The lamb legs are very authentic, with flower knives on both sides. It is said that after dirt, they add dozens of ingredients to stew for more than two hours, then put them in the soup and marinate for a day. Take out evenly and apply salt, cumin powder, rosemary, put it in a fresh bag and seal it before selling it to the public.

Uncle Zheng is a master of roasting lamb legs. He doesn't use any modern tools. He has tied the fire with wooden racks. The lamb legs are brushed with honey water and roasted on the heat. Not long after, oil is emitted and the meat is fragrant.

Mu Dai looked at it without blinking: "Don't be fucked, Uncle Zheng, can you flip it?"

Zheng Bo laughed and laughed. There was a table next to him. He cut the scallions and white cucumber shreds on the chopping board. He paused and ordered Mu Dai: "Flip."

Mu Dai was happy like something, holding the iron chisel handle and flipped the roasted lamb legs: "Brother Zheng, this would be great if it were ancient times. We would just rely on roasted lamb legs to travel around the world. If you bake, I will be responsible for flipping. If you can do anything, you can be a hero or a righteous person."

The little girl was so crazy about thinking, but Uncle Zheng liked her very much. Luo Ren said that when he first met her, Mu Day was not ordinary fierce - he didn't see it at all.

The first roasted stick was made, and Mu Dai had shiny eyes: "Check and chew?"

I couldn't help swallowing, and even if I ate it, I recognized it even if it was oily on my hands and mouth.

But it turned out not. Uncle Zheng used a knife to slice the leg meat into small strips. He put a portion in each plate, evenly sprinkle chili powder, cumin, salt grains, and a layer of scallion and white cucumber shreds. He put a small silver fork and gave Mu Dai to the top plate: "Try it."

It was amazing. Kiyo held it with both hands and took it: "This food is so elegant."

Zheng Bo smiled: "No, Pinting likes to eat, but he thinks it's troublesome to eat it. Later, Luo Ren asked me to do this."

Is that right? Mu Daye didn't say anything, but just subconsciously looked around. Luo Ren was not there, so he should have entered the house to accompany Ting.

"Pinting... should be cured well, right? You can ask Luo Liga to go to a hospital in Beijing and Shanghai to try it out."

Zheng Bo sighed: "Luo Ren has tried it, but it is not a physical problem..."

At the end of the conversation, he sighed and shook his head, and continued to divide the discs.

Mu Dai tactfully stopped talking, and took an extra plate to Li Tan who was sitting on the steps. Li Tan saw her but didn't talk to her. Mu Dai felt very guilty and pushed the plate toward him and said, "Take it, it's delicious."

Li Tan still ignored her. Well, people should dislike her, after all, that was her "Aunt Hong".

Mu Dai held his own plate and was about to change the place. As soon as he got up, Li Tan suddenly asked: "Did your aunt Hong... mention me?"

How to answer this? A lie with a kind heart? Or is it better to tell the truth about a short pain than a long pain?

Seeing that Muyo didn't speak, Li Tan smiled and said, "I understand."

In fact, if you don’t ask, you will know the answer. If you ask, you can give up, it’s more thorough.

Mu Dai felt very sad and wanted to change the topic: "Luo Ren said that Uncle Zheng is accompanying you to the hospital, isn't it okay?"

"When aged people are old, their bodies look like an old car, and they are full of problems everywhere." Li Tan sighed infinitely and patted his knees with self-deprecatingness. "I haven't noticed it before. I've been upside down sooner or later. I've been hungry and full, and the old guy protested."

Yes, it's really strange. He was already old, but he never felt old and was very enthusiastic. He always had a lot of energy to find out the truth. But that night, Luo Ren came in with a phone call and told him that someone wanted to talk to him.

The moment he heard Li Yaqing's voice, the energy in his body suddenly gradually ejaculated.

Li Yaqing said to him, "I'm sorry", he smiled bitterly and said, "It's nothing."

No one forced him with a knife, he would do it himself.

Thinking about it now, it seems that it is true that the old saying is, "It's like eating all the birds are thrown into the forest, and falling into the vast earth is so clean." After pain, making trouble, fighting, and grabbing, now it's empty, it's so boring.

Li Tan smiled at Mu Dai: "I'll go back tomorrow. Luo Ren said, "There is still a bit strange. I don't have the strength to check it out. Thank you. One day, you have news. I called me and said."

He stood up with great effort, pounded his sore waist, and did not move the mutton brought by Mu Dai from beginning to end.

Perhaps, even if I feel relieved in my words, I still don’t want to accept any kindness related to Huo Zihong.

Kiyo stood there for a while, forked a piece of roasted lamb and handed it to his mouth. He was depressed and tasted like chewing wax.

Turning my head accidentally...

It is estimated that only 13,000 of everyone can eat so much that they are so satisfied.

***

Everything was normal before going to bed, and in the middle of the night, Mu Dai woke up.

It's really dry here. I feel like there is not even a mercury in the air. My throat is so dry and my lips are weak.

There was no kettle in the house, so Mu Dai went to the living room to look for it. He was really lucky. He only took half a cup from the water dispenser and disappeared in one bite.

It's really weird, there's no kettle? Mu Dai rushed to Luo Ren's door and tried to knock on the door and held back.

