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Chapter 341: quirky bisque
After the soup was ready, Old Phil didn't even ask any questions, he directly brought a bowl of weird thick soup to Barrett, "What's the matter with you this time, stinky cat? I don't remember asking my nephew to look for it. I've passed you." "The town has been quiet recently, and the butterflies and bees have returned to their nests. It was just a few rascals sneaking into my house, but I broke their heads with tomatoes. Blood It was all over the place, and of course, probably tomato juice."
After he finished speaking, he poured himself another bowl of thick soup, cut a few slices of dried whole-wheat bread, and sat across from Barrett, "Hurry up and drink, the cat that caught the butterfly, there are a lot of things in it. It was specially added for you, especially the 'hourglass' part." He pointed with a spoon to the black cat lying in the middle of the dining table, taking a nap.
Barrett looked at the colorful 'ingredients' floating in the milky white soup, reached out and patted his stomach, smiling politely, "Well, actually, I was full before I came, and I was very full! This, Maybe I can't get enough of this thick soup you gave me. I'm sure it must taste good, but..."
"Soup? What soup?" Old Phil was a little puzzled, "Who gave you soup?"
"Isn't this soup?" Barrett looked at the wooden bowl with abstract patterns in front of him.
"Oh, yours isn't soup, mine is soup." Old Phil took a sip of the liquid in his bowl, smack his mouth a few times, and muttered to himself, "It's a little weak, why is it How is this? Strange." The old man frowned, thinking very distressed.
It's just that the salt is too little, why don't you just add some more? Barrett resisted the urge to shout the words.
"Aren't the things in your bowl different from mine? Didn't they all come from the same pot?" he asked.
Although Barrett knew that the old man in front of him was not very nervous, and it was likely that he just said a meaningless gibberish, he always wanted to seek the weird answer under the weird logic.
"It is indeed in the same pot, but the soup in front of me..." The old man said slowly, "What is in front of you is the potion."
"Potion?" Barrett was completely confused, "Why should I drink the potion? I'm in good health." After so many days of restful rest and beneficial exercise, he really felt that he was in a good state, and then he went to the negative energy plane. It's okay to hang around for a month or two.
"This bowl of 'potion' is to protect you from being hurt by the scale powder of the butterfly." Old Phil explained, "A butterfly has noticed you, and it has been staring at you with its big eyes, so you have to be careful. !"
Is this some strange nonsense again? To be honest, Barrett didn't quite understand it.
Better hurry up and deliver your stuff and leave. He took out the can of air-dried little devil heart from the space ring, put it on the dining table, and pushed it towards Old Phil.
At this moment, the black cat 'Hourglass' woke up in a moment from its lazy nap. It turned to look at the jar of hearts, then looked up at Barrit, then got up and approached, fiddling with the ceramics in front of it with its paws. jar.
"This is what I gave it to..." Barrett didn't know who to give it to. A cat, still a human, "Given to you..."
"hope?"
"Gift!"
Old Phil pouted, stood up and muttered to himself, "I'm really looking forward to the 'hope' in it. No one has given me this thing since I was three years old."
He opened the jar and looked inside, "Oh? It's not a 'hope', but this kind of gift is not bad, 'Hourglass' must be very happy, it's been a long time since it has eaten something so delicious! Since... ..., forget it, it's been a long time anyway." Old Phil licked the fork in his hand that had pierced the bread, put it into the jar, and forked out a small dark brown air-dried heart.
"You can only eat one a day!" Old Phil put his heart in front of the black cat and said solemnly, "After eating it, there will be no more, unless we ask our kind cat to catch some more."
"These things are just things I happened to get when I took risks, I didn't grab them with my own hands." Grab? Barrett thought the verb was a bit odd, but then again, the old man's words weren't odd.
The black cat was lying on the dining table, with its two front paws encircling the air-dried little devil's heart, tilted its head and bit it bit by bit like eating dried fish, and made a pleasant 'purring' sound like a normal cat. ..
"I hope that one day when it eats my face, I can be as happy as this time." Old Phil sighed inexplicably. He subconsciously licked the fork in his hand again, and his whole body trembled violently.
But before Barrett could react, the nearly 100-year-old man sat back in his chair casually as if nothing had happened, and continued to drink the "thick soup" in front of him.
"Hurry up and drink it, when it's cold... it's not hot anymore." Old Phil said.
Isn't this nonsense?
"Trust me, you must drink it all up, it's good for you." The old man's expression became more solemn, "When you go to the butterfly's territory one day, the surrounding space is full of butterfly scales. It will keep you safe and sound under the scaly dust."
"Maybe I won't go?" Barret tentatively scooped up a spoonful of the thick soup and put it under his nose to smell it, "Is there any medicine that will make the elves feel good about me, I will go to the elves' territory after a while. ."
"Elves? What are elves?" Old Phil asked curiously~lightnovelpub.net~ is the kind with long ears..."
"rabbit?"
"……,……,right."
"Rabbits are nothing to be afraid of, they won't hurt us. But butterflies can!" Old Phil once again signaled Barry Express to drink quickly, "Do you want me to sing for you before you can drink it? To be honest, I really know a lot. Beautiful song."
He put down the cutlery and thought seriously, "There are songs about the great trout, there are songs about the love of tomatoes and potatoes, oh, this song is a bit dirty, but you and I are adults, so there is no problem. My favorite song is about a winter melon named Brandon, how he overcomes all odds and finally drinks beer. I just don't know why he wants to drink beer so much, can't milk? However, the tune of this song is still very beautiful." Old Phil hummed with great interest.
So, Barrett began to drink the strange thick soup in the wooden bowl in front of him, and he drank it quite quickly, sip after sip, even sweating all over his body.
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