Chapter 46

Chapter 46

"Xiao Yuan Ge, Run Sheng, I think I must be seeing things, otherwise how could I see two people sitting on Zhou Yong's doorstep?"

Tan Wenbin rubbed his eyes forcefully, then continued looking.

The more he looked, the more he hunched his body, and he shrank further back, silently shielding Run Sheng in front of him.

It still didn't seem enough, and he thought about shrinking further behind the boy.

When he lowered his head, he found the boy was looking at him.

Feeling the unease and embarrassment of being caught red-handed, Tan Wenbin immediately puffed out his chest and took small steps forward. He finally stood back to back with Run Sheng, but his calves were still shaking.

He did have a relatively strong tolerance for things like corpses, after all, he had family training, but his family training wasn't in metaphysics.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't speak. After glancing at Tan Wenbin, he picked up the compass again.

The compass showed everything was normal, without even a little traction.

Although there was a distance, it wasn't to the point of having no reaction at all. This was because while feng shui acupoints could be incredibly complex and ever-changing, they could also be simple. Where evil spirits stood was where a yin and evil position was.

The village chief came over. He dismounted and asked, "Run Sheng Hou, still haven't found him?"

Run Sheng looked towards Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan said softly, "Soon."

Run Sheng immediately replied, "We already have a clue. It will be soon, Village Chief, don't worry."

"Really?" The village chief breathed a sigh of relief. "Then quickly find him and fish him up. Don't scare anyone else anymore. Those few in the village who saw him were scared and got fever and have been on IVs in the clinic for the past two days."

Li Zhuiyuan said, "Zhou Yong."

Run Sheng asked, "Village Chief, where did Zhou Yong go?"

"Yong Hou? Yong Hou should be watching people play cards now. What happened?"

"He's still playing cards?"

"He likes to stand and watch others play. He doesn't join the game himself."

"Oh, I see."

"Farm work always finishes eventually, and helping people set nets and fish in the river isn't something you do every day. When he's free, Yong Hou goes to watch people play cards. People, no matter how hard life is, have to find some fun for themselves. Who wants to be sad every day?"

"Mhm, that's true."

"It's just Yong Hou... how to say, nobody really likes him."

"I heard he donated a bridge?"

"Mhm, he donated that bridge. Originally, there wasn't much need to build a bridge there, and not many people walked there. But he insisted on donating and building it, saying it was to accumulate virtue and pray for his wife and child.

I really couldn't persuade him. So the village pooled some money, added to his, and built that bridge. Maybe after the roads are repaired, more people will walk on that bridge.

I don't understand why he did this."

"It's right not to understand. Yong Hou is a good person, and his popularity in the village is not bad. But ever since his wife and child got sick, he's become a bit mystical. Except for when he's watching cards, he can be quiet. Other times, if you talk to him for a few more sentences, he'll lead you to that ghostly nonsense. I don't know which family's soul-losing soup he drank.

Logically, donating money to build a bridge is a good thing. But I advised him at the time. I said, 'Yong Hou, either use this money to tear down your old house and rebuild a brick-and-tile house, or buy some good food, drink, and clothes for your wife and child. Our village doesn't lack a bridge, but your home urgently needs this money to live more comfortably.'

Hey, he just wouldn't listen. He said if the village didn't agree to build it, he'd find a construction team himself. Run Sheng Hou, tell me, what else could I do?

I've been having a headache about this these days. Before, I kindly helped his family apply for low-income status and some subsidies. Now that he's donated money to build a bridge, good heavens, it's put me on the spot.

Damn it... alas, let's not talk about it. Run Sheng Hou, tell me when you fish him up. When you're done, I'll set up a small dinner for you and your grandpa at my house. The village will give you a red envelope."

"Mhm, you go ahead, Village Chief."

After the village chief left, the mother and daughter pair were still on the small dam.

Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward and walked towards Zhou Yong's house. He wanted to verify his guess.

Seeing the situation, Run Sheng naturally walked in front of Xiao Yuan again.

Tan Wenbin was stunned for a few seconds. He still lowered his head halfway and quickly followed. Although he didn't dare to continue walking side by side with Run Sheng, at least he was walking in front of Xiao Yuan. It was just that his legs were still shaking.

