Wang Xiaomie's diary: I don't ask for much, just a bowl of spicy hotpot~
He couldn't see the contorted and distorted expression on Wen Fengjin's face when he lowered his head, with crimson blood vessels spreading onto the black pupils, nearly consuming his entire eye socket.
That old undead! How dare he deceive me! Why did my senior brother notice, why, why, why! My soul summoning was clearly flawless!
That old undead must have lied! Wen Fengjin bit his lip, suppressing his panting. If that old thing hadn't been dead for so long, he would have definitely tortured him to death!
"Well, I didn't mean anything by that..." Wang Xiaomie quickly put down her food and squatted beside, rubbing her hands, "I really didn't mean it. How can a big man like you still be a shou? Wait! You can't be a shou, it's impossible! Two young shou can't have a relationship!"
Wang Xiaomie's face changed drastically, showing an instant transformation from a moment ago, treating his kind with evident disdain.
Even though Wen Fengjin didn't understand what shou and gong were, he still guessed from Wang Xiaomie's words, lifting his head to say, "Mian Deng, you're overthinking it..."
That's good, that's good... You scared me to a cold sweat.
Wang Xiaomie cleared her throat, somewhat embarrassed, "As I said, if I leave the sacred tree, I might die, so I can't leave."
He had really become a 'charge for a minute, talk for two hours' kind of tree person now, having to recharge under the tree every time he leaves for a long time.
Now, he could only taste the flavor of the hotpot after rubbing with the big tree in advance, otherwise, eating a can of food would be like eating soil!
"Well, I don't have much attachment to the ground either, and you're sure I'm the one. If that's the case, then we'll live together and not be repelled by each other. If I truly recover my memory, we'll really be with each other. If one day you find that I'm not the person you're looking for, then we'll part ways."
"How about that?" Wang Xiaomie asked tentatively.
Wen Fengjin shook his head and said, "It won't be like that. I've said I am certain it's you."
Wang Xiaomie asked in puzzlement, "How can you be so sure?"
He didn't speak but instead stared silently at the fiery hotpot, clearly not wanting to explain why.
Wang Xiaomie was raised by his grandmother since childhood. When he was young, his parents neglected him, and other relatives would always say he was a burden to his grandmother. If he made any mistake, the teachers would say, "Oh, it's that child." How did his grandmother put it back then?
"Let's have dinner... you can be sure about this on your own." Wang Xiaomie drummed her can with chopsticks, smiling somewhat helplessly.
He sighed loudly and said, "Don't worry, from now on, we stand by each other, hey! I've never depended on anyone in my life!"
His grandmother didn't take care of him for more than two years, and Wang Xiaomie thought that he could still find someone in this life, oh no, find a rice dumpling to live with. Under his melancholy, there was more a subtle sense of fortune.
Compared to living a lonely life and dying alone, being trapped in an underground palace with company was too gentle.
The horrifying and eerie everyday life of two rice dumplings gathering to eat hot pot was something that Wang Xiaomie had never dared to hope for before.
So even if all of this was just a fantasy before dying, obtained through someone else's good luck, Wang Xiaomie would still grab onto this opportunity, until the day he had to let go . . .
Damn! Why was I feeling so sentimental?!
Wang Xiaomie cursed at himself in his heart and then continued to stuff himself with tendon, and even added a few chopsticks of food to Wen Fengjin's bowl.
"Eat quickly! I feel like the taste in my mouth has dulled a lot, for sure it's because we've been away from the sacred tree for too long and our taste buds are starting to go numb."
Wen Fengjin looked at the meat in the bowl and the unfamiliar yet familiar sight of the rice dumpling before him, feeling a bit dazed. He thought: How long has it been since the rice dumpling refused to give him warmth, refused to be close to him, how long has he endured these difficult days?
Now it was right beside him, approaching him with an unfamiliar yet familiar look.
Wen Fengjin picked up the piece of meat and put it in his mouth, feeling the long-lost warmth on his tongue. A relaxed smile slowly spread across his face, unlike his usual meticulous and picky smile.
It was the kind of emotion that people always inadvertently felt, warm and expressive . . .
"Mian Deng, as long as you don't let me down again in this life, I will definitely not let you down." Wen Fengjin put down his chopsticks and suddenly said.
Wang Xiaomie smiled and blinked, "You know, you have a habit. When you are happy, you call me Mian Deng, and when you are unhappy, you call me senior brother. So I guess our relationship in our past life might not be as perfect as you said. But it doesn't matter, you've waited for me for so long. I think even if I recover my memories, I would be willing to get to know you again and accept you."
Wen Fengjin looked at Wang Xiaomie's smile with a surprised and dazed expression. After a while, his smile widened, and he said gently, "Okay."
A big rice dumpling and an old undying fake rice dumpling, relying on the steaming hot pot, desperately experienced the taste of being loved from each other, and couldn't help but indulge in this taste . . .
Unconsciously, they had drawn closer in an intangible relationship.
Afterward, Wang Xiaomie expressed deep thanks to the tomb-raiding big brother who had sent the homemade hot pot base!
Sichuan hot pot is awesome!
Homemade hot pot base is awesome!
Wang Xiaomie: As the master of the tomb, I welcome all the tomb-raiding brothers to continue bringing in the base, and a fresh black donkey hoof will be given for free! Fengjin, say something!
Wen Fengjin: Welcome, welcome, we have lots of coins to give away (hee~ anyway, once you come in, you won't be able to leave).
The tomb-raiding brothers: . . . (I've been fooled by you! These two big rice dumplings are really bad!)
After they finished eating the hot pot, Wen Fengjin also washed the remaining clothes and then returned to the sacred tree.
Wang Xiaomie's arm had started to show vein marks, and his skin had turned pale. He clicked his tongue and said, "Charging for one minute, but I can talk for two hours. But it's not giving me even an extra second!"
Wang Xiaomie rolled up his sleeves and, hugging the prolifically blooming sacred tree, began his daily activity, or rather, tree-rubbing.
This thing was also miraculous, as when Wang Xiaomie approached the large tree, he could clearly feel a force entering his body from the point where the bark touched, giving life to his body that was about to decay.
After rubbing for five minutes, the fully charged Wang Xiaomie, having eaten and drunk his fill, lay down in the coffin. It was strange, before he opened up and chatted, the big guy next to him would definitely have had a wicked smile and came over to hug and cuddle him, but after he'd finished speaking his heart out, the big guy seemed bashful!
Lying stiff as a piece of wood, even placing his hands obediently on his stomach.
It seemed like today wasn't the day to take advantage of the situation, as Wang Xiaomie lay down in the coffin, regretfully pouting.
That's right! Whenever Wen Fengjin came over for a cuddle, Wang Xiaomie would appear expressionless on the surface, but in reality, he would secretly smirk every time, and pretended to resist while actually taking advantage. He would even use his claws to feel out Wen Fengjin, and had thoroughly explored his abdominal muscles!
Wang Xiaomie: That's right! I'm this kind of brat! What about it!
Shamelessly and confidently, Wang Xiaomie lay down in the coffin and fell asleep snoring against the hard jade pillow.