If you are targeted by a cold and beautiful girl

Chapter 81 I wish to be a winged chicken in heaven

"Use...use illusion?"

Jiuge's hanging heart finally relaxed, showing an expression of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn’t really eaten.

Just now she was still thinking, if An Chen could sacrifice to this extent for the mission, then it would be too bad for her to think about running away.

But it would be impossible for Jiu Ge to do this.

"You're not angry?"

Seeing that Jiu Ge, who was not angry but looked relieved after being teased by him, An Chen suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

At this time, shouldn't Jiuge flip up his hair and stare at him with his arms folded with a very cold expression?

"Why are you angry? Didn't you come up with a good idea?" Jiuge tilted his head, his eyes widened, with a puzzled look on his face.

She couldn't help but began to wonder if An Chen had misunderstood her greatly.

Even if he is not amiable, Jiu Ge will not get angry so easily.

"..."

For some reason, An Chen suddenly felt a little guilty.

"You may have some misunderstandings about me... I am not the kind of irritable woman who easily gets angry." Jiuge blinked and looked at An Chen with a pitiful expression.

"I didn't say you were that kind of woman...and are there really women who can have fire on their heads in reality?" An Chen sighed, with a helpless expression.

"I mean I don't get angry easily..." Jiu Ge raised his hair and began to think about how to organize his words.

"Let's not talk about it for now. They are back." Hearing the footsteps, An Chen pointed to the door and lowered his voice.

"!"

Jiuge quickly took the two cups on the ground in his hands and sat back on the stool with lightning speed.

An Chen shrugged and sat on it too.

While doing it, he even put his arms around Jiuge's waist again.

The movements are done in one go, very natural.

"?" Jiuge was confused, and his ears began to feel hot.

"Our current setting is that we are husband and wife, so it's okay to do this." An Chen whispered, holding Jiu Ge's hand tighter than before.

"Ouch!"

Jiuge lowered his head, put the cup in his arms, and covered his face.

Mr. Zhang's family walked in from the yard, carrying rice bowls and simple side dishes in their hands.

"It's such a good feeling."

Grandma Li looked at An Chen and Jiu Ge kindly, but her mouth was dripping with halazi crazily.

Harazi dripped into the bowl in the left hand and into the green vegetables in the right hand.

She stared at An Chen's arm around Jiu Ge, wondering whether she was so hungry that she wanted to eat or if she wanted to eat An Chen's arm.

Jiu Ge was trembling a little, while An Chen looked calm.

There is no trend of evil spirits turning into evil spirits yet. Even if evil spirits turn into evil spirits, there is no rush to purify them. Most of them will recover anyway.

The other three members of the Zhang family are normal, at least on the surface.

Calmly looking at grandma who was giggling, Xiao Mahua and Xiao Dandan put the dishes and chopsticks aside and started to build a table with broken stools.

"It's relatively simple, don't dislike it. This is the last bit of food we have." The old man still had a kind look on his face and put down the meal that was stained with grains on Grandma Li's hands.

Then, he wiped the corners of Grandma Li's mouth with rough paper scraps.

"Let's start eating." The old man sat down, and Grandma Li, who was drooling all the time, sat down with Little Dog Dan and Little Mahua.

"This is called 'Wish to be a Biyi Chicken in Heaven'." Pointing to a burnt sweet potato, Xiao Mahua introduced it in a decent manner.

"This is called 'grass like a coil of silk'."

The dish is as its name suggests, long grasses are plated together, and the whole plate is covered with grass.

"This is called 'Red-billed Green Parrot'."

This plate is spinach picked from the field. The leaves are green and the roots are red.

"This is 'Jingcheng Meat'."

This time Xiao Mahua pointed at a few pieces of meat that looked like meat but were not ordinary meat.

It looks strange, but it's not any of the chicken, pork, mutton, and beef varieties.
The aroma wafting from the yard that I smelled before was probably coming from this plate of things.

Jiuge took a deep breath.

Thinking that such poetic and literary dish names correspond to these dishes...

No, it should be said that it was hard for Jiuge not to suffocate when he thought of the corresponding things such as small bugs, small garbage, small cigarette butts, small plastic bags, etc.

She couldn't control her mind from imagining.

The more he refused, the more frequently the images appeared in Jiu Ge's mind.

Unlike Jiu Ge, An Chen has already seen the world in TV series, movies, ghost stories, ghost movies, and "Qiong Mou Ge Ge".

Both ancients and modern people have rich imaginations, and many of the scenes filmed really restore the true situation in the spiritual world.

It's hard not to suspect that some psychic has gotten in and revealed internal secrets.

If you can eat it in your mouth, the rice must be dirt.

No mention of what these dishes actually are.

An Chen began to wonder if the little Mahua accidentally watched "Qiong Mou Princess" at someone's house when he drifted out of reality, so that he could lead the whole family to recreate the scene of "Qiong Mou Princess" in which Weiwei Princess performed for the emperor and ministers so perfectly. Indescribable dishes and almost literary dish names.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

After introducing the food, the four members of the Zhang family had already begun to devour the white rice, as if the food in front of them was really a rare delicacy, a rare treasure.

Although Jiu Ge has never watched "Qiong Mou Gege", she knows a certain fairy tale "The Emperor's New Clothes".

She felt that she and An Chen were being deceived like this at this time, and that they could not expose each other like the honest child during the parade.

Showing a very forced smile, Jiuge and An Chen started eating.

Of course, not really eating.

At this time, An Chen and Jiu Ge were already outside the house when it was almost dark. The two figures in the house were just advanced illusions used by Jiu Ge.

The second the food was brought in, Jiu Ge had already started to cast illusions.

High-level illusions themselves do not require constant mental control, but because there are still things to ask, they need to monitor the internal situation in real time, and have to face the plates of food that may be small bugs or small cigarette butts.

As the Zhang family ate voraciously, An Chen and Jiu Ge in the illusion showed intoxicated expressions.

The two people outside were very divided, but for the sake of the mission, they endured it.

"Have you always lived together as a family of four?" An Chen asked gently after swallowing the food.

After careful consideration, he decided to start with the basic issues.

"I still have three sons! Little Mahua is the daughter of the eldest son, and Little Dog Dan is the son of the second son. My third son is not married yet." The old man took a big bite of rice.

When he answered, his voice was still strong.

"Yeah, I'm quite happy." An Chen smiled and continued to eat.

If nothing unexpected happens, it means that Zhang Zhidong and Zhang Zhizhi are the descendants of the old man's third son.

(End of this chapter)