As they got closer, the mother and daughter on the small dam became clearer.

The woman was sitting on a stool, and the girl was nestled in her arms. The mother and daughter were chatting and laughing, looking very warm.

Tan Wenbin started to sweat coldly. He would quickly lift his head to look from time to time, and then immediately lower his head after looking.

In his mind, all he could see was the girl curled up in the rice jar and the woman lying inside the cotton batting.

When they were almost at the door of the house, Li Zhuiyuan stopped.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan stopped.

"Binbin Ge, keep walking forward."

"Ah? Okay."

Tan Wenbin hugged his arms, head down, and continued walking forward. When he reached the front of the dam, he stopped, looked at the house, and found it was empty. The mother and daughter from earlier had also disappeared.

"No one..." Tan Wenbin turned around, showing a very puzzled expression.

Li Zhuiyuan waved at him, signaling him to come back. Tan Wenbin sprinted back.

He looked towards the dam again, and hey, that mother and daughter pair had unexpectedly reappeared there.

"This..."

"Run Sheng Ge, walk forward."

"Okay."

Run Sheng walked forward. He walked to the position where Binbin had stopped earlier, turned his head, and looked towards the dam.

Standing behind Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin, they saw Run Sheng awkwardly raise his hand and wave towards the dam.

"Run Sheng can see?"

"Mhm, because Run Sheng Ge is from this village."

"It can still be like this?"

"Because he doesn't want others to know that his wife and child are already dead."

"He, is he referring to Zhou Yong?"

"Mhm."

"But, Xiao Yuan Ge, since his wife and child are here, who is that floating in the river?"

"Probably Zhou Yong."

"Ah? But the village chief just said Zhou Yong was watching cards?"

"Dead people still move?"

"Dead people go ashore to watch villagers play cards? This is too absurd, isn't it?"

"Didn't you just eat something that was dead? Do you remember the plate of white charred shrimp on the table? You ate the most."

"I... I didn't know that."

Run Sheng walked back and said, "Just now, they waved hello to me."

"Mhm."

Run Sheng took out the Yellow River shovel from the sack and asked, "Do I need to smash it?"

"No need. Actually, there's nothing there."

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the well on the dam covered with a large bamboo hat. It was a mirage.

He couldn't help but think what he would do if he were to arrange it himself. At least, he wouldn't arrange something so low-level. At most, he would set up a miasma to lead people passing by outside inside.

Like dropping dumplings, leading them one by one into the well.

Li Zhuiyuan took a breath and reached out to pat his forehead. Alas, Wei Zhengdao, you're really not a good person.

"Let's go, Run Sheng Ge. Let's go find Zhou Yong."

Run Sheng scratched his head. "But I don't know which hall Zhou Yong is watching cards in."

"Let's just go to the biggest one. Even if he's not there, it'll be easy to ask people. Mhm, the one where we won money last time."

The three of them walked along the village road and soon arrived at that hall.

Short fat Zhou Fabao was standing at the edge of the dam, with his back to the road. He took out his bird, humming a song while fertilizing his small vegetable garden.

He turned his head and saw three people coming towards him. He subconsciously sped up the process of arranging guests.

But after looking carefully, he realized it was Run Sheng, and looking at the boy again, it was the one from last time.

Zhou Fabao shivered in fear and quickly threw the bird away.

"Ah, you guys are...?"

Since they were already on the dam, Zhou Fabao couldn't not welcome them, but he stood there, halfway blocking the way.

Last time, these two people came to play cards at his place, and his table was smashed to pieces, and the cups and ashtrays were shattered all over the floor.

Although they compensated him very uprightly, he was doing this kind of business that wasn't very visible, so he was afraid of making a big fuss. He didn't dare to let these two people play cards at his place again.

Run Sheng asked, "We're not here to play cards. We're here to find someone. Is Zhou Yong here?"

"Yong Hou?" Zhou Fabao smiled. "He didn't come to my place today. He should be watching people play cards at someone else's place."

"Oh." Run Sheng looked towards Li Zhuiyuan. "Xiao Yuan, Zhou Yong isn't here."

"The boss is lying."

Zhou Fabao: "..."

