I didn’t feel much before entering the house. The outside air was circulating, and the humidity accounted for a large part of my sense of smell. One of the only two windows in the house was closed, and the other had a small crack open for ventilation. Generally speaking,

Environmental occlusion.

Food should be delicious and tempting.

But the people present didn’t think so.

"Do it." Wen Jianyuan greeted, pointing to a few chairs beside a round table, "Taotao, please sit next to your aunt. Who is better at drinking? Sit with me?"

As he said that, the middle-aged man picked up two bottles of wine from the ground and put them on the table, as if he was going to drink from them.

"Wen Tao" subconsciously wanted to refuse for others, but the short-haired police officer behind her stopped her.

"I'll do it." Xia Chengyin shook his head invisibly, then sat next to Wen Jianyuan, "I'll drink with you."

There is a saying: the wine table culture is a bad civilization.

Next to sit down was Gao Tianyi.

The young man blinked his glasses twice and sat next to his brother Xia. Like a naughty brother teasing his brother, he quietly reached into Xia Chengyin's pocket to touch his cell phone.

Of course, Xia Chengyin reached out and slapped him. The middle-aged male couple over there also gave him some advice, saying that boys of this age are just a little lively.

"Yeah, yeah, you have to take good care of it." Xia Chengyin responded.

Only those standing at the back who had not yet sat down could see that Gao Tianyi held a triangular piece of yellow paper between his fingertips and stuffed it into Xia Chengyin's pocket in the name of touching his cell phone.

Tang Nuo sat down next, followed by Bai Su, "Wen Tao" and her aunt next to each other, and a round table was just arranged.

After sitting down, the smell of fish got closer.

This is an all-fish feast.

You can see the shadow of fish in every dish, and the middle ones are mainly fish. The cooking skills are very good. The fried fish is crispy and golden, the steamed fish is refreshing and translucent, and the grilled fish is tender and juicy. From the table

The wafting aroma will tempt people to pick up the chopsticks, pick up the thinly sliced ​​meat, and put it into their mouths drizzled with sauce.

However, everything on the plate is sea fish.

They are in the mountains and eat sea fish.

In fact, from the geographical point of view of the village, it is not difficult to get to the seaside. The map tells people that as long as they jump down the cliff behind the village and drop hundreds of meters vertically, if they are lucky, they can follow the water and flow into the sea.
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But if you want to go there normally, the mountain road is very winding, and it will take you half a day to get there, let alone the time to return.

The kind-hearted woman recommended this: "The fish was just caught not long ago and was still alive before being cooked. It is absolutely fresh. Try it quickly."

"Aunt...is this the same thing?"

"Wen Tao" took her chopsticks and pointed to a plate of salt-grilled saury very close to her. The fish with crispy yellow skin lay there slenderly, with its eyes facing her.

The middle-aged woman still nodded and replied without feeling anything wrong: "Yes, it was still alive and kicking when I was handling it. If you want to eat it, remember to squeeze in the lemon juice on the side."

"Wen Tao" licked her chopsticks twice but did not eat.

"If you want to see it, I will take you to the backyard to see it later. There are still a few in the tank." The middle-aged woman continued, but no one moved her chopsticks. Her eyes couldn't help but look strange, "Why?

...Don’t you want to eat?”

The middle-aged men who were still pouring wine and the middle-aged women who were smiling at them now raised their heads and looked at them with serious eyes.

Along with the fish, the fish on the plate seemed to come to life. The dead fish eyes turned around and turned to the other people sitting there.

——Being stared at, being watched.

Those who had not yet moved their chopsticks broke into cold sweat and their hands froze on the table.

To clamp or not to clamp, to eat or not to eat, this is a question of death.

At this scene, if you say that the food on the table is harmless, the eight-year-old child - the little girl they sent back in front will not believe it.

No one knows what the consequences will be if you eat it, so the best choice is not to eat it.

But if you don't want to eat... someone tried to put down his chopsticks. As soon as his hand moved, the eyes of the couple were glued to his hand.

His eyes were wet and seemed sticky and muddy.

The human brain works quickly.

It's okay for one person to say that fish is a taboo, but three or four people don't? No, if you tell me this excuse... will the couple fall out?

Anyway, give it a try first.

The short-haired police officer coughed twice, and while continuing to brainstorm, he wanted to speak, but before he could speak, someone moved first.

The black-haired young man had no ability to read the air. He stretched his arm forward and hit the table with his elbow, which made a sound, attracting the attention of the couple.

Then his chopsticks stretched straight towards the food on the table. Before humans could stop him, he picked up a large chopstick and put it into his mouth.

