659: Chapter 659: This Isn’t the at I Wanted to Eat 659: Chapter 659: This Isn’t the at I Wanted to Eat “Is the body lying in the bedroom a corpse?” Little Jia had been running with Han Fei all night and was now starting to think along the sa lines as Han Fei.
“Don’t talk nonsense.” Slling the at aroma in the air, Han Fei’s eyes slowly returned to normal as he ca out of his reverie, his stomach growling with a gurgling sound.
The imposing Han Fei suddenly acting this way caught both Li Guo’er and Little Jia by surprise.
“I particularly love eating at, as if there is a kind of at that’s very important to , one I must eat.” When Han Fei spoke, the hoowner who was cooking heard sothing and walked out of the kitchen carrying a frying pan.
The scent of at in the air beca even more intense, and Han Fei’s nostrils twitched involuntarily as he gazed in the direction where the aroma was strongest.
A middle-aged man about 1.85 ters tall appeared in the living room, dressed in white.
His face, neck, and both hands—any skin that was exposed—were scarred from burns.
The man’s features seed as though they had lted away, making it nearly impossible to discern his human form, yet his repulsive appearance was in stark contrast to his refined culinary skills.
Just by standing there, the fragrance from the frying pan filled the entire room, making one’s mouth water.
“Who let you in?”
The man’s mouth, half-destroyed by burns, opened slowly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant to hear, his facial scars quivering with the muscle’s tremor, very frightening.
“A child has gone missing in the neighborhood recently, we wanted to learn more about the situation.”
Li Guo’er continued with the sa excuse as before, but the man was not convinced at all.
The scars on his face contorted, his entire face seeming to squeeze together: “I don’t know anything about a missing child, you guys should leave.”
The man was hostile in his attitude.
Li Guo’er wanted to persuade him further, but the Han Fei behind her suddenly spoke up, “May I make a sowhat presumptuous request?
Could I taste the at you have cooked?
I’m willing to pay for it.”
The idea of showing up at soone’s house at five or six in the morning to mooch a al had never occurred to either Li Guo’er or Little Jia.
Han Fei’s request took them by surprise.
The scar-faced man holding the frying pan paused for a mont, his eyes hidden beneath the scars staring at Han Fei for an extended period, seemingly sensing Han Fei’s craving for the at: “Are you… a foodie?”
“No, I just simply like eating at.
It seems I’ve eaten various kinds of at, and there is one type that I cannot forget for a long ti, but now I’ve forgotten what kind of at that is?” Han Fei’s expression was slightly sickly as his eyes revealed both gluttony and greed.
“What a coincidence, I enjoy making at, cooking all sorts of rare and delicious ats.
My wife isn’t up yet, so I can show you a few tricks and let you sample so.” The disfigured man’s mouth curled upward, revealing an incredibly terrifying smile.
Their conversation, upon closer consideration, was very horrifying.
Standing at the door, Little Jia and Li Guo’er, who had just entered the room, were resistant to eating the at cooked by the man, but with Han Fei insisting on going inside, they had to follow.
“Well, this could be considered a thed restaurant,” Little Jia avoided the white invitation on the ground and the cut-open Double Happiness characters, not even daring to sit.
Li Guo’er also frowned slightly, not understanding why Han Fei would suddenly want to co in to eat.
She felt that Han Fei shouldn’t be the type of person to be controlled by his appetite.
While they were conflicted, Han Fei had already taken his seat at the table very obediently.
He tapped the surface of the table lightly with his index finger, seemingly unable to wait any longer to start eating.
“Han Fei, be careful, there might be sothing wrong with the at.”
“I know.”
A few minutes later, the kitchen door opened, and the man with the mutilated face brought out two dishes.
The bright red plate was full of at, fat and lean intermixed, as if it had been marinated in advance with so secret seasoning.
Stir-fried without any sides, it was giving off an unusual fragrance.
The other white plate had at arranged in the shape of the character for “Double Happiness,” all of which had been carefully selected.
They looked ordinary, but as one drew closer, saliva would unconsciously start to drip.
“Have a taste.”
One plate of red at and one plate of white at, the disfigured man was definitely a chef; he had precisely captured the characteristics of each type of at and cooked them accordingly.
Little Jia and Li Guo’er looked at each other, sitting at the table as if they were being tortured, while Han Fei eagerly picked up his chopsticks and began to devour the at on his plate, much to the astonishnt of his companions.
