This aroma is too exciting, domineering and nonexistent, it is simply hooked He Qing can't stop. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She approached the kitchen lightly, lest her movements be too wanton and disturb the feeling.

But the closer she got to the kitchen, the more she felt that something wasn't quite right.

The aroma was very tempting at first, yes, but the closer He Qing got to the kitchen, the more congested his heart became. It was as if a sour sensation rolled from the bottom of her stomach, and her chest began to feel tight, and then she had to take a deep breath to suppress the sudden faint feeling of gagging.

However, this is clearly to quench thirst.

The closer her body was to the kitchen, the more enticing the aroma became, but the stronger the aroma, the more uncomfortable she became. The whole person seems to be divided into two halves, on one side is the salivating feeling lured by the aroma, and on the other hand, the desire to be nauseated by the strong stench, and the heart is becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Before she reached the kitchen door, she had already covered her mouth and retched silently twice. After all, the little meal I ate at noon had already been consumed in this toss, and I really wanted to vomit something at the moment, but it was more comfortable!

He Qing smiled faintly: Is this the opposite of the extreme?...... It's really not a happy life, it's so fragrant, but she wants to vomit when she smells it.

Thinking of this, she quietly pushed open the kitchen door.

At this time, it was neither early nor late, but there was such a fragrant smell, it was definitely not that the village chief was merciful and prepared to give her a good meal in the evening. Nine times out of ten, he felt sorry for his son, thinking that Feng Cheng didn't have enough to eat at noon, so he secretly opened a small stove...... However, this small stove is inevitably too unusual!

He Qing couldn't help but be curious this time, just to see what kind of good thing could make her greedy like this when she was full of spiritual power and naturally had a resistance to this kind of attractive thing......

However, when I opened the kitchen door, I saw the village chief standing there, smiling and watching Feng Cheng holding a bowl of porridge and drinking it slowly.

He was sitting in a wheelchair at this time, and he seemed to cherish this bowl of carefully boiled porridge, half of his pale cheeks reflected the red stove, and the whole person seemed to become more transparent.

However, in He Qing's eyes, this small kitchen at this time is far from what normal people see.

When she entered the kitchen, she noticed that the aroma seemed to be stronger. The whole person seemed to be trapped in the soft air, and he didn't know what day it was.

But at the same time, the feeling of a strong fragrance mixed with a foul smell became more and more intense. He Qing was in the middle of it, almost unable to breathe.

In the dimly lit room, except for the glow of the firelight reflected from the stove, the whole room was filled with reddish-brown bloody gas, and there were bursts of resentment in the air for no reason, and on the beams of the room hung pieces of dried meat the size of a palm, dark and light, reddish-brown and brown, obviously not prepared by the same batch.

The curious expression on He Qing's face froze in the bowl of red and white porridge in Feng Cheng's hand at this moment.

The bowl of seemingly inconspicuous meat porridge was magnified in her eyes, and every pale pink meat grain that floated and fell seemed to turn into a baby's ignorant smiling face, accompanied by the steaming heat of the white porridge, which made her eyes sour and almost unable to see the present.

In the haze of smoke, Feng Cheng calmly and slowly put down the dishes and chopsticks, and did not forget to wipe the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief on the side.

Looking at this action alone, he seems to be a well-cultivated aristocratic son, not in a hurry. However, how great the charm he showed, how much cool air surged in He Qing's heart!

Feng Cheng looked at the door with an indifferent expression, and his expression was the same as at noon: "A-Qing is back...... Isn't it delicious? Would you like to eat a bowl of it?"

He Qing shook his head, and his brain went blank.

She looked at the father and son who were calm, and asked in a difficult voice, "Uncle Feng...... You, do you know what you're eating?"

-- Actually, you don't even need to ask that.

Just looking at the dense, palm-sized little jerky hanging above the heads of the two, He Qing already had the answer in his heart. At this moment, I will ask more, but I am not willing to give up.

The corners of the village chief's lips squirmed twice, and he looked at his child, but finally did not speak. On the contrary, Feng Chengluo was generous, as if he didn't care at all. He smiled slightly: "Ah Qing doesn't think it's fragrant? Ordinary people actually don't smell so fragrant at all, the more unusual the body, the more opportunities there are." What do you do when you ask so much? We usually eat eggs, and it doesn't matter which hen lays them...... Come, eat a bowl. ”

As he spoke, he stirred the spoon in the clay pot, stirring the red and white rice grains and meat grains, and the aroma surging in the air became more and more intense.

"Don't move!"

He Qing finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly.

"You obviously know it in your heart, right? Uncle Feng, I don't understand, why is this!"

"Why, why do you say?!"

The village chief was full of anger, and said angrily: "I still don't have a good time to eat, and I am talking about what -- this mountain is poor! In the past few years, I have not been allowed to go out of the mountain casually, Ah Cheng is not in good health, and he needs nutrition and tonic regularly, what's wrong with eating some meat? I haven't eaten yours!"

He didn't mean to let He Qing taste it again, he quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and muttered: "You still make a fuss about eating meat, isn't it a little special, you can take care of any meat, it's okay to be idle......"

This kind of thing can be said!

He Qing glared angrily at the village chief - she had thought that in this poor mountain village, even if there was no richer life, even if everyone's moral bottom line had been reduced to the lowest, but, after all, they were still human. Despite ignorance, despite stubbornness, despite all the faults...... But the tiger poison still doesn't eat children, and those who don't have a girl are all heavy in their hearts. But the fifty-eight skeletons she just picked up have been around for almost twenty years, and among them, aren't there any relatives of the village chief?!

No, that's not right......

It is impossible for someone who eats human flesh to be so grandiose and arrogant......

He Qing looked at Feng Cheng and felt more and more distressed: "Uncle Feng, you actually didn't tell Uncle Feng at all, what kind of meat did you eat?"

Feng Cheng folded a brand-new blanket on his knees slowly, and said casually: "Why do you need to say anything more to him, after all, this thing is my body, and it may not be good for him to eat it." ”

He made a filial appearance: "My father is old, and he wants me to be well, and nothing else matters." ”

The village chief nodded hurriedly on the side and agreed: "Yes, yes, yes, it doesn't matter......!

He couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this vole meat......?