My Corpse is Bohemian

An Bu looked at Jian Ningxuan: "Let's go back?"

Wherever the oil cone passes, there must be dead bodies, and where there are dead bodies, there will be death.

Jian Ningxuan turned around and made a return gesture to the captain.

The captain shouted, turned the bow, and prepared to return.

An Bu packed up the fishing gear, walked to the other side of the deck, raised his head inadvertently, his eyes fixed, and he saw a faint dead air floating in the sea thirty or forty meters away. The dead air has not dissipated, indicating that someone has drowned there in the past two or three days, most likely fishermen who went out to sea to fish. The fishermen often go out to fish for forty or fifty days. If they go missing, it means death, and even the body is difficult to find.

An Bu asked the captain: "Are there many fishing boats going out to sea recently?"

"Not many. As far as I know, there are only two or three ships in our area, and none of them have returned. The longest one has been out for about 30 days." The captain replied casually.

An Bu didn't ask any more questions, just memorized the coordinates of this area.

Two hours later, several people returned to the dock smoothly.

"Hey, what happened over there?" The captain saw a search and rescue boat parked on the shore not far away. The crew on the boat was busy and seemed to be preparing to go to sea.

"Old Zhao, are you back?" a fisherman shouted at the captain, "Have you heard? Brother Jiu and their boat are missing."

"When did it happen?" the captain asked in surprise.

"The signal on the ship disappeared three days ago, and it is estimated that it has been missing for several days."

"Why did you only get the news today?"

"Probably something happened in the middle. The search and rescue ship is ready to be dispatched. I don't know if it can be found."

"Where did the signal disappear?"

The fisherman reported a coordinate and said, "We will also assist in the search and rescue later, are you going?"

"Go, let me prepare."

An Bu heard the coordinates reported by the fishermen, which was about a few dozen nautical miles away from where she found the dead air, but she wasn't sure if there was the fishing boat they were looking for, so she didn't speak rashly.

After settling with the captain, An Bu and Jian Ningxuan left together.

The two had a meal of grilled fish at the seaside restaurant, and it was past eight o'clock when they got home. An Bu brought the oil cone fish back together, and sure enough, he was going to use it to make the ingredients for today's dark dish.

Jian Ningxuan began to wonder whether to go out to avoid the limelight.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast starts on time. Tonight's live broadcast room was a lot more lively than yesterday, and the number of people rose from forty to over eighty.

An Bu changed his outfit again, his face was covered with colorful oil paint, his hair was tied behind his back, a dahlia was pinned to his ear, and he was wearing a beach dress, revealing a primitive and wild tropical style.

[Fuck, anchor, what's wrong with you? You were a Facebook master yesterday, how did you become a hot girl today? ! 】

[Anchor, do you dare to show your face once! 】

[Anchor, your outfit today makes me very appetizing, please keep it up. 】

An Bu: "Hello everyone, welcome to the live broadcast room of Dark Cooking, I'm the anchor 'Xiaohua'."

[I'm going, anchor, you clearly said yesterday that your name is "Little Black"! 】

[The name of the anchor was chosen temporarily. 】

[Change your outfit, just change your name? Anchor, you are really fresh and refined. 】

"Okay, without further ado, I'm going to start cooking." An Bu grabbed a snake-like sea fish from the water basin.

"This fish is called 'oil cone'. It has a ferocious personality, tenacious vitality, and has a good tooth. Look." An Bu brought the oil cone's head close to the camera. The two rows of fangs showed a cold light, and his body was smooth. The long tail kept twitching.

[Ah, ah, anchor, hurry to take it a little! I have a bad heart. 】

[Fuck, scared the baby to death! Anchor, where did you find this anti-human species? ! 】

【Don't tell me tonight's ingredients are it, I refuse! 】

[Anchor, you are actually a big boss in women's clothing! I don't believe you are a woman! ! 】

An Bu: "Didn't you say yesterday that my dark dishes are not up to the standard? Tonight I'll show you the ones that really meet the standard."

【Who said this? Stand up for me! 】

[Anchor, I was wrong! I still prefer the style of yesterday's cooking. 】

An Bu ignored their mourning, picked up the kitchen knife, and started to kill the fish with agility, as if he was a seasoned veteran.

[I dare to say that the anchor can become a dominant player in the vegetable market with just this skill in breaking the fish. 】

[Seriously seconded. 】

Anbu cleaned the fish, cut it into pieces, placed it in a small basin, added eggs, oil and cornstarch, then cut the ginger, garlic, and green onion into small pieces, opened the fire, put the pot, put the oil, and seven mature Add **** and garlic and stir fry for a while, add water, salt and spicy fish to boil, then put in the fish fillets, when the water is half boiled, the fish has basically tasted, and the heat begins to evaporate. In the brown soup, the dark yellow fish was tumbling. Anbu put it on a plate, sprinkled with cumin, poured a large amount of hot sauce, and finally poured a layer of boiling hot oil. Just listen to Zira. , a plate of red and brown fish fillets will be made.

