dognovel Chapter 97: Go home often
Chapter 97: Go home often
Mei Shiyu took the snow silk robe, and before leaving, she assigned another task to Buhuagu.
He made him farm.
One person, planting 1,000 acres of wheat.
Sowing, irrigating, weeding, until the harvest, and then grinding the wheat into flour.
Since he likes noodles so much, let's make ourselves self-sufficient and self-reliant.
Undoubtedly, farming is a rough job, but for Bu Hua Gu, it is incredibly meticulous.
He is extremely destructive; a single punch can create a crack in the ground—it's a piece of cake for him.
But asking him to revive all things and nurture life would be even more difficult than asking Zhang Fei to do embroidery.
Unyielding Bone immediately turned hostile.
He grabbed Mei Shiyu's wrist, raised it above his head, and slammed it against the wall.
He wouldn't let Mei Shiyu leave.
Mei Shiyu did not resist, and said calmly, "After you have planted the wheat and ground the flour, I will make you a bowl of plain noodles... You want to eat this the most, don't you?"
When he was still a little zombie covered in green hair, he would hide in a corner day and night, scraping his flesh and bones. Even when he was in so much pain that he convulsed and fainted, he didn't utter a sound and was extremely averse to Mei Shiyu's approach.
He rotted alone in a dark corner, showing no mercy to himself, each cut more ruthless than the last.
Mei Shiyu could only approach him when he was unconscious to change his clothes into new snow silk, then embrace him, her spirit transforming into a blue phoenix to cast a spell to alleviate his pain.
Mei Shiyu always believed that the boy harbored resentment towards him and could not let go of his early death.
In reality, the boy was simply disgusted by his own filth and didn't want to get his white clothes dirty.
Mei Shiyu meticulously provided the boy with the comfort he deserved, accompanying him through many nights of unbearable pain.
The boy never made a sound; he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, it would just be a useless roar.
At that time, he had already gotten into the habit of drawing words with his fingers to tell Mei Shiyu what he wanted to say.
They were talking about trivial, boring things.
He said he really wanted to eat another bowl of his mother's plain noodles.
That was a string of nonsense he wrote down when he was in excruciating pain.
He was completely unconscious; he seemed to have forgotten that his parents were dead, and how they had died.
The boy's fingers trembled violently, and Mei Shiyu almost couldn't recognize what he had written.
Most of it is just guesswork.
The next day, when he asked the boy again, the boy refused to admit it no matter what he said, and even threw a tantrum at him.
They dug the entire bamboo hut up like dogs.
At such a young age, he's quite unruly.
Mei Shiyu stood by and watched, saying nothing and making no attempt to stop it.
Of course, he did not use magic to repair the house.
That night, the two sat on the ground under the open sky amidst the ruins.
It started to drizzle.
When it rains, it pours; Heaven is blind!
The boy gritted his teeth and, in the middle of the night, took the initiative to approach Mei Shiyu, straddled him, buried his head in his chest, and nestled in his arms like a small bundle, apologizing to him without saying a word.
This is already the maximum concession a stubborn ox can make.
Mei Shiyu gently patted his shoulder and back, and with a flick of her wrist, stopped the rain.
The next day, he made a steaming bowl of plain noodles and served it to the boy.
The boy was wrapped in bandages all over his body, with only one eye showing, and he was almost moved to tears.
Almost, but not quite.
He watched as Mei Shiyu finished the bowl of noodles and said to him, "Although this is my first time trying to cook, the noodles taste pretty good. Adding a little vinegar would make it even more fragrant."
The boy trembled all over, and his only intact eyeball was destroyed in anger!
He raised his hand to flip the table, but remembering the lesson he learned the night before, he held back.
Mei Shiyu sighed, "You can't eat anything in your current condition. I'll make you a bowl when you're fully recovered."
"By then, my cooking skills will definitely have improved. Maybe they won't be as good as your mother's, but at least... there won't be any eggshells in the soup anymore."
Buhuagu remembers this infuriating incident very clearly.
He sharpened his sharp teeth.
He wanted to bite Mei Shiyu to death.
Who told him to bring up something he shouldn't have said?
Mei Shiyu said gently, "I hope you can grow the wheat well and that you can grow it well too... Otherwise, you still won't be able to eat the plain noodles I make. I'll just have to make myself another bowl, and you can just watch."
Undying Bone poked and poked at him from behind, until he managed to utter four words: "I don't care."
Mei Shiyu chuckled softly, broke free from his grasp, and turned to leave without saying a word.
Undying Bone suddenly hugged him from behind again, and wrote in his hand, "I... I lied."
Having spent so much time with him, Mei Shiyu naturally knew how troublesome this dead man was.
So I never stoop to his level.
"Let go," Mei Shiyu told him, "You're all grown up now, don't hug me like that anymore."
Doesn't he have any idea about his own body shape and physique?
It's always the same; they charge around recklessly, acting both fiercely and recklessly.
Mei Shiyu was always worried that he would be blown away.
Bu Huagu really didn't want to let Mei Shiyu leave; who knew when he would be able to come back again?!
He was so lonely being alone in this secluded place.
Bored out of his mind, he dug a burial pit for himself, made a coffin, and erected a tombstone.
Every day he had to convince himself that, as a corpse, he had to learn to lie flat on the ground and not lift the coffin lid.
He tried to listen to the sound of the grass roots drinking water at night, and let the spider weave its web on his head.
He closed his eyes... Ah, it was as if he had no eyes.
So he used mud to plug his two big holes.
Peacefully awaiting the dawn.
But usually, he won't be at peace for more than a few seconds before he comes back to life and crawls out from underground.
Screaming, twisting, crawling in the shadows.
He faced the rising sun, imagining himself reborn; he had died, and he was alive again.
But in reality, he was insane.
In the end, Bu Hua Gu wrote five words intertwined with blood and tears in Mei Shi Yu's palm:
"Come home and visit often."
……
Mei Shiyu has left.
Back at the Rebirth Inn, he placed the snow-white silk robe on the table in front of him and glanced at his little apprentice who was still fast asleep.
He nodded to the zombie sitting cross-legged in the center of the spirit array and said, "Wait a moment."
Mao Jiang was a mortal in life and knew little about immortal magic, but he was willing to believe that the other party was sincerely helping him, so he endured the excruciating pain and nodded.
Mei Shiyu picked up the boy and found a nearby room with a bed, placing him on a comfortable cushion.
Li Tingyun was half-asleep, smelling the familiar, cool fragrance of plum blossoms. She leaned comfortably on his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and wouldn't let him go.
He mumbled indistinctly, "I... am hungry."
Mei Shiyu leaned down, "What?"
Li Tingyun seemed to regain consciousness for a moment and saw the red and swollen bite marks on Mei Shiyu's neck.
But his mind went completely blank.
He simply repeated, "Master, I'm a little hungry."
Hunger and sleep are the two ultimate desires of humankind.
He had been feeling hungry for a while.
I can't even remember when I last ate that meal.
All I can think about is what to eat next.
Before Mei Shiyu could even ask, he rattled off the menu: "Clear soup noodles, pizza, golden chicken drumstick, glutinous rice osmanthus cake, and... stir-fried wood ear mushrooms with sweet potato, chicken stew with mushrooms..."
After saying that, he swallowed, turned over, and fell asleep again.
The urge to sleep overcame the feeling of hunger.
There is everything in the dream.
Mei Shiyu smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "When you wake up, I'll make you a bowl of clear soup noodles."
He doesn't know anything else, and there are some things he's never even heard of.
Those who cultivate the Tao do not value the desires of the palate, and therefore are not good at cooking.
This clear broth plain noodle soup is his specialty.