When he came to play poker last time, Li Zhuiyuan remembered the facial features and details of everyone at the card table because the boss would come to serve tea and collect the happy money and was considered half a person at the table. So Zhou Fabao's facial features were also 'recorded' by Li Zhuiyuan.

Although he wasn't at the card table now, Li Zhuiyuan could still tell the boss was 'bluffing' because his micro-expressions didn't match the 'card type'.

Run Sheng turned back to look at Zhou Fabao and asked again with emphasis, "Is Zhou Yong here or not?"

Zhou Fabao quickly waved his hand and at the same time showed an extremely wronged expression. "Really not. What would I lie to you all for? What benefit is there for me?"

Li Zhuiyuan was just planning to remind Run Sheng to recall the scenes in the movie where they threaten people, but Tan Wenbin was faster.

He had a leather wallet. He took it out, opened it, and took out a family photo. All the men in it except him were wearing police uniforms.

He placed the photo in front of Zhou Fabao and asked, "Speak! Is Zhou Yong here or not!"

Zhou Fabao swallowed with some difficulty. "He is."

"We need to find him for something."

Saying that, Tan Wenbin walked directly inside, bumping into Zhou Fabao's shoulder. Zhou Fabao immediately avoided him.

Run Sheng sighed in his heart. Indeed, Xiao Yuan was right. Mixing with the underworld has no future.

Inside the house, seven or eight gambling tables were in progress, and the scene was very lively.

Tan Wenbin walked in, one hand on his waist, his gaze sharp. For a moment, it was as if his dad had descended and possessed him.

His line of sight swept over everyone in the room, one circle, two circles, three circles...

Finally, he couldn't keep it up.

Because he didn't know what Zhou Yong looked like.

After Li Zhuiyuan and Run Sheng came in, half the people inside stopped playing cards and looked over. Some people who didn't know immediately asked the people next to them, and after knowing who they were, they all looked over.

That eerie poker player, no one here hadn't heard of him. The big guys had already decided that wherever this kid sat, they would immediately leave the table.

Li Zhuiyuan asked Zhou Fabao, "Where is Zhou Yong?"

"Yong Hou... he was just here. Where is he now? Maybe he went back to eat. He's a relative of mine. When he's free and comes to watch cards at my place, he also helps boil water and pour tea. I'll also treat him to a meal."

Zhou Fabao brought the three people to the back. There were several old people sitting there drinking tea and chatting.

Zhou Fabao asked, "Aunt, where's Yong Hou?"

"Yong Hou? We just saw him here. We don't know where he went now."

Zhou Fabao turned around and said helplessly, "I'm really not deceiving you. I really don't know where he went now. What do you want to find him for? Does he owe money?"

"No, we just want to find him and ask about someone. Sorry, boss, we disturbed your business. We'll leave."

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the hall onto the road.

Run Sheng rubbed his nose and said, "Xiao Yuan, it's strange. I didn't smell anything dead inside just now."

"That's not strange. Some dead spirits have special abilities and can separate their spirit and body. Remember the cat-faced old lady from last time?"

"Cat-faced old lady?" Tan Wenbin showed a surprised expression. "Did I miss something important by coming late?"

Run Sheng's eyes showed solemnity. "If that's the case, Xiao Yuan, this Zhou Yong will be relatively difficult to deal with."

Tan Wenbin excitedly rubbed his hands and nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's relatively tricky."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head. "It's not necessarily about fighting. He's not harming the villagers now. He's just like going swimming in the river and going home with his dead wife and child. We have no reason to go against him.

We just need to remind him not to scare living people openly and ask who taught him these methods. That's all.

Essentially, we can coexist with him."

"Ah? Can we still coexist?" Tan Wenbin was puzzled. "Shouldn't good and evil not coexist, and humans and ghosts not share the same space? Shouldn't we suppress and kill him?"

"Binbin Ge, that would be very tiring."

"Um..."

Just like that little yellow warbler, after she got her revenge, she no longer continued to harm people. Grandpa just treated it as if she didn't exist and didn't even think about continuing to deal with her.

"Then... where do we find Zhou Yong now? Should we go to his home or the riverside again?"

