Chapter 1217

Just like he didn't hear Mo Beibei speak, the old man reached out and took out a piece of potato from the pot, filled it into his mouth and slowly ate it. He closed his eyes and looked comfortable, as if he would die after eating it. He would never eat it again. He looked very disgusting.

At this time, the rabbit in his arms was like drinking old wine. His eyes were closed and his long ears were close to his back. It looked like a good baby in his mother's arms. Its obscene appearance complemented the old man and looked like nothing in the north of the desert.

"Who the hell are you?"

Mo Beibei grabbed the chopsticks and stared at the old man for the third time.

The old man still didn't speak. After slowly swallowing the potatoes in his mouth, he pulled his fingers between his teeth, pulled out a shred of meat that he didn't know when to put into his teeth, smelled it under the nose of the wine trough, and slightly shook his head and sighed.

Just when mobeibei thought he was going to eat the shredded meat, he could no longer suppress his nausea. When he wanted to cover his mouth and retch, the old man finally bent his fingers. The shredded meat flew past her ear and pasted it on the door panel.

"When you're hungry and don't want to cook, eat again. Alas, meat, meat, is always a good thing. You can't waste any of it, or you'll be struck by thunder. "

The old man finally spoke. He opened his eyes and looked at the north of the desert. He asked with a smile, "do you feel disgusted?"

"No, it's not disgusting."

Mo Beibei swallowed and spit hard, suppressed the urge to vomit, and slowly said, "it's very disgusting."

The old man didn't care. He just asked, "don't want to eat?"

Even if I starve to death, I won't eat it!

Mobei was about to put down his job. When he said this sentence, he heard the old man say faintly: "this is much cleaner than what you ate when you were imprisoned in that world. At least the food after high temperature has burned most unhealthy bacteria."

"You know I --"

Mobei was stunned and shut his mouth when he said this.

She wanted to ask the old man how she knew what she was eating when she was imprisoned in the dark world, but she immediately thought of what the old man had just said.

At the same time, she suddenly realized that what the old man said was right. In those two environments, what she ate was ten thousand times more unsanitary than this. Didn't she eat it?

Especially in the dark world, she didn't know whether the food was hygienic or not. She only knew that she could stutter. Just like the rats living below, when did she pay attention to being clean when stealing those rotten corpses?

Until she was allowed to set foot in the Central Plains world and came into contact with the normal life of people outside, she realized that people are never mice. No matter what kind of food they eat, they have to pay attention to a clean one.

After living in the world for so long, Mobei has regarded himself as a normal person. Many things she didn't want to recall in the past were deeply pressed in her heart and deliberately forgotten.

Now the old man is very cruel, and he re hooks out what she selectively forgot to eat before she grew up.

The old man spoke again. There was no smile on his face, but there was an obvious mockery in his tone: "you have become like this now. Haven't you survived bravely?"

Yes, I've become like this. I'm disgusting to death when I look at it. What qualifications do I have to dislike that others are dirty?

Mo Beibei swallowed his saliva again, then bowed his head and picked up the big and amazing porcelain bowl. Regardless of whether the food was hot or not, he waved his chopsticks and wolfed down.

Whether she cares or not, the food is very hot. It's a fact.

It's completely instinctive. Mobei eats the food in his mouth and swallows it directly without chewing at all, which can effectively avoid scalding the upper surface of his mouth.

As for the esophagus, whether the gastric sac will be burned, she doesn't want to think about it.

In fact, after talking to the old man with her rice bowl for a period of time, neither potatoes nor fat meat slices are very hot.

"Eat slowly, so that you can taste it and don't waste my old man's hospitality."

After seeing her pick off most of the bowl of potatoes in the blink of an eye, the old man said slowly, took out a raw potato from under her ass and put it on the rabbit's mouth in her arms.

The rabbit opened his eyes and opened his mouth to eat.

The old man's right hand, which had been off the pot, gently stroked the rabbit's back, just like a woman comforting her child, with a smile on her face again.

In the north of the desert, where he was eating in the lake, the action of pickling rice stopped a little, and he buried himself in eating again. The speed was still very fast, but he listened to the old man and began to chew with his teeth.

From the moment he was led here by a rabbit, Mobei realized what was going to happen tonight.

Especially after seeing that the old man reached out and fished a potato from the boiling water and ate it as if no one else was there, if she couldn't see that the old thing was quite unusual, she would have lived in vain for so many years.

But, I don't know why, Mobei subconsciously didn't regard the old man as an enemy, and didn't think about whether he would poison himself in the pot. He just wondered who he was and why he knew himself like this.

Ask him after dinner.

When Mobei thought of this, she had swallowed the last potato in the bowl. It was like eating at her own house. She leaned over, picked up the wooden spoon in the pottery basin beside the old man, stirred it a little in the pot, and filled herself with a large bowl.

Still use the speed just now, boast and eat loudly, just like a pig eating.

