My Corpse is Bohemian

According to the records in the diary, Anbu sent his new mobile phone number to the friends he had met in the past year, so as not to be regarded as a missing person by them. Immediately after the number was issued, I received a lot of messages, including greetings, worries, invitations... Although there were not many people, they were all very interested friends.

An Bu patiently replied, and it took an hour or two to appease the friends one by one. They take themselves to heart, and they forget them. For so many years, she has always tried her best to avoid establishing too deep relationships with others. Contacts are friends, parting with fate, white horses passing through gaps, birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can accompany her to the end.

Rubbing the ring on his hand, An Bu believed that when he made this decision, he must have thought carefully, and at the same time planned to tell him his identity. She would not marry him with this secret, otherwise it would be deceiving him.

But what should she say?

"Mr. Jian, what do you think of Binglian?", "Mr. Jian, I've actually been dead for more than 80 years, can you accept a dead person at such an age?", "Mr. Jian, if you have a Magical corpse girlfriend, don't you think it's very trendy?" "Mr. Jane, do you know why I'm not afraid of death? Because I was already dead."

Anbu: Hehe...

I always feel that it is very strange no matter what I say, and I still need a suitable opportunity. I can't make a surprise attack, so as not to irritate the fragile little heart of the cat owner.

"Step by step, it's time to eat." Jian Ningxuan's voice came from outside the door. Today he cooks and cooks the dishes from Anbu's cookbook.

An Bu came out of the room and saw Jian Ningxuan wearing a cat apron putting the food on the table.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table. With her color blindness, she can't tell whether the appearance is good or bad, but it smells okay.

An Bu helped Jian Ning Xuan serve the meal, and the two sat down together.

Jian Ningxuan looked at her with chopsticks up, as if waiting for her to praise her. Knowing that she can't taste it, he is confident in his own culinary fanaticism.

An Bu tasted every dish, saw Jian Ning looking at her eagerly, pretended not to understand what he meant, and greeted, "You can eat it too."

Jian Ningxuan lowered her eyes and started silently.

emmm... this dish has too much oil, it's too greasy! This dish is undercooked and undercooked! This dish... just two words, unpalatable!

Jian Ning's face was sinking like water, secretly glad that An Bu had no sense of taste, so he didn't have to suffer from such poisoning. Now he has to calmly eat up the food, so as not to let her see the flaws, so as not to affect her appetite.

Anbu, who shared his sense of taste: "..."

This kind of sharing is not always effective, only when Jian Ningxuan thinks it is particularly delicious or particularly unpalatable will he feel it.

Obviously, he was so disgusted with the dishes he cooked today that An Bu had an indescribable taste. Seeing him as if nothing had happened, I really couldn't bear to expose him.

An Bu smiled and said, "Mr. Jian, you've worked hard. I'll cook you a big meal tonight. What would you like to eat?"

Jian Ningxuan felt that she failed to cook and should not be rewarded: "Don't take care of me, just do what you like."

"But," An Bu propped his chin and looked at him with a smile, "I really want to take care of you."

The hair between Jian Ningxuan's forehead was slightly raised, and a faint brilliance flashed on her body.

"Then, let's go grocery shopping together at night." Jian Ningxuan has quickly made a menu for himself in his mind.

"Okay." An Bu replied with a smile.

"By the way." Jian Ningxuan said as if thinking of something, "Bubu, do you remember Molly? She is a little girl you rescued before. Her parents are missing. We are her temporary guardians."

After reading the diary, An Bu naturally knew about Molly and asked, "What happened to her?"

"We haven't contacted her for a long time. Would you like to take some time to visit her?"

An Bu nodded: "No problem." She had promised Molly to visit her every week, but she broke her promise.

The two discussed it and decided to go the day after tomorrow.

After dinner, Jian Ningxuan called Molly's nanny and asked her to tell Molly the news. The day after tomorrow happens to be the weekend, so I can take Molly out to play. Police have only been able to contact Molly's uncle and aunt, but they are mischievous and in debt, and have been disqualified from guardianship by the Child Protection Society. Other relatives have not yet been found, and Molly is now helpless and pitiful.

In the afternoon, An Bu and Jian Ningxuan went shopping together. In addition to buying ingredients, they also had to pick gifts for Molly.

Clothes, toys, school supplies, I bought a few sets, and I didn't choose too carefully. Anyway, I bought the most expensive one. Anbu plans to let her choose what she likes when she takes her out to play the day after tomorrow.

Walking into the snack area, Anbu found a snack called "zombie ramen". The packaging design with spicy eyes and the face pattern of a hungry ghost reminded her of the dark dishes mentioned in her diary. She has done live broadcasts of dark cooking before, and since she is very bored recently, why not do a few more episodes?

"Want to eat this?" Jian Ningxuan asked hesitantly while looking at the row of zombie noodles.

"No, I'll go home and make it myself." An Bu pushed the shopping cart towards the ingredients area.

do it yourself? What are you doing, zombie ramen?

Jian Ningxuan just took it as she said it casually and didn't take it to heart.

When he got home in the evening, An Bu said to Jian Ningxuan, "I'm going to start a live broadcast tonight. You help me get the ingredients, and I'll prepare it first."

Jian Ningxuan: "..." Live broadcast? Wouldn't it be dark cuisine again? Are you going to make a big meal for him?