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, looked at the rice field in front, and said,

"Maybe he's just standing there now, staring at us."

Even if he was deliberately hiding from him, Li Zhuiyuan didn't panic. He had ways to force him out to talk.

But before that, he needed to solve another matter, which was that the sky was about to get dark.

Li Zhuiyuan touched his pocket, took out some money, and handed it to Run Sheng. "Run Sheng Ge, go buy some more high-proof white wine and cooked dishes. We should have dinner."

When they returned to Mountain Grandpa's house, the two old people were sitting shoulder to shoulder in the courtyard, smoking and chatting.

"Sanjiang Hou, the most difficult thing in my life is knowing you."

"Mountain Cannon, you're the one who gambled away your fortune. Don't put the blame on my head."

"Heh, I might not put it on your head."

"Yes, yes, yes, you pour it into your mouth."

"Capital household registration... I heard that taking the university entrance exam in the Capital..."

"Mountain Cannon, if you mention this again, I'll pick you up and throw you into your neighbor's porcelain jar to re-pickle you."

"Pah, you old thing are always so shameless."

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin returned, and the two old people immediately asked about the situation.

"Great grandpa, the approximate location has been found, and we also caught it with a net. But it's too late now, so Run Sheng Ge plans to go fishing again tomorrow when the sun is out."

"Look, look, it's all found. See, Run Sheng is making much more progress following me than following you, right?"

Immediately after, Li Sanjiang nodded to Xiao Yuan. "That's right. It's for this reason. It's best not to do things at night. It's easy to have accidents. Sometimes, an originally ordinary dead spirit might move at night."

Run Sheng bought back the wine and dishes. The two old people certainly wanted to drink a few mouthfuls.

Plus, with Tan Wenbin, who had been given the task of livening up the dinner table atmosphere, the two old people drank very happily.

For the first five cups, Li Sanjiang still said it was getting late and he wanted to take Xiao Yuan Hou home. After five cups, he and Mountain Grandpa were both drunk and passed out on the table.

Run Sheng moved his grandpa and Li grandpa to bed, covered their stomachs with quilts, and placed the chamber pot by the bedside for their convenience at night.

After doing this, the three of them repacked their things and came to the riverside.

The atmosphere at night was indeed very different from the daytime. Li Zhuiyuan also knew that his great grandpa was right, but it didn't matter because Zhou Yong could not only run but also find time to go ashore to watch cards.

They walked to the bridge, and Run Sheng waded into the water, released the seven-star hook, threw it upward, and it hooked a nail. Then he started pulling down with force.

After continuously pulling out three nails, Run Sheng stopped. He put away the seven-star hook and took out the Yellow River shovel, gripping it in his hand. Not long after, the temperature of the river surface dropped.

Even Li Zhuiyuan, standing by the river, felt the evening wind blowing here, wrapped in chill.

Run Sheng began to steady his breathing, concentrating and guarding.

Movement finally appeared.

About ten meters in front of Run Sheng, a person's back slowly floated up on the river surface.

Tan Wenbin held Li Zhuiyuan's Yellow River shovel in his right hand and kept poking Li Zhuiyuan's back with his left hand.

Dead spirit, dead spirit, dead spirit!

Heaven, Dad, your son did it! I finally saw a dead spirit!

Li Zhuiyuan turned back and looked at him with some helplessness. Binbin's face was both excited and nervous, as if he was about to faint the next second.

This couldn't help but make Li Zhuiyuan think of those hysterical fans in the Worker's Stadium concert who saw their idols.

On the river surface, the back began to gradually flip up.

Soon, the person's face was exposed. It was a very pale face, as if a layer of putty had been applied. It was sticky white and kept dripping down its chin.

When it opened its eyes, streams of white thick liquid overflowed from the corners of its eyes, completely covering its pupils.

Li Zhuiyuan took out two yellow papers and folded them into a bundle.

But Tan Wenbin beside him was already frozen.

"Zhuangzhuang!"

"Ai!"

Almost by conditioned reflex, Tan Wenbin immediately took out matches, struck a fire, and helped Li Zhuiyuan light the yellow papers.

Li Zhuiyuan waved the burning yellow papers in his hand and softly chanted in his mouth. Finally, he inserted the half-burned yellow papers into a foot bowl containing yellow wine.

