossip, and climbed up the Xinyi tree branch and looked inward.

The spoon closed the doors and windows, thinking that it was not safe. He moved the stool to block the door. As soon as he moved to the door, he heard the scholar knock on the door: "Spoon."

She was shocked and didn't answer.

The voice outside was a little helpless: "Will the spoon open the door?"

The spoon decisively said, "No, I have something to say outside."

"Your hand was hurt. I took the medicine."

Sitting on the stool, the spoon still remained open: "Tomorrow will be fine."

For a long time, he didn't hear the movement. Spoon probed his head and went out, but saw that he was still standing in front of the door, his eyes lightly looked at her, and he smiled at the sight of it: "Open the door, be good."

The smile was almost no resistance. The spoon looked at him carefully and determined that he was not malicious. Then he slowly opened the stool, opened the door, saw him come in, and poked out, "You can break through the door and treat yourself as a gentleman. Go the main entrance. "

The scholar smiled lightly: "If I came in directly, you wouldn't be more disgusted."

Spoon glanced at him, saying this seriously, really not bullying himself. She thought of last night, shook her head, and was a bad person.

"Roll up your sleeves, I'll give you medicine."

"Well."

I saw her flash by at the well just now. I only knew there was a faint injury there, but I didn't know it was such a serious injury. The scholar twisted her eyebrows and applied her ointment. Listening to her air-conditioning, she blew her breath slowly to relieve her pain.

Spoon frowned and looked at him. The scholar at this meeting was clearly normal. She must keep the wine well in the future. After seeing him apply the ointment, he spread his hands to face the finger on the bruise, his face immediately darkened: "There is no doubt that this is indeed your masterpiece."

The scholar did not laugh: "It won't happen in the future."

It wasn't used to seeing his face with a spoon, why did she seem to get used to the appearance of a scholar as a hangman. This must be an illusion. A serious and serious person is more reassuring.

The scholar suddenly remembered, and then carefully compared the five-fingerprints, and touched his chin: "What was the posture at the time, how could it be scratched ... How did your lips break? Spoon?"

Last night the haze immediately swept the heart, and Spoon lifted the table angrily: "I am going to beat you a hundred times!"

"..."

The demons shook their heads outside the window: "Boss, this is the rhythm of death."

Of course, the spoon was okay. After blasting the student out, he fell asleep on the bed, and found out that he had been tangled for so long last night, and the student was still the student. She turned over, and she didn't feel right. What's the relationship between him and himself!

I can't figure it out over and over again, I just don't want to sleep anymore.

I woke up in the morning and took a washbasin to wash my face and found that the bruises on my hands were gone, and the ointment was really amazing. After washing, she jumped to the kitchen to get a vegetable basket to buy the ingredients for the day.

Although the town of No. 1 is small, it is not a major business channel, so it is not too lively, and it is still so early.

The spoon squatted down and carefully picked the vegetables, and the groceries selling vegetables talked about the neighbourhood as usual. After buying good food, I went to the meat stall, and heard the same thing, and then I looked up: "How many people are not asleep?"

The butcher chopped pork ribs and said, "Yeah, Qin Yan from the family, Zhang Brother Yunxiang, Yuan's mother-in-law, and Song San's wife, Lao Jiao's father. If I don't know why, I can't sleep. "

The person next to him said, "The people you talked about didn't feel as good as usual. It was either the accident or the harassment. I shouted a few times alive, maybe I had a dream and I wouldn't wake up."

The butcher stared: "Go and go. After two days with the Taoist priest, you're full of nonsense. Can you ever wake up if you dream?"

Everyone joked, the spoon frowned slightly, and raised the bones and meat back. Suddenly so many people are asleep, I'm afraid it's no coincidence. Are there any monsters who entered the town? Obediently, don't get involved with the inn or let her run into it. Over the past few months, she has become a helpless banshee.

Holding this idea of ​​being carefree, Spoon carrying the vegetable basket returned happily to the inn. I saw the sugar painting old man on the side of the door post set up a stall again, and was igniting the syrup-burning stove.

The old man looked up at her, and smiled very kindly, and the spoon reminded the old treasurer instantly. If grandpa is still here, that would be great ... If she came out to be a second child at that time and tried to guard the inn with grandpa, then when grandpa decided to leave, she could persuade him to stay.

Just thinking about it, suddenly someone shook her and called out, "Spoon."

