2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Are you really...sure you want to eat?" Ye Buyu asked.

Yan Muyun turned around and grinned: "I have 'died' once. At that time, in addition to feeling sorry for my family, I also had a regret in my mind. There are many interesting things in the world, but I haven't tried them yet. .So, you only have one life, and I decided not to have any regrets!”

"It would be a pity to eat this thing!" Wei Min complained.

Yan Taki didn't speak, just watched this scene silently.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood this "elder".

Looking back now, Yan Muyun seems to have accepted everything very quickly. The drastic changes in the world, the departure of his parents, the development of science and technology, his own superpowers, monsters running rampant everywhere... When facing strange things, he never seems to be confused or hesitant, but absorbs water like a sponge. Generally, accept and adapt to all unknowns quickly.

On the surface, he looks like a lifeless salted fish, taking one step at a time when others push him. But in fact, even if he was thrown directly into a completely unfamiliar environment, he would probably be able to adapt quickly and survive.

"Forget it, I still can't get over this hurdle." Yan Muyun put down Xiaoyu with a painful expression.

Yan Long: "?"

Wei Min felt lucky: "It seems that your kid's head is not completely broken."

"He hasn't given up yet." Ye Buyu smiled emotionlessly.

Yan Muyun put the little fish down, but on the chopping board.

He picked up a knife in his right hand and cut off the fish's head, scales and sections. It was impossible for someone who hadn't killed fish at RT-Mart for ten years to do this with such skill.

Even the old man was stunned. He let out an exclamation in his mouth and couldn't help but applaud.

Yan Muyun picked up a piece of glistening fish meat with the tip of his knife and smiled proudly: "Look, what's the difference between this and Japanese sashimi?"

Wei Min touched his chin: "It seems like this is not unacceptable?"

"Want a piece?" Yan Muyun pushed the knife forward.

"No!" Wei Min gritted his teeth and refused.

"And you?"

Ye Buyu silently took two steps back.

"And you?"

Just as Yan Long waved his hand to refuse, he heard Yan Muyun smile and say, "You really don't want to eat, just like your father."

"What?" Yan Long didn't expect that his father would be involved here.

Yan Muyun shook the knife, and the transparent fish meat swayed up and down: "Your father has been picky about food since he was a child, and he is also unwilling to try anything that is slightly beyond his cognition and tolerance. He doesn't dare to play escape rooms, he doesn't dare Watching horror movies. Fried silkworm chrysalis is obviously a classic delicacy in Henan. It is very fragrant and has no strange smell, but he has never tasted even one. I remember one time when my mother...that is, your grandma, I don’t know where. I got a can of fried scorpions and said they were very filling. Although I was a little timid at first, I could eat the second one without changing my expression. But your dad, hahaha, he didn’t even dare to pick it up. ...Well, what are you doing?”

While Yan Muyun was speaking, the small piece of fish meat on the tip of the knife had already reached Yan Long's hand.

Without saying much, Yan Taki put the fish meat into the dipping dish, dipped it, and then put it into his mouth expressionlessly.

The three people present were silent and looked at him quietly.

After chewing twice, Yan Long's facial muscles were obviously a little out of control.

But he quickly closed his eyes, chewed hard a few more times, and actually swallowed it.

"How's it going?" Yan Muyun opened a bottle of water and handed it over.

Yan Long took the water, drank half the bottle, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said lightly: "It's very sour, slightly bitter, and a little fishy."

"Well, it seems it's not unacceptable." Yan Muyun nodded slightly.

Wei Min was heartbroken: "How can you bear to let your nephew be a guinea pig?"

"You're really not human." Ye Buyu agreed.

"He wants to eat for himself, it's none of my business." Yan Muyun expressed his innocence.

Yan Long: "..."

"If I say I don't want to eat now, are you going to sever ties with me on the spot? Hahahaha." Yan Muyun laughed and patted his simple nephew on the shoulder, feeling a little gloating: "You have to be like this When your dad studies, he means he won’t do anything if he doesn’t want to do it. No matter how I provoke him and ridicule him, he never takes the bait.”

Yan Long didn't speak, just slapped his hand away and walked aside silently.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, finally picked up a piece of fish from the chopping board, rinsed it in a dipping saucer and put it in his mouth.

The first feeling in the mouth is sourness, with bitterness mixed in with the sourness. Although the fishy smell is surprisingly not as strong as expected, but combined with the sticky and slippery texture of raw fish meat, an unprecedented taste impact hits Tianling Gai, making people endure it. I kept rolling my eyes.

Yan Muyun didn't dare to neglect. He raised his head and finished the remaining half of the bottle of water. Then he calmed down and said, "This smell... is really strong."

Just when he wanted to continue to encourage Wei Min to give it a try, the sound of children laughing and noisy suddenly came from not far away. Deep in the alley, a dozen children of various heights were running and jumping, surrounded by a thin brown-haired white young man with a gentle smile and walking forward.

"Hey, there are so many children." Wei Min sighed: "It's not easy to worry when such a group of people make noise."

At this moment, the old man behind the stall suddenly muttered a lot of South Vietnamese and pointed at the group of children in the distance with an expression of pride and joy.

"What are you talking about?" Yan Muyun, who had just regained his composure, was a little confused.

Ye Buyu lowered his head and looked at his phone: "It's too long and the translation hasn't been finished yet."

At this moment, the door of the small courtyard behind the stall was pushed open, and a dark and thin middle-aged man walked out. He spoke in Chinese with an accent and said with a smile: "My dad said, that is nearby. A welfare school where his granddaughter, my daughter, graduated.”

After speaking, he took the lead in saying hello: "I am his son, and I just saw you at home."

"Hello, hello." Yan Muyun replied politely.

"Look, this is my daughter. She graduated at the age of 14 and went to school in the Democratic Republic of the Confederation, and it was all free." This South Vietnamese uncle was obviously very proud of his daughter and took out his mobile phone to show the photos to several people.

The little girl with light brown skin in the photo is smiling shyly, her big eyes are curved into crescent moons, and there are two small pear dimples swirling at the corners of her mouth. She is very cute.

Yan Muyun was a little surprised: "14 years old? Are you going to study abroad alone? Is it okay for you to be so young?"

"No problem, someone will take care of her. We just had a video call yesterday. She is doing well. These are the photos she took there." Uncle Nanyue smiled and swiped the phone screen twice to tell his daughter about her recent trip abroad. Show them the photo: "She's very beautiful. Her grades are always among the top ten in the class."

"Tsk, tsk." Looking at the photo, Yan Muyun felt a little envious: "What kind of school is that? Is the treatment so good?"

"San Roman, it used to be an orphanage, but five years ago, Teacher Shannon came and opened a school there to teach English and mathematics. Children around here can also go, so we will go too." The uncle was talking to them, and at this time, next to him The uncle suddenly muttered something, and he replied in South Vietnamese. Then he just nodded and sat back on the chair.

"Shannon, Shannon? A teacher in my university seems to be called this too. This name is quite rare when translated into Chinese..." Yan Muyun touched his chin.

"Saint Roman, okay." Uncle Nanyue gave a thumbs up: "There are only five places every year, and they are sent abroad to study. Although the children are far away and cannot go home, we can also find jobs locally after graduation. In the past, in the American Federation. My daughter can definitely do it."

"That's for sure. The little girl went out on her own at such a young age, so she must be very capable." Wei Min agreed with a thumbs up.

At this moment, Yan Muyun suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone missing around him. He walked around in a circle and asked, "Eh? Where is Ye Buyu?"

"Just left with the group of children." Yan Long pointed to the alley in the distance with an expressionless face.