When Mobei glanced at the old man from the corner of his eye, he found that he was still looking at himself, but his eyes were quite gentle. The right hand movement of stroking the fluff on the rabbit's back also showed that only a kind old lady could make it.

How did he look at me like that?

Suddenly, Mobei had a strange feeling: the old man opposite was a grandfather who loved his granddaughter.

After Mobei threw away his gills and ate, the old man didn't make the unsanitary action of directly going to the pot to get vegetables to eat, as if she quickly picked up the rice in her mouth and put it into his stomach.

Before long, Mobei ate four bowls of potato stew in succession.

These meals must be eaten by at least three good guys. After all, not everyone can enjoy the greasy fat meat slices.

When she went to serve the fourth bowl, the old man spoke in a very quiet voice, but he could hear clearly: "you eat like a person."

"Who?"

Mobei paused a little, but didn't look up, just stared at the food in the pot.

She suddenly realized that although the fire in the earthen stove was no longer on fire, according to the normal phenomenon, the food in the pot with less than a layer of grease would be very hot (the grease floating on the soup surface can have the effect of isolation and heat preservation).

But in fact, except that the food she ate in the first bowl was very hot, the temperature of the next four bowls of food was very moderate and would not scald the loading at all. It was as if it had been cold for most of the day, which would only make the food taste more mellow.

She scooped up some soup with a wooden spoon, put it on her mouth and sipped it gently: don't scald her mouth.

The old man ignored Mobei's question about who the man was and looked down at the rabbit. When she slowly tasted the vegetable soup, she hummed with her nose.

The nasal sound is not a word. Of course, Mobei can't hear what is humming. She can only be sure that she has never heard this melody. It is full of desolation, which can make her mind float a picture of the confrontation between the two armies.

There are hundreds of thousands of troops. The soldiers are dressed in red and yellow uniforms. The war horses are neighing, the flags are flying, and the north wind is whistling and blowing the flags, making a hunting sound. The bloody battle has not yet begun, but there is an obvious smell of blood in the air.

"Wind, wind!"

On the side wearing Khaki uniforms, tens of thousands of troops suddenly shouted in unison: "wind, strong wind, strong wind!"

The wind blows, the clouds fly, the knife light rises, and the blood sprinkles on the battlefield.

Wind means "war" on the ancient battlefield. Strong wind means bloody war to the end.

"Let go!"

A hoarse man's voice, in the howling wind of the soldiers, suddenly waved the long raised command flag.

Buzzing -- a feather arrow like a plague of locusts, with a buzzing howl, covering the whole sky.

"Qin Opera!"

Mobei woke up and looked up at the old man: "you're from the northwest!"

Only in the northwest, which has been burned by war and watered by blood since ancient times, can the desolate and solemn but strangely soft Qin opera be derived.

"Eat quickly. If the food is cold, the taste will be much worse."

The old man stopped humming, still looked down at the rabbit in his arms and said faintly.

Mobei stopped talking and began to feed himself with a wooden spoon.

After eating the sixth bowl, she finally put down the big bowl, raised her hand and patted her chest, comfortably separated, and said, "Er, I'm full."

"Drink water and the food is a little greasy."

The old man said, reaching out without looking back, took out a half gourd, that is, a ladle, from a earthen pot behind. It was filled with a ladle of yellow and black water. The taste was unspeakably bad. You could see some leaves floating on the water and the bodies of small insects such as millipedes, incomplete.

Mobei hesitated.

She really wants water because the food is too salty.

But this kind of water -- Mo Beibei forced to sip the corners of his mouth, reached out and took the ladle, raised his head and drank it.

Black water trickled down the corners of her mouth and fell on her chest clothes.

A full three liters of water was soon poured into Mobei's mouth.

Either drink or pour.

"Thank you."

After shaking the ladle, Mobei North raised his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and handed the ladle over.

The old man took the ladle, stretched out his hand and scooped up a ladle of water. He said faintly, "drink again."

I'm full.

Just as Mobei was about to say this, the old man said, "drink."

She didn't ask any more. It seemed that she took the ladle and began to drink again.

The old man let Mo Beibei drink three scoops of water in a row, and finally let her go. He looked at her high belly: "now, you can ask questions."

"Can you tell the truth?"

Mo Beibei, who was too full to eat and drink, straightened his waist and asked.

She was afraid that as soon as she bent down, the food she had just eaten and drank would come out of her throat.

She was in no hurry to ask who the old man was.

The old man still looked down at the rabbit. After it ate all the potatoes, he replied, "what I say below is the truth, as long as I can answer your question."

I won't say what I can't say. That's what the old man means.

"OK."

Mobei raised his hand and wiped his nose. He also looked at the rabbit in his arms: "why can't this rabbit die? Just now I broke the dead branch and tried it when I used chopsticks. My strength is like what I imagined -- but I can't kill your rabbit. "

Clearly, Mobei should ask who the old man is and why he brought her here.

But when the old man asked her to ask, she asked the question first.

Women's curiosity is always serious.