Being stared at by a few big eyes is already terrible.
What's more, big eyes floating on the blood-red soup.
At this moment, Zheng Qing felt that his physical discomfort had spread to his psychological discomfort. He didn't need a mirror, so he knew that his expression must have become very ferocious.
"I've paid."
Fatty Xin noticed the urge to escape by the male witch beside him, and reminded him: "Don't look at me with that look. Mr. Shangguan Congwen mentioned that there are three realms of foodies - the lowest level, obsessed with color, fragrance and taste; the medium, returning to nature, only focusing on the satisfaction of taste buds; the highest, going further, in addition to satisfying color, fragrance and taste, you also need to seek psychological and soul impact - do you still remember the feeling of spicy flavour in your mouth when you first ate chili pepper? What you feel now is the aftermath of the bursting of sheep eye juice in your soul."
"Eating shit can also make your soul feel a similar sensation of explosion." Dr. Xiao, who had been holding a small bowl and observing the floating eyes of the sheep, suddenly inserted a mouthful.
As soon as these words were spoken, Zheng Qing felt enlightened.
That's right, he just realized that Fatty Xin's remarks about "Three Realms of Foodies" just now had a taste of describing eating shit to a fresh and refined level.
But before he could put down the small bowl in his hand, Dr. Xiao Da, who had just proposed the "Shit Eat Theory", commented on his vaguely singularly on his sheep eye juice: "The tomato juice seems to have added a squeezing liquid of erectile edelixir, which tastes unexpectedly refreshing... Although the eyeballs have been pickled, they don't have much taste. It just bursts in your mouth when bitten... Well, the gel-like vitreous body in the eyeball fills the mouth, the taste is rich and special, and it is very worth a try."
Zheng Qing looked at the small bowl in his hand, then looked at the doctor who was still savoring the smell, and couldn't help asking, "Didn't you just say it's like eating shit?"
"No, I'm just expressing Xin's metaphor inappropriate." Xiao Xiao took out a beautiful handkerchief, wiped the corner of his mouth, and corrected it seriously.
Zheng Qing suspected that he ate those two eyeballs to show off his handkerchief that obviously belonged to the witch.
"Don't let it go... While it's fresh, it tastes the best!" The vendor standing behind the cart could not help but interrupt the chat between the young wizards and made a quick-eat gesture.
This made Zheng Qing feel a little embarrassed - he talked about words such as shit, urine, and fat sheep in front of the stall where others sell snacks, and somehow he didn't respect others very much - although the stall owner didn't seem to care, he had a gentle smile on his face.
"The meaning of life lies in constantly trying different unknowns." Fatty Xin also held a small bowl and persuaded him: "Dear the exact same taste day after day, what fun is there in life?"
"Why don't you eat?" Zheng Qing looked at the fat wizard suspiciously.
"Well...I'm waiting for the doctor's reaction."
Fatty Xin glanced at the still healthy short witch and blinked happily: "This is the North District. Although the boss used his best ingredients, God knows if there will be any side effects... and it seems a bit exaggerated to do toxicological reactions for a few sheep eyeballs, so it would be better if someone helps with the experiment... I didn't force you, you chose to eat it first."
In the last sentence, he said to Xiao Xiao, who had already come back to his senses.
Zheng Qing looked at Xin's eyes and suddenly realized that what he was wary of was not just a simple matter of eating a bad belly - after all, every year there are stories of wizards from other districts taking pills in the North District and finally being stripped naked and left on the street.
Although they have very little chance of attacking first university students in broad daylight, the fat wizard will never underestimate the temptation of his golden bean on the people of the North District.
Just like what many people say, in the North District, you can have no gold, but you can't be without vigilance.
Xiao Xiao held on to his glasses, and although his face turned slightly pale, his expression was as calm as ever: "I'm not a scumbag. How could anyone poison me for no reason?"
This sentence is purely a disaster.
Zheng Qing's face suddenly drooped.
"Don't scare yourself... I didn't know that I planned to eat this before pushing you over." The fat wizard was obviously happy to talk a few more words. While using a small spoon to stir the tomato juice in the bowl, he comforted Zheng Qing: "I randomly chose this food stall... Those children who want to poison you will never have such great ability."
"Then let's change it?" Zheng Qing glanced at him.
The fat wizard hesitated for a few seconds. Thinking of the scale of the captain's revenge, he finally smiled dryly, and did not talk, but quickly scooped up the sheep's eyeballs in his bowl and chewed them into his stomach.
Zheng Qing finally put down the small bowl in his hand, waved his hand to the stall owner, and signaled that he would not want it.
"There is no refund," the stall owner who sells sheep eye juice gestured, restrained the smile on his face, and said in a tough tone: "You have already served this bowl, but the money will not be no refund!"
"No need to retreat, no need to retreat." The boy waved his hands repeatedly, pulled the sleeves of his companions, and signaled them to leave quickly.
The three of them walked not far away. Zheng Qing turned around and saw that his bowl of sheep eye juice had been eaten clean by the stall owner. The fat wizard's slightly joking voice came from his ears.
"I never do bad things in my life, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." He shook his head, looking like a Taoist: "... I have done too much, and I am afraid of everything I do, I dare not eat good food, I dare not travel around, and I even dare to say a few more words to beautiful girls. What is the meaning of life?"
"At least, beautiful girls often talk to him." Xiao Xiao sneered and stabbed the fat wizard. Obviously, he had not forgotten the fact that he was passively a taster.
Zheng Qing didn't feel much regret when he heard the two of them quarrel.
He wasn't the kind of delicious person originally.
He didn't walk far again, and he suddenly slowed down.
“Something is not right.”
The captain of the Yusin Hunting Team muttered in a low voice, his pace getting slower and slower. As he spoke, his hand was already placed at his waist, holding the handle of the silver python, and gently swirling the nest.
"What are you going to get crazy!"
The fat wizard found another beef jerky covered with hot sauce, and was creaking and chewing. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes: "Didn't we just agree that we only eat delicious food on the way back today. Isn't it wrong?"
Before Zheng Qing could speak, Xiao Xiao on the other side reminded the fat man.
“Something is indeed wrong.”
The doctor lowered his voice and his lips moved slightly: "Don't you think the passers-by disappearing at a little faster... The magic flow around him is a bit weird."
Fatty Xin was just distracted by the delicious food, and a little distracted did not mean that he was asleep. With the warning from his two companions, he quickly realized the abnormality.