The way Han Fei ate the at was sowhat frightening.
All the at seed to lt directly in his mouth, being swallowed down with hardly any chewing.
This scene not only stunned Li Guo’er and Little Jia, but the man with the mutilated face was also staring intently at Han Fei, as if trying to repeatedly confirm the purpose behind Han Fei’s actions.
In the past, guests had also visited his house and liked eating his at very much when they didn’t know what he looked like.
But after seeing the chef himself, they also seed to have so difficulty eating the at he had prepared.
Like a whirlwind devouring scattered clouds, Han Fei ate up both plates of at as if he were afraid that Li Guo’er and Little Jia would find it awkward.
He patted his belly, showing a third of his satisfaction on his face.
Eating at could make Han Fei’s body recover rapidly; he was gradually overcoming his weakness.
After swallowing down various kinds of at, Han Fei’s initially relaxed eyebrows soon furrowed again.
The dismbered man’s at was delicious, including various types of at and cooking thods, but none of them were the taste he rembered from his mory.
He had not yet eaten the at he truly wanted.
“You seem a bit dissatisfied with the at I cooked?” asked the mutilated man dressed in white, walking over to the dining table and looking at the now-empty plates.
“I’ve always been searching for a particular flavor.
That flavor is very unique, dangerous and beautiful, containing an irresistible allure.
I want to devour it, just as I want to devour her,” Han Fei replied, looking up at the disfigured man.
He was indifferent to the man’s horrifying appearance; he just wanted to find the at he was seeking.
Li Guo’er and Little Jia couldn’t understand at all what Han Fei was talking about.
They thought the most bizarre thing in the room would be the man with the distorted face, but it seed that Han Fei’s condition was even more severe.
“I think I understand what you an,” said the mutilated man as soon as he finished speaking.
Li Guo’er and Little Jia turned their heads towards the disfigured man, genuinely puzzled by what he had understood.
The conversation was as if encrypted; one couldn’t really understand it unless their condition was severe enough.
Re-entering the kitchen, the mutilated man locked the door very ticulously.
Outside, the three heard sounds of cabinets being turned inside out.
Li Guo’er quietly got up while the chef was closing the door, pulling the dazed Little Jia into the bridal chamber, curious about what lay beneath the blanket.
“Should we just lift up the blanket?
Wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate?” Little Jia was sowhat nervous; he wasn’t ntally prepared yet: “What if there really is a corpse underneath the blanket?
That scene would probably beco my psychological shadow for the coming days.”
“You can rest assured, compared to what you might encounter in the coming days, this is nothing.
People need to keep growing,” Li Guo’er clutched a corner of the quilt, and in that instant, she had a strange feeling, as if every move she made was being watched by sothing, she felt other people’s gazes in this room.
She looked up, her gaze landing on the black and white wedding photo hanging at the head of the bed.
The couple in the photo stared straight at her with fixed eyeballs.
“You think this can scare ?” Li Guo’er flipped the quilt back with force, and on the soft double bed lay a puppet, nearly the sa size as a real person, its body hollowed out and filled with all sorts of Talisman Papers and torn-up photos, dressed in a brightly colored red wedding gown, and bound with red threads.
“It’s not a corpse,” Little Jia sighed with relief, “Little Guo, let’s get out of here quickly, this room is so creepy.”
Li Guo’er nodded.
She replaced the quilt, and as she smoothed out the wrinkles, she seed to accidentally touch the Red Rope, causing the puppet’s foot to twist on its own.
Too tense to notice this detail, the two of them put everything back in place, sat back down at the table, and waited another half-hour before the locked kitchen door finally opened.
The disfigured man ca out with a platter, covered by a tal lid, apparently concerned the aroma might drift away.
“This at is prepared by a special thod, and very few people have tasted it.
You’re in for a treat today,” the disfigured man said, placing the platter on the dining table, excitent flickering in his eyes.
“This at was originally prepared for my wife, and I would not have taken it out to cook if I hadn’t t you today.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Han Fei controlled his muscles, managing a sowhat unsightly smile.
As he lifted the tal lid, the fragrance burst out instantly, drawing even Li Guo’er and Little Jia closer to the platter involuntarily.
Arrayed on the colorful plate were slices of at, thick secret sauce sliding down from the crystal-clear at, it looked just like a work of art.