Tan Wenbin then lit the surrounding pre-arranged small candles one by one.

The placement of each candle was carefully calculated, and the altar arrangement was even more unchangeable. The three nails were pulled out, but not all of them were pulled. There was still room for maneuver.

This action sought to give a slap first and then a sweet date.

If you can talk, then we'll talk. If not, leaving here will sooner or later make you crazy and become a harm, and then we can only have a hard confrontation.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the wine bowl and sprinkled it towards the river surface.

Then he stretched out his left arm for Tan Wenbin to support him, closed his eyes, and sought a state of half-sleep and half-awake to walk yin.

Many incantations were actually useful, including his great grandpa's muttering and tongue twister. But the purpose of these incantations was to 'communicate'.

But what way is better than directly walking yin?

When you can directly use a formula, there's no need to go through the process step by step painstakingly.

"We have no malice. We're just here to talk to you. One is to ask you not to openly disturb living people, and the other is to ask you who taught you how to arrange this.

If you cooperate, we'll nail the nails back for you, and we'll each go our own way on the yin and yang roads. If you don't cooperate, we'll have nowhere to go later tonight."

When Li Zhuiyuan handed his arm to him, Tan Wenbin had been silently counting down in his heart. Finally, he finished counting and immediately shook the boy forcefully.

Li Zhuiyuan was forcefully awakened, breaking the shallow yin-walking state he was in earlier. This was a layer of insurance he set for himself.

Although he had already learned how to control dead spirits, he was just a beginner. He wasn't confident enough to use it now.

His head was a bit dizzy and a bit painful. This was a symptom of being forcefully awakened by external force while walking yin. Fortunately, he had experienced headaches that felt like his head was about to split open at A Li's place before, so this felt like nothing now.

The words had been delivered. Next, it was up to Zhou Yong how to choose.

Zhou Yong slowly turned around, with his back to everyone, and then slowly moved forward in the river.

"Binbin Ge, don't you want to go back?"

"No, impossible. I want to protect you."

"Oh, you chose it yourself. Don't regret it."

"How could I regret it? I won't!"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the arrangement on the ground and signaled Tan Wenbin to pack up. Then he followed along the shore, and Run Sheng walked in the river.

Tan Wenbin extinguished all the candles with both hands and feet, then put the bowls, dishes, and other miscellaneous things into a sack. He then quickly carried the things and followed. He didn't want to miss another chance.

Fortunately, Run Sheng was in the river, and Xiao Yuan was his brother. There was no way he would tie himself up and throw him into the reed marsh.

After walking for a while, Zhou Yong went ashore.

It seemed he was walking towards his home.

Li Zhuiyuan pulled Run Sheng's back, signaling him to slow down. When their three people's pace slowed down, Zhou Yong, who was walking in front, also slowed down. He was waiting.

He wanted the three of them to lead him home.

After understanding his meaning, Li Zhuiyuan patted Run Sheng's back, and the three of them returned to their normal speed.

They came to the small dam at Zhou Yong's house again, and the three of them stopped. Zhou Yong was standing at the door of the house.

"Dong... dong... dong..."

He was lightly knocking on the door with his head.

Not long after, a light came on inside the house.

Through the thick crack in the door, they could see someone appearing inside the door, followed by a string of crisp unlocking sounds.

"Zhi ya..."

The door of the house was opened.

Standing inside was Zhou Yong's wife.

The woman stood there quietly.

During the day, they saw her lying inside the cotton batting under the mat.

Now, although it was night, with the help of the light inside the house, they discovered that not only her eyes, nostrils, ears, but even the seams of her nails were growing cotton batting like wild grass.

It was as if this cotton batting wasn't stuck to her body but was growing out of her body.

The woman made way, and Zhou Yong walked in.

The woman continued to stand at the edge of the door, not closing it, as if waiting for guests to enter.

Run Sheng looked towards Li Zhuiyuan, and Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

They were just here to talk. Since the person had already led them to the door of his house, there was no reason not to go in.

As soon as Run Sheng entered the house, he looked to the right and then his body trembled, obviously startled.