It's all night long, I'm sleeping.

But if you don’t knock on the door, can you just endure it?

In a dilemma, the door suddenly opened.

***

The kettle was powered up and made a familiar sound of simmering water. Mu Dai finally felt at ease. He sat on the sofa in his coat and waited for the water to boil. He looked at Luo Ren's room by the way, and his eyes were quickly attracted by a wall.

For example, the wall where cases were posted in the movie were also posted. The last time Luo Ren posted the table for her in the small noodle restaurant in the ancient city, but the place where the question mark was originally changed to "Zhang Guanghua". There was a line that led to Zhang Guanghua's name, and three words were written at the end.

Hangu Pass.

The three words Hanguguan were circled with red pen and then, and a question mark was made. Obviously, it was still a guess. On the other end, Luo Wenmiao's name also pointed a line backwards, and the end said "Pinting" was written.

I also asked questions, but for some reason, I felt a little sad to see.

Luo Ren brought the cup over and put some lotus seed hearts in it: "It's really a lot more here than in the south, and many people who come here for the first time are not used to it."

"How do you know I'm outside the door?"

"After Uncle Zheng talked about Pinting, I was very careful. Sometimes I didn't sleep all night, but..."

He frowned: "So far, I haven't encountered it..."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the wall.

If it was really a "virus" as I had imagined before, would Pinting be another carrier? Is her so-called abnormality manifested in the early stages of the attack? How does this virus spread between individuals?

When he turned his head, he saw Kiyo Masa licking his lips uneasyly.

Luo Ren reached out and snapped his fingers in front of her, which made her stunned: "Stop licking, the more you lick, the more you lick it, the fuck it."

The water is ready, and the steam is steaming. I want to drink it but I dare not. After this sip, I have to burn off a layer of skin. Mu Dai simply leaned his face to the mouth of the cup. After steaming it, it would be much more comfortable.

Luo Ren looked at Mu Yoshi and was both angry and funny: "Didn't you wear lipstick?"

Lipstick? I usually use it, but it is not necessary, and I don’t care when I go out.

Luo Ren took out what he used from his luggage and handed it to her: "The warm water in the southern mountains is soft, you are too careless. No matter how men and women are there, they are all in their hands."

Mu Dai reached out to pick it up, and as soon as he touched the tube, Luo Ren retracted again.

He spun out a piece of lipstick, took the straight blade knife on the table, cut off the one he had used, and handed it to her again.

He was so careful, Kiyo was stunned for a moment: "It's okay, I don't mind."

Luo Ren looked at her: "Don't you mind?"

Mu Dai's ears were red with guilt.

Don't mind it? I think it's quite important.

Mu Dai lowered his head, spun out his lipstick and applied it to his lips. As he smeared, he suddenly shook his whole body and looked up at Luo Ren.

Luo Ren's face was solemn, and he stretched out his finger to his lips and made a "shhhh" gesture.

It seems that he heard it too.

***

Not only Luo Ren, Zheng Bo, 13,000, and Li Tan, all came out.

This is not the kind of "despicable, thin silk" singing that Zheng Bo described. This is singing, the sound is clear and it sounds particularly clear at night.

Several people met in the corridor, and Luo Ren shook his eyes at Uncle Zheng. Uncle Zheng understood it: It has nothing to do with people waiting, so don’t interfere.

He turned around and explained to Li Tan and Yi Wan San: "Pinting her... It's not normal here. I'm sorry, I'm going to rush to sleep, so beg you, so beg."

The meaning is soft and hard, and people with common sense can understand: Which owner will let outsiders see their family members get sick?

Li Tan was not very concerned at first, so he turned around and went back to the room after he was relieved. He had to retreat back. He felt very regretful: No wonder the door was made like a railing. Is such a beautiful woman actually a madman? Is there any law in this world?

Luo Ren led Mu Day to approach.

Pinting is really dancing, singing and dancing, and his movements are indeed very open and close. No quiet and elegant woman can dance like this, right?

With the background of doing the event, Kiyo saw it quite clearly: Yes, this is the kind of dance in ancient times, without paying attention to graceful postures, dancing anywhere and anywhere.

Pinting's singing and dancing lasted for about two or three minutes, and then, suddenly stopped, and returned to the silent look of drooping eyes. She quietly went to bed, covered her quilt, and twisted out the desk lamp at the head of the bed.

The room was silent, and the quilt on the bed was raised, and there was no movement for a long time.

When Kiyo looked at it, he didn't feel it until now that he felt like there was a terrifying aftertaste. From this room, it spread all over the room, and it shivered without realizing it, and tiny trembling appeared on both arms.

Uncle Zheng sighed and shook his head at her, as if saying: See, that's it.

He walked back to the room with heavy steps.

Luo Ren stood in front of the fence, motionless, staring at Pinting on the bed, and slowly clenched his lowered hands.

If this is really a "virus", is Pinting's symptoms gradually worsening? Uncle Luo Wenmiao did not have this reaction at the beginning. Could it be that everyone's reactions vary from person to person?

Kiyo didn't know what to say at this time to be the most comforting effect: "Don't worry, I'll help you."

Luo Ren's heart moved.
To be continued...