Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 185
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Under the temporary colorful plastic shed.

Chen Chuanwang sat at a large round table half asleep and half awake, squinting at the mourning hall in the room.

Another old man passed away, and his relationship with Chen Chuanwang was inseparable. He had hardly seen this person before, but early in the morning, his grandfather dragged him over.

"This is your grandson? Are you this old? Are you in high school?"

"All my grandchildren have graduated from college."

"College student, that's amazing. What's your job now?"

"At home, I seem to be doing something on the computer. I don't understand."

"...That's true, the grandson of the old four's family is also, it seems to be doing some kind of live broadcast, a lot of money a month, the children now are not like us, they must go to work at that time, there are many ways to make money."

Went to bed late yesterday, Chen Chuanwang was really sleepy, so he just lay down on the round table and squinted.

However, with the noise around and the roar of firecrackers outside, he really couldn't sleep, so he could barely make his eyes feel better.

In a daze, it was time to eat, and the temperature gradually rose. Even though there was a plastic shed for shade, but there were so many people and there was no wind, it was really hot.

When Chen Chuanwang opened his eyes, he was already drenched in sweat.

At this time, some uncles who looked about 50 or [-] years old originally had several large electric fans, plugged in the power strips, and blew on Chen Chuanwang and his group of guests.

"time to eat."

Someone yelled.

Immediately, the crowd moved lively, calling for friends and beckoning.

In this family, Chen Chuanwang really didn't know anyone, but he had seen a few, but they were all old men and old ladies whom he saw at other funerals a long time ago, so he didn't have much impression.

Chen Chuanwang sat down next to his grandfather and poured drinks with himself and his grandfather.

"Hey, how do you drink? No alcohol? Have something white?"

A gray-haired but vigorous old man shouted dissatisfied with Chen Chuanwang's grandfather: "We will not have many chances to meet each other in the future. This is one time. It is impossible not to drink today."

When he spoke, his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Okay, then I'll drink with you." Grandpa nodded and agreed, then took out a clean disposable cup and poured half a glass of white wine.

Chen Chuanwang suddenly remembered that grandpa didn't drive today, but came by his electric car. He must have thought of drinking a bar today.

A few old men can't drink much, but they really talk a lot, from the younger generation to the father's generation, from now to decades ago, from the death of this person to the death of that person.

In short, it gave Chen Chuanwang a free and easy feeling.

"The red meat is here."

Chen Chuanwang's grandfather, on Baishi's dining table, likes the red knife meat.

Red Knife Pork is actually braised pork, but it must be made at home. The meat on this table is fat and thin, and the slices are like knives.

Chen Chuanwang believes that the reason why braised pork is called red knife pork at this time is probably because it has something to do with its appearance.

The things stewed in a large pot have a lot of soup, and it is sweet and greasy after one bite.

But the older generation likes to eat some heavy-tasting dishes when they get older. Chen Chuanwang's grandfather ate three pieces in a row, and his mouth was full of oil.

Chen Chuanwang's table, no matter how you say it, is the master who can eat.

When a plate of food comes up, it turns around, and it is basically finished. Compared with the tables next to it, this table is more like a banquet.

"Stop drinking, eat."

Grandpa Chen Chuanwang immediately shouted: "Awang, go, give your uncle some food."

"Hey, no need."

"What's the point, it's troublesome for you to go out, Awang, go get some rice, remember to make soup."

Chen Chuanwang stood up silently, took the empty bowl, walked to the back, filled a small bowl of rice, and then walked to the soup place.

Because there were too many people, the soup was directly served in a large aluminum pot. Chen Chuanwang didn't care, and the people who came to eat didn't care.

After pouring a spoonful of soup over the rice, Chen Chuanwang sent it to the old man.

At this table, Chen Chuanwang's seniority was the youngest, and with his grandpa's good face, Chen Chuanwang ran back and forth.

After eating, Chen Chuanwang had nothing to do, so he walked around by himself.

"Xiao Hei, come to eat."

Hearing the familiar name, Chen Chuanwang instinctively turned his head and looked over. A little girl was holding a bowl and was feeding a big black cat.

The fur on the black cat's body is no longer shiny, and there are still some white hairs on its lips and neck. It is obviously an old cat.

Chen Chuanwang watched silently.

This little girl seems to be the granddaughter of the one in the mourning hall.

Compared with her own children who were crying in the mourning hall in the morning, or forcibly crying all morning, this little girl didn't have much sentimentality.

Chen Chuanwang can understand that at this age, life and death are difficult to understand.

"Meow~"

The black cat meowed hoarsely, like the sound of a saw blade on the sentence, so harsh.

The little girl asked, "Xiao Hei, why don't you eat?"

The black cat continued to meow, indifferent to the big fish and meat in front of it, and sat there like a piece of rotten wood.

The little girl didn't understand, she foolishly twisted a piece of fish with her hands and stuffed it into the black cat's mouth.

The black cat yelled, reluctantly stood up and rubbed against the little girl.

"You eat, eat."

"It doesn't want to eat now." Chen Chuanwang said at this time: "You just put it there, it will go back and eat by itself when it is hungry."

The stranger's words startled the little girl. She pursed her lips and put down the fish, petting the black cat, not daring to talk to Chen Chuanwang.

It didn't matter to Chen Chuanwang, it's normal for children to be afraid of being born, and there are not many people with a familiar personality like his sister Wang Yao.

The black cat turned its head to look at Chen Chuanwang, flicked its tail slightly, then walked under a tree and fell asleep on its stomach.

Chen Chuanwang noticed that the nipples on the black cat's belly were slightly swollen, and he asked, "Has it just given birth to kittens?"

"Yeah." The little girl nodded, turning her back to Chen Chuanwang: "A little black was born."

"One..."

Chen Chuanwang sighed.

The probability of an old cat giving birth is very low, and the probability of having only one is even lower.

At two or three o'clock, Chen Chuanwang was called over by his grandfather, as if it was time to kowtow.

Kneel on the yellow paper, kowtow three times, in exchange for a towel.

"Grandpa, when will you go back?"

"I still have to have dinner here, don't worry."

Chen Chuanwang nodded slightly.

I have to come here for the next two days.

"After dinner in the evening, go find a bag to pack, bring the red knife meat back to your grandma, and the old turtle, and the ribs..."

"understood."

(End of this chapter)