The Demon’s Menu

Cui Long's voice was disguised.

But that deep and rich tone remained, only a bit huskier.

"Are you ready?"

Hearing this question, Jason instinctively wanted to reply, 'Yes, Captain.'

Then, unconsciously he almost hummed a line—

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea~

Luckily, he held back.

He wiped his mouth, placed the empty iron pot aside, then stood up and nodded to Dou Bao.

Then, he left the tavern with 'Big Dragon Head' Cui Long.

He didn't go far.

Just in front of the tavern.

He placed the long bench horizontally and sat on it.

"Su Niang, take Dou Bao to rest in the backyard, I'll catch some sun."

Saying these lighthearted words, Feng Feiyu still rolled up his sleeves and trousers.

'Big Dragon Head' Cui Long, Feng Feiyu had never met.

Nor did he know why he was looking for Jason.

But he knew why Jason came to him.

Jason wanted him to protect Dou Bao.

He wouldn't refuse.

Because Jason was one of his few friends.

A friend who would stand in front of him at the moment of life and death.

Such a friend's trust.

Was like entrusting a wife and child.

He, Feng Feiyu, would risk his life today.

Su Niang said no more, pulling Dou Bao towards the backyard.

Dou Bao frowned.

Obviously, Feng Feiyu and Su Niang misunderstood.

Her tavern owner came here not to let them protect her, but rather she came to protect Feng Feiyu.

Although the owner didn't say it clearly, she could guess.

One of the key points of the whole thing was Feng Feiyu himself.

She knew.

She didn't say.

Because the owner let her come here, she only needed to take care.

Su Niang brought Dou Bao to her room in the backyard, gave a few words of advice, then stood up and left.

She went to the backyard kitchen and took out a pot of wine.

Heating it over the charcoal fire.

She also sliced a piece of pork knuckle.

With the warmed wine and a plate full of pork knuckle, Su Niang went to the door, without setting a table, just placing it on one side of the long bench, she lowered her head to look at the man in front of her, the most beloved of her life, couldn't help but straighten his hair a little, then dusted off the dirt on his shoulder, all from work.

"Do you regret it?"

Su Niang asked.

"Regret what? These past few days have been the happiest days of my life."

Feng Feiyu laughed heartily, directly lifting the wine pot, drinking in big gulps.

Seeing this, Su Niang instinctively patted Feng Feiyu's back.

"Drink slowly.

Only this pot.

We still have to sell wine in the evening."

Su Niang nagged slightly.

"I know, I know, I definitely won't cause trouble."

Feng Feiyu smiled apologetically.

The slightly sad atmosphere from a moment ago between the two disappeared instantly.

The two exchanged smiles.

Su Niang turned back into the tavern, neither heading to the backyard, just sitting in the booth, looking up at the back of her man sitting on the bench by the door, with the sunlight shining down, that back broad and solid.

While in the corner, it seemed the sleeping mad old man opened his eyes.

His gaze clear.

Full of envy.

He thought of a long time ago.

If he had been braver, letting go of everything, he wouldn't be like this now, right?

Maybe things would have been worse.

After all, her temper wasn't as gentle as that girl's just now.

But,

I simply can't forget her.

Thinking of her makes me happy.

Thinking of her makes me sad.

Thinking of her makes me want to cry.

"No dust in the bamboo hut, clear water by the railing, longing spans cities..."

The mad old man chanted softly.

It seemed he returned to twenty years ago, to the pavilion by the bamboo grove after the rain, standing beside the woman in the pavilion, her smile charming, mischievous, yet smart beyond measure.

She sang a Shu Capital tune.

Teasing a little black and white beast.

He was smitten at first sight.

But,

He ultimately didn't cross the threshold of the mundane, as he had a family.

He couldn't let go.

The longer time passed, the more he couldn't let go.

His heart, the more it hurt.

Hurt, hurt, hurt!

Cry, cry, cry!

The mad old man curled up in the corner, crying.

Feng Feiyu heard it, turned to glance, not paying much attention.

He had seen the mad old man too many times these past two days.

He was wary at first.

But after trying a few times, he confirmed the other was truly mad.

Not faking it.

It was pitiful, really.

He asked the neighbors around, but no one knew which family the mad old man belonged to, nor if he had children or not, or whether his family was worried.

Thinking of this, Feng Feiyu took a plate of pork knuckle and yellow wine and handed it to the mad old man.

"Meeting is fate.

Eat more, once you're done, leave for today.

Come back tomorrow.

Something will happen here soon."

Feng Feiyu finished, turned and returned to the long bench.

Not because he didn't want to say more.

But because at the alleyway entrance, a group of people came walking.

At least a hundred people.

Appearing densely at the alleyway entrance.

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Just stared at Feng Feiyu.

Feng Feiyu smiled.

"You all arrived really early, the shop isn't open yet, come back a bit later."

The former purple-clad chief arrest officer, at this time, really seemed like a shop attendant greeting people.

He just sat still on the long bench.

And raised his hand, striking forward with a palm.

Bang!

A handprint one centimeter deep appeared on the compacted yellow soil ground ten meters away.

Traces of blood seeped from the handprint.