[BL, MTL] You Shu (Quick Wear)

Chapter 72: The King (8)

After interrogating a group of people, the man saw that it was still early, so he invited Youshu to drink tea in the back hall. He is her savior after all, although she was afraid of being ruined by him, Youshu bit the bullet and went, took the tea handed over by the other party, and carefully took a sip.

Seeing his pretending to be gentle and elegant, the man couldn't help laughing, and immediately took a sip from his teacup to hide his slightly curved eyes. It had been a long time since he had met anyone more interesting than County Magistrate Zhao.

Youshu looked at him directly, and asked curiously, "You, how did you drink the tea?" Isn't there a mask behind you?

In fact, the man didn't wear any mask, what other people saw was just a cover-up he used. But Youshu stared at her round and bright eyes, and the way she looked left and right was so cute that he didn't want to explain at all. He really enjoys the feeling that Youshu puts all his attention on himself, especially when he suddenly appears, and Youshu can clearly see it but pretends not to know, and then stares at him all the time from the corner of his eye, as if he is him. When the only focus is on, the man only feels extremely happy, and a secret and endless sweetness keeps rising in his heart.

At this moment, the tea in his mouth has completely stale, as if mixed with honey or licorice, slowly melting on the tip of his tongue. The man stared at You Shu, took a sip, and then took another sip, his eyes were obscure, but he never said a word.

Youshu felt hairy when he saw him, so she also began to fidget, thinking: Could it be that my origin has been discovered? He wanted to leave immediately, but he was afraid that his behavior would be too abrupt, so he had to sit patiently.

"Come here late at night, I haven't greeted you far away, a little tea and light food, let's make do with it." The man seemed to see his predicament, raised his hand and flicked it on the table, and a lot of delicacies were produced, and the rich aroma instantly spread in the hall.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, pork knuckle in sauce, Longjing shrimp...all of them are dishes that Youshu loves to eat, and there are some dishes that have never been seen before. They should be special products of hell. Since becoming the county magistrate of Suichang, Youshu hasn't eaten big fish and meat for a long time. Even if she occasionally wants to taste some meat, she only asks the cook to buy the cheapest pig offal, poultry offal and other ingredients.

Now, with a table full of Chinese people sitting in front of him, he couldn't help shaking his index finger, and then secretly swallowed the saliva that was secreted in his mouth and was about to flow out of the corner of his mouth.

Seeing him not moving for a long time, the man asked in a deep voice, "Master Zhao, but the dishes are not to your taste? Do you want to change another table?" He often secretly visits Xiao Zhao County Magistrate, so he naturally knows how poor he usually lives . He is obviously a glutton, but he still forces himself to save on food, it's pitiful.

Youshu had already pressed her palm on the chopsticks, but she didn't lift it up for a long time. She muttered, "Can I go back to the world after eating the food from the underworld?" I heard that the food in the underworld is not edible, and Persephone is a lesson from the past.

The man didn't seem to expect him to say this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed lowly. Although the voice changed a little through the mask, but the deep essence was extremely seductive, which made Youshu's ears blush, which was extremely embarrassing. He gradually realized that he "measured the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain", but the other party was not angry, but just laughed it off, which shows that he has a broad mind.

Yama is indeed a good god! Youshu's affection for the other party has risen again and again, and it is about to break through the sky, and her round eyes show shame and eager admiration at the right time. This is the instinct of people in the last days, admiring the strong and yearning for the benevolent.