To be honest, apart from the wrong origin of this fish, it still tastes pretty good.

Baisu chewed twice and his eyes lit up.

"It's delicious." There was only one voice on the table. Bai Su picked up one chopstick after another and said while chewing, "This... lousy fish fillet? It's cooked well."

The fish fillets are white, the gravy is golden, the color is attractive, and the smell is salty.

Seeing someone eating with chopsticks, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed. The expression of the middle-aged woman in charge of cooking changed, thinking that someone appreciated her craftsmanship, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Yeah, is it delicious? If it's delicious, eat more. This mullet is so fat."

The middle-aged woman laughed and served Bai Su some food.

"Eat, eat more, eat more fish."

Bai Su narrowed his eyes and responded, continuing to talk to the middle-aged woman: "Then tell me about these dishes. I didn't eat fish much before, so I can't recognize them."

"Easy to say, easy to say." The middle-aged woman smiled kindly.

The black-haired young man welcomes all comers. He eats very quickly and has no part in spitting out the bones, which makes people very worried about his throat.

The middle-aged woman asked a few questions with concern, so Bai Su spit out the fish bones several times instead.

In fact, compared to spitting out the bones, Bai Su still felt that swallowing them all was more convenient for digestion, but in order to conform to human habits, he made changes.

Not long after, the plates on the table were half empty.

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It seemed that it was already too late for the others to stop them. Seeing that one of the couple's attention was drawn away, the Cuntou police officer changed the subject and began to persuade Wen Jianyuan to drink. You drank one glass at a time and I drank one glass at a time.

After three rounds of drinking, the middle-aged man was very drunk. On the contrary, Xia Chengyin was fine at all. There was only a slight blush on his face, which did not look like he was drunk.

Except for Bai Su, no one on the entire table had actually used chopsticks. The other people were picking up the rice in their bowls, lowering their heads, and occasionally making eye contact.

Qi Zhuyue: Is it okay to eat Baisu like this?

Gao Tianyi: Should...? Is this how much food anchors eat? It's shocking.

Tang Nuo: Let’s go back for a checkup... But we have to thank him.

Thanks to Bai Su for taking care of the whole table of fish and not letting anyone else eat this slightly unpleasant food.

Humans didn't eat much food. They barely ate until they were three-thirds full, and spent the rest of the time observing in secret.

Observe Wen Jianyuan and his wife, and also observe Bai Su.

One of the couple was drunk and talking nonsense. The middle-aged man is a typical type who starts to feel sleepy after being drunk, so he would not go crazy with alcohol. The other one had a kind face, and he really liked to eat the food he cooked.

She even extended an invitation and asked people if they wanted to go to the backyard to see the fish, and she welcomed them to come back and eat later.

As for Baisu... The black-haired young man was eating enthusiastically, clearing one plate and moving on to the next with a hearty smile on his face and eyes. There was no change in appearance, especially his cheeks.

In fact, there are still changes.

Unknown to humans, the fish meat slipped from the throat into the stomach, and was quickly digested in the monster's substandard organs, turning into a ball of cold energy. The energy instantly hit the surrounding organs.

Normally, the cold energy will be integrated into the human body and bring some bad changes to the person.

Physically, physically, mentally.

However, this energy rushed into an inhuman body, and it didn't even have a chance to wreak havoc before it was swallowed up by organs that were essentially balls of white catkins.

On the outside, the black-haired young man groaned.

Facing the middle-aged woman's concerned gaze, Bai Su said, "It seems like a fish bone is stuck."

The middle-aged woman quickly said: "Take a big mouthful of rice quickly, and the small fish bones should be able to be pressed down."

Bai Su responded with his mouth closed, and then, as the middle-aged woman wished, he took a big mouthful of rice.

The fish bones seemed to be squeezed and swallowed. The black-haired young man cleared his throat and showed an expression of being saved.

There were no other problems after that, except that at the end of dinner, the middle-aged woman showed a slightly troubled look.

She realized belatedly that the entire table of food seemed to have gone into Bai Su's stomach, while the others at the table ate some rice and at most a few bites of fish side dishes.

"Are you... holding on?" the middle-aged woman asked, "Taotao, you guys don't seem to have eaten much, are you still hungry?"

The others shook their heads repeatedly, indicating that they were full and did not need another meal, while the black-haired young man stood up from his chair, showing off his flat belly.

There was no ups and downs. Even the members of the special department who were companions could not help but start thinking about where the food they ate went, and even worried a little whether it was the fish...
To be continued...