This was the first time Li Zhuiyuan had seen Run Sheng show such an expression in this kind of scene. He also walked into the house and looked to the right.

The girl was already out of the rice jar. She was standing there, as if welcoming her dad back.

The girl's eyes were wide open, filled with densely packed rice grains.

At the same time, on the girl's exposed arms, legs, hands, and feet, there were also embedded rice grains.

These white rice grains kept falling, but the fallen part didn't seem to decrease, as if rice grains were growing out of the pores of the girl's body one by one.

Looking at this scene made Li Zhuiyuan's breathing pause.

The last one to enter was Tan Wenbin. He was lagging behind because he was packing things, and it was night. He consciously protected Xiao Yuan, with Run Sheng in front and him in the back.

After entering, Tan Wenbin also looked to the right, immediately opened his mouth, and before he screamed out of voice, he put his hand into his mouth and bit down fiercely.

This was a real bite, even biting out blood. There was no other way. At this time, intense fear had made him unable to feel pain.

Zhou Yong walked to the dining table and sat down.

The dining table was old, with many boards nailed on to repair it. As for the chairs, they were also somewhat rough and uneven.

However, since the ground was soil, it was already pitted, so a flat chair also had no meaning.

Li Zhuiyuan sat down opposite Zhou Yong, Run Sheng sat on his left, and Tan Wenbin sat on his right.

The woman and the girl then went to the kitchen.

Soon, the sound of bellows being pulled and the collision of a wok and spatula came from the kitchen.

But from the kitchen door, there was no firelight or cooking heat.

Zhou Yong, sitting on the chair, had his head lowered.

"Drip drop drip drop drip drop..."

It was the sound of pus constantly dripping from the corners of his eyes.

Because the pitted mud ground made it easier to accumulate small puddles, soon a clearer "drip do" sound came from below.

Li Zhuiyuan handed his hand to Run Sheng, and Run Sheng understood and gripped it.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and tried to walk yin again.

Liu Yumei had once reminded him that walking yin too much was not good for people and made it easy to get lost. He was also aware of this, but he couldn't change it. It was like advising a smoker to quit smoking or a drunkard to quit drinking. They heard it, but they still smoked and drank.

Li Zhuiyuan succeeded in walking yin because when he looked up again, he found that Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin, who were originally sitting on either side of him, were gone.

But Zhou Yong was still sitting there motionless with his head lowered, not speaking, not reacting, not indicating anything.

The only dynamic change that appeared was that in the kitchen, he could see firelight and heat, and he could still hear the "zi la zi la" sound of oil frying.

The worldly qi of the underworld is most intimidating to ordinary hearts.

Li Zhuiyuan vaguely guessed that something bad was very likely to happen next.

He waited for a while longer, but Zhou Yong still didn't speak. That meant Zhou Yong didn't plan to communicate now.

He seemed to be waiting for a process, a very simple hospitable custom:

If you want to talk about something, eat first.

An intense pain came from his palm. Li Zhuiyuan knew that Run Sheng was pinching him. He closed his eyes, sought the feeling of floating, and when he opened them again, he was back in reality.

He withdrew his hand from Run Sheng's and lightly rubbed it to ease the pain. This was also a signal to Run Sheng that he was back.

He looked at Tan Wenbin on his right again, only to see that he was sitting straighter than straight. If nothing unexpected happened, he had never sat so upright in class before.

At this time, the expected development appeared.

The woman came over, holding two plates of dishes.

Both plates were meat, but they didn't know what kind of meat dishes they were made of. Li Zhuiyuan saw fur and tails on them.

The woman returned to the house and brought out two more plates of vegetarian dishes. The vegetarian dishes were not green, but a bit like stir-fried tender bamboo shoots. If you looked carefully, you could still see forks.

All adults have eaten meals at home and have the experience of eating their mom's long hair in the dishes.

But here, it was cotton batting growing out of the woman's body, drifting into the dishes, and being stir-fried into this shape.

Li Zhuiyuan started to miss the cat-faced old lady's longevity banquet. Although the dishes weren't really tasty, at least they looked good.

These four plates of dishes in front of him were already terrifying just from their appearance.

Even Run Sheng, at this moment, frowned. One should know that Run Sheng's requirements for food were very low, but no matter how low, there were still some requirements.