The soup was sticky, the fish was mushy, mixed with red hot sauce, and there was a weird foam. It looked like a sticky swamp, and there might be a few clusters of ghost fires in the next second.

An Bu introduced: "This dish is called 'Blood and Blood', and everyone is welcome to taste it."

【I don’t want to taste it at all! ! 】

【vomit…】

【Is it a demon spirit? Someone is poisoning here late at night! 】

[Anchor, you have successfully made me lose my appetite. 】

[Sure enough, this is the beauty of dark cuisine. 】

[Tian Spicy, how can you make me look directly at the fish in the future? ! 】

An Bu continued: "Although the shape of the oil cone is a little shabby, its flesh is sticky and slippery, and it has beauty effects. Friends who like to find novels can try it."

【What, is there any beauty effect? 】

[As long as it tastes good, I can ignore its ugliness. 】

[As soon as you close your eyes, you can just stuff it directly into your mouth, and foodies have nothing to fear. 】

At this time, An Bu added: "By the way, there is one more thing that must be reminded. This kind of fish likes to eat dead corpses and carrion, and is often regarded as an ominous thing by fishermen. Wherever it passes, there are usually corpses. ."

【! ! 】

[Fuck, I almost fell for the anchor! Anchor, do you dare to say this first! 】

[Sorry, as a senior foodie, I am ashamed. I am incapable of accepting this kind of dark food. 】

[Across the screen, I can almost smell the rancid smell from this fish. 】

[Okay, tonight's supper is saved. Anchor, you must be a **** person sent by the weight loss god. 】

An Bu: "How's it going? Is the dark cuisine tonight qualified?"

【It is so qualified. 】

[I threw myself on the ground and sent a sports car. 】

[A cruiser, please accept it. 】

…

Various rewards came to Anbu one after another, and the number of fans also rose to 265.

"Okay, tonight's live broadcast is here..." An Bu was about to end the live broadcast when someone suddenly stopped her loudly.

[Wait, anchor, did you forget something? 】

[Yes, what did you forget! 】

An Bu: "Forgot what?"

【Tasting dishes! ! 】

[What about your boyfriend with a stomach ulcer? Wouldn't he try this domineering dark dish today? 】

[Yeah, if you don't give it to your boyfriend, do you plan to enjoy it yourself? If that's the case, then we'll see you live eating fish. 】

[The **** you make, you have to lick it all while kneeling! 】

【Yes! 】

An Bu raised his head to look at Jian Ningxuan with a black face.

[The anchor's boyfriend is indeed there, warrior, come on, use your steely stomach to conquer this plate of **** fish, brother is optimistic about you! 】

【Enjoy yourself, I will call you. 】

[Anchor, get your stomach medicine ready to avoid a tragedy. 】

An Bu picked up the bowl of fish and judo: "Dear, do you want to eat it?"

[Eat, eat, don't eat is not a man! 】

At this moment, a big hand appeared in the camera and took away the **** fish from An Bu's hand.

Everyone in the live broadcast room immediately climaxed, and madly brushed a wave of gifts for the peerless good boyfriend who was brave and had no "stomach".

"He's already eaten, and tonight's live broadcast ended successfully. If I break up tomorrow, remember to pay attention to the recent news of a drunken woman making trouble at the vegetable market."

An Bu exited the live broadcast room with a "hahaha" sound, and saw Jian Ningxuan put the dinner plate on the table with a look of disgust that he didn't dare to look directly at.

"Haha, don't force it." An Bu smiled, "Let go of your stomach."

However, Mr. Jian still decided to challenge his limit, picked up chopsticks, carefully picked up a piece of fish, and slowly put it into his mouth.

emmm... eh? Um! !

Then, An Bu watched helplessly as the cat master's whole body flashed red and fiery light, as if he was bathed in the setting sun.

It seems... like it?

An Bu was lying on the table, looking at him with a smile, the same color reflected in his eyes.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, the cat master cooked three bowls of rice accompanied by fish.

The promised weight loss was completely thrown out by him.

Anbu prepared hawthorn slices for him to digest food, and then went for a walk in the garden with him, came back for a bath, another harmonious life movement, and a lively cat the next day.

Turning on the computer, An Bu paid attention to the news of the search and rescue at sea. The missing fishing boat was not found.

An Bu thought about it for a while, and finally anonymously sent the coordinates to the captain's public contact number. Whether it was or not, it was necessary to confirm.

At this moment, Jian Ningxuan walked into the room and handed a note to An Bu, on which was written: What are you planning to cook tonight?

Anbu: "…"

What about her arrogant cat owner? Did you just fall into the darkness without any discipline?