Anbu's so-called preparation is naturally makeup.

After dozens of minutes, the door was opened, Jian Ningxuan looked up, and suddenly felt that her eyes had been seriously injured.

An Bu's face, half black and half white, lips half white and half black, with a blood red eye drawn between his forehead, in sharp contrast with the black and white, the hair is up high, in the shape of a drapery, the whole person looks like Like a weird hermaphrodite.

Jian Ningxuan was mentally prepared in advance, but she was still shocked by her honor.

"How is it? Isn't it very scary?" An Bu was quite proud.

Jian Ningxuan: "...Well."

"Okay, let's get started." An Bu installed the equipment, went to the video website, and entered his live broadcast room.

Not long after the live broadcast room opened, several water friends who were following her immediately ran in, aggressively preparing to ask the teacher for guilt, but when they saw that face, they were immediately stunned.

[Fuck, fuck, what did I see? 】

[Nima, my eyes can't breathe! 】

[Eyes can't breathe at all, and you were so frightened upstairs that you were blinded in both ears? 】

[Anchor, you have been missing for so long, have you gone to the underworld to find Black and White Impermanence to discuss makeup skills? 】

An Bu "Yin Yang" smiled strangely: "Hello everyone, I'm An Lao Zhe, 'An' is the resting 'An', 'Old' is the immortal 'Old', and 'Zi' is the 'corpse' of the corpse '."

[Hello old corpse, goodbye old corpse. 】

[An old corpse, which cemetery is your mansion in? I will visit during Qingming. 】

[Old corpse, how many years have you been practicing Gui Geng this year? 】

Rows of barrages came out, and the atmosphere was very hilarious.

When An Bu introduced himself, he could pay attention to Jian Ningxuan's expression. Seeing that there was no change in his face, he continued to say to the camera: "Okay, let's get down to business, today's dark dish is: oil pan hell."

[Just hearing the name makes me feel like my skin is open and fleshy. 】

[Will there be corpse poison in the cooking made by the old corpse? 】

[I just ordered a takeaway, considering whether to refund the order. 】

[In order to lose weight, I have to watch it even when I vomit! 】

Anbu heats oil in a hot pan, pours peppercorns and bean paste to fry red oil, add onion, **** and garlic, stir fry, add water to boil, add hot pot ingredients, refined salt, chicken essence, light soy sauce, then add eel and duck Blood, fat intestines, pork belly, chicken feet, keel, potatoes, and red peppers are boiled and poured into the basin. The soup is blood-red, and all kinds of flesh and blood float in the soup.

This process is quite ordinary, but the dish has not yet been completed. An Bu picked up a few boiled quail eggs, used a carving knife to shave off a layer of egg whites, exposing the protruding egg yolks, and then put them in a frying pan to fry for a while. Blow out cracks, like eyeballs, then take them out and throw them into the **** of a frying pan to add the finishing touch to this dish, and finally pour a layer of red oil, making a zilla sound, and the heat rises.

Done!

In the shot, a hot pot of oil pan **** is freshly baked. In the scalding soup, the bones are broken and claws are withered, the intestines are rotten, and the eyeballs are churning, as if countless ghosts are screaming in the blood pool.

【My flesh hurts...】

[As if seeing his own future. 】

[Therefore, it is said that people cannot do evil, otherwise they will fall into the hands of the old corpse, and they cannot live and die. 】

[It's hard to imagine what this pot of hodgepodge tastes like? 】

【At this time, should you let your boyfriend out? 】

【Seconded. 】

Jian Ningxuan leaned against the window, looked out the window sideways, and concentrated on admiring the night view outside the window, as if she didn't know what An Bu was doing.

An Bu smiled and said, "My boyfriend is looking at the scenery."

[Hehe, looking at the scenery, this is the usual way of pretending to be stupid. 】

[It seems that male friends do not often do bad things. I must have committed lewd crimes, and they will also go to **** in the future. 】

[There is no girlfriend on the cliff upstairs, other brothers, let’s meet in hell, and those who don’t come are single dogs. 】

[Okay, that's it. 】

[You should eat such a good thing while it's hot. If your boyfriend doesn't come, anchor, you might as well devote yourself to it. 】

An Bu stirred the pot a few times with a spoon, and her eyes flew. She picked up a small bowl, scooped a few spoons, and when she was about to test the poison, a big hand took the bowl over.

[Oh, oh, my boyfriend still feels distressed. 】

[I was caught off guard by a mouthful of dog food, which is still from hell. 】

[Drinking the soul-breaking soup of the old corpse, the flesh also fell, the heart was broken, and it would not hurt to go to hell. 】

[Good "corpse" upstairs. 】

An Bu: "This is the end of today's live broadcast, and we will make an appointment tomorrow."

[Wait, we are still waiting for the feedback from our boyfriends! ! ! 】

Ignoring their protests, Anbu decisively shut down the live broadcast.

Seeing Jian Ning looking at the food in the bowl like an enemy, An Bu asked, "If I really die, are you willing to go to **** with me?"

When Jian Ningxuan heard the words, he smothered the bowl of "hell" without hesitation.

That night, Jian Ningxuan drank four or five bowls of sour plum soup and enjoyed the service of rubbing the belly of the old corpse for half an hour before coming back to life.

Mr. Jane is not good at spicy food...