Tan Wenbin, on the other hand, stared with wide eyes, his gaze constantly patrolling the four plates of dishes.

The woman brought out the rice bowls, four large bowls and four small bowls, and four pairs of chopsticks.

The large bowls were full of rice, all raw. It was probably scooped directly from that rice jar.

The four small bowls were for wine bowls, but this wine was black, and in each bowl, there was a black, earthworm-like thing wriggling.

After distributing the large bowls and chopsticks to everyone, the woman went to the kitchen again. There should still be more delicacies.

The girl stayed here, putting her fingers in her mouth.

Zhou Yong lowered his head, looking at his daughter.

The girl also raised her head, looking at her dad.

Run Sheng didn't understand, and Tan Wenbin had a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what the father and daughter were communicating about.

Li Zhuiyuan understood.

He stood up and said with a smile, "Let the child eat at the table too. It doesn't matter."

Run Sheng: "That's right, let's eat at the table together."

Tan Wenbin: "Right, right, right, let's eat together."

The girl walked towards the edge of the table while sucking her fingers.

The boy noticed that she seemed to want to walk towards him.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately pointed to Tan Wenbin's side: "Come, little sister, sit with this handsome big brother."

Tan Wenbin: "..."

The girl paused for a bit and then sat down on the bench next to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin only felt a chill from the back of his head to his tailbone.

Zhou Yong raised his chopsticks and pointed to a plate of dishes.

Li Zhuiyuan, Run Sheng, and Tan Wenbin also raised their chopsticks and pointed to the dishes together.

The silent performance was like a mime, yet each could mentally supplement the dialogue that should match each action.

Zhou Yong picked up a chopstick, put it in his mouth, chewed, and then continued to point to the dishes.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up a chopstick and put it in Binbin's bowl.

Tan Wenbin picked up the dishes from his bowl and put them into the mouth of the girl sitting next to him. The girl opened her mouth and ate.

He felt he was really too smart, coping so ingeniously.

However, Zhou Yong personally picked up another chopstick of dishes, put it in Tan Wenbin's bowl, and then looked at the girl. The girl lowered her head, seemingly reproached for being sensible.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan and Run Sheng for help, only to find that both avoided his gaze.

There was no other way. Zhou Yong's enthusiastic 'gaze' in front of him formed a huge pressure.

Tan Wenbin could only pick up the chopsticks and clip the dishes from his bowl. When they were almost at his mouth, he suddenly realized that these chopsticks were the ones he had just used to feed the girl and were stained with her saliva.

If he was eating normally, he wouldn't mind this. He wasn't that delicate.

But the problem was, this girl's appearance... he had to share a pair of chopsticks with her?

Zhou Yong opened his hand and lifted it a little.

Tan Wenbin smiled uglier than he cried and put the dishes into his mouth with tears, chewing.

Zhou Yong was satisfied.

The four wine bowls were originally in front of him. He picked up a wine bowl and handed it to his guests, first to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, pointed to himself, and then compared his height, saying, "Uncle, I'm still a child and can't drink."

Zhou Yong nodded, then handed the wine bowl to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin could only take it and place it in front of him. He would absolutely not drink this thing!

But the next moment,

Zhou Yong picked up his own wine bowl and clinked it with the wine bowl in front of Tan Wenbin.

Immediately after, Zhou Yong raised his wine cup and drank it in one gulp.

Then he turned the wine bowl upside down and pointed.

Tan Wenbin took a deep breath. When he reached out to pick up the wine bowl, he quickly pinched his little finger and thumb together, pinching the long earthworm in the wine bowl and flicking it out.

Okay, drink it. Let's do it!

He raised the wine bowl and was about to drink it in one gulp when Zhou Yong snatched the wine bowl away.

Tan Wenbin was delighted. Yes, he was also a child, a high school student. His brain was very important, so he couldn't drink.

Who knew that Zhou Yong would turn the wine bowl upside down in his palm and shake it a bit? When he took his hand away, there were more than ten earthworms crawling around in the bowl.

Zhou Yong pushed the wine bowl to Tan Wenbin and stretched out his palm, patting his chest.

Tan Wenbin: "..."