Little Jia swallowed his saliva.
He had run around all night and was already very hungry, how could he resist such a temptation?
The scent of the at was like a thick arm, pulling at his body, drawing his mouth closer to the platter.
He picked up the chopsticks subconsciously and licked his lips, “Should we…
have a taste?”
Li Guo’er glared at Little Jia, apparently trying to stop him from eating, but Little Jia completely missed the point.
“This at is precious indeed, but also not so much.
You can try it, but don’t broadcast it when you go out.
Just rember the taste for yourself,” the disfigured man, who seed to spend most of his ti at ho studying gourt food, seldom going out to socialize, began to talk more.
“The aroma is very unique,” Han Fei picked up a piece of at and put it into his mouth, chewing slowly.
Savoring the at’s fragrance, he slowly closed his eyes.
Li Guo’er had wanted to stop Han Fei, but he was too quick.
Seeing Han Fei eating without issue, an envious Little Jia also took a piece.
He placed the at in his mouth, and that distinct aroma lingered between his lips and teeth.
“What kind of at is this?
It’s so fragrant!
None of the gay taste of lamb, nor the sourness of horse at.
Different from donkey, different from beef too, the layered sense of the fat is very pronounced, so tender!
So fragrant!”
Little Jia picked up another piece and started eating again, growing more and more addicted as if a voice in his head was incessantly urging him on.
“Hehe,” the disfigured man just laughed, not answering Little Jia’s question but turning his head to Li Guo’er, “Aren’t you going to have so?
This kind of rare at can’t be found anywhere else.”
“I am a vegetarian,” Li Guo’er patted Little Jia on the shoulder as if trying to calm him down, “Let’s talk about the recent disappearances of children in the neighborhood instead.
Kids can’t just vanish into thin air.
This at is so tender, it couldn’t possibly be those children in here, could it?”
Little Jia had been eating happily, but Li Guo’er’s words exploded in his ears like thunder.
Suddenly, he rembered sothing.
The disfigured man had said the at was prepared for his wife, but it seed that his wife was already dead, and that’s why he had conducted those terrible rituals.
In other words, the at he was now eating was seemingly prepared for “Ghosts.”
The at in his mouth was still fragrant, but Little Jia couldn’t swallow it any longer.
His face slowly turned purple, and his body completely stiffened.
“This at you’ve cooked is indeed delicious, but it’s not the flavor I’m looking for, or rather, it is far from the at I am familiar with,” Han Fei put down his chopsticks, and glanced at Little Jia, “Don’t worry, these thin slices of at are made from lamb, beef, and chicken mixed together in a certain proportion, not what you’re thinking.”
“Oh, I see,” Little Jia swallowed the at in his mouth, relieved.
But soon he seed to rember sothing else, and suddenly turned to look at Han Fei, his eyes wide open!
The disfigured man and Li Guo’er also realized sothing, and the three of them, besides Han Fei, simultaneously stepped back a little.
The atmosphere in the room instantly beca subtle, and all was dead quiet except for the sound of Han Fei’s index finger lightly tapping on the tabletop.
“Who exactly are you?” the disfigured man’s facial scars began to twist, and he pushed Little Jia, who had moved closer to him, away, a flicker of wariness passing through his eyes.
“Don’t drag into this, I don’t know anything!
Really!” Little Jia felt like vomiting, and he was very scared.
“Don’t be nervous.
Actually, it’s different from what you think.
I just really like eating at, that’s all.
I have never done anything taboo.
The special flavor I’m looking for isn’t that kind of at, either,” Han Fei said with disappointnt in his eyes, for he still hadn’t found the type of at he loved most, “Whom did you learn your cooking skills from?”
“Does that matter?” the disfigured man said after a mont of silence, “A woman taught .
She was very adept at preparing various kinds of at.”
“Where is she now?”
“Disappeared.”
“The Marrying Ghosts and Soul-summoning ritual you conducted at ho, was it to call her back?” Han Fei hadn’t forgotten his fundantal purpose for coming.
“No, I just wanted to call back my wife.
This set of rituals, and the happenings in this Haunted House, were all told to by the woman who taught cooking,” the disfigured man also realized so issues, “Do you know that woman?”
“What’s her na?”
“I don’t know her na.
I only know she seed to be looking for soone in this city.
The mont she found that person would be her ti of death, but she still wanted to find that person.”
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