She turned around blankly, the treasurer, but not grandpa, a scholar. I can't help but be sour: "Stupid student, why do you come out?"

The scholar looked innocently at her sucking her nose in, and when she was gone, she looked slightly at the sugar painting old man. The syrup had melted, faintly sweet, and got into the nose. The student's eyes were stunned, and when he heard the spoon calling himself to move the pot, he entered.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged man with a sick face to come up, with a dumb voice, "Zhizhi would like to eat, give me one."

The sugar-painted old man chuckled: "Please transfer a picture."

The man turned a monkey, and the old man poured sugar into a picture and handed it to him, saying, "You can taste it, too. You can forget your sorrow."

The man's expression was a little embarrassed, and he lowered his head and took a bite, and it was really sweet into his mouth, slowly sweet into his heart ... The sorrow seemed to disappear immediately, no more pain.

The next man saw him look sullen and reminded: "Master, it's time to order a banquet."

The middle-aged person waved his hand: "You give the menu to the shopkeeper, I'm going back."

Having said that, he left with sugar. The subordinate shook his head, could it be that he was sick?

***

Put the bones into a large casserole with a spoon, boil gently, and add some herbs. When the customers order the noodle soup, the soup will be poured on it and it tastes great. And when you add salt to the pan, you can lock the rich aroma of the soup. The soup is delicious in this way, but the cooked meat cannot be salted. If the main person eats the meat, put salt first to make the meat more flavorful.

Just put it into the casserole, the spoon can already think of the broth, smelling a little meat, and looking at the white porridge and pickles early in the morning are delicious. After waiting for a while for the scholar to come in, I was about to call him. I saw him come in, took a list full of the names of the dishes, and laughed, "Who is going to host a banquet, and we ordered 23 dishes here. It will be delivered early the next day. "

The spoon's eyes lighted up, and after taking a look, all the dishes were full of dishes, almost every word was flashing money, immediately blooming: "No problem, I will buy the ingredients tomorrow, and I will get up the day after tomorrow. "

After receiving this list, the spoon was in a good mood, coupled with the good business of today's inn. At night, I was lying next to the scholar to count the silver, and my eyes became peas. The scholar looked at her, "Are you ready?"

"Okay." Spoon raised his finger and wiped his rosy and chapped lips. "It still hurts a bit, what about the ointment?"

The student was right: "I'll help you with medicine."

Spoon sternly refused: "Do not touch me! Well, there is wine."

The scholar looked down and sighed. If she can remember what she did last night, she would be willing to be rejected. But he couldn't remember anything and was also rejected. In human terms, how to say it, yes, he is even worse than Dou'e!

Early in the morning on the third day, the spoon was up to cook. Since most of them are cold dishes, they are ready soon. Chen Shi put the food box on the carriage and drove it to any house.

When he arrived, he knocked on the knocker and someone would open it in a moment. Spoon laughed: "Tongfu Inn brings food."

The man welcomed her to come in and moved the dishes to the kitchen. When the dishes were ready, the spoon said, "A total of forty-five twenty-seven cents.

The man said, "This money cannot be given for the time being. Credit first."

Spoon blinked: "We are a small business and never credit."

The man said helplessly: "I can't help it. The master has returned from the day before yesterday and said he was dizzy and awake. He hasn't awoken yet. But he got the sleeping sickness that has been committed in the town recently. The key to the money bank is in the master. We How dare you ask for money. It is estimated that there will be no banquet today. I will give you the money when the master wakes up. "

Spoon eyes widened: "This is not possible, who knows when Master He wakes up."

The man grinned two times: "Then there is no way, the girl can wake up the master if he has a way."

Looking at him with a rogue face, Spoon really wanted to beat him, and said, "If you have a sleeping sickness, you won't be asked to tell us. It's still a debt."

The man pushed her: "Go and go, where is it going to be cool, I do n’t know if I have any money this month, and I will report it to you. I wo n’t hit you again."

Spoon whispered and wanted to call him, and after thinking about it, she still put up with it. If she took a photo with her, she would have no money for her vegetables.

The student was cleaning in front of the door, and saw that the spoon drove the carriage around the back. When he came back, he rushed in and even drank a few cups of tea. The airway said, "The treasurer, He's on credit, saying that Master He didn't wake up asleep and didn't have the money to pay the bill. "

The scholar frowned slightly, spooning his cheeks: "Tonight I went to find out, see what ghosts are working, and want to owe money to our inn, stop thinking."