Chapter 1820 The Pickles Have Expired

When he closed his hands, the portrait disappeared from his eyes, and he looked sideways. The kitchen, which was separated from the wall, appeared in front of his eyes with great clarity, as if the brick wall had turned into transparent glass.

The slender figure was busy in the kitchen. She didn't know what she was doing, and she couldn't smell any aroma, but she felt that the food she made must be the most delicious.

Unlike the other brothers in the underworld, he needs to sleep, and he also needs to eat, both hot and cold.

Therefore, his residence will have the same facilities as the human world.

But he had not used the kitchen for a long time, and he had a special subordinate in charge of the food he ate on weekdays.

Originally, he thought that the food in the world was the same as what he ate, tasteless, tasteless, bland and saltless.

It wasn't until he tasted the food he got from Zhou Tiantian that he realized that the life he lived in the past was nothing like a pig or a dog.

The pig and dog food in the world is better than his!

In the long years, this was the first time he envied the life on earth.

There are not many things in the kitchen, there are rice and noodles, the dishes are very few, and the seasoning is even more pitiful, not even salt.

Fortunately, I found a package of pickles that had expired or not, and cooked a bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables. She tasted it, um—the taste was a bit bland.

Also a little weird.

Maybe the pickles have expired!

With a natural expression, she brought out the shredded pork noodles and placed it on the empty desk.

There was a lot of stuff on the desk before, but now it's empty.

"That's it?" Jun Luoheng glanced at the kitchen again, as if there was nothing waiting for her to serve.

"You don't have anything in the kitchen. It's good to be able to cook this. You have to ask someone to buy vegetables." She rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "It doesn't seem good to let ghosts buy vegetables, why don't I go, Make sure to buy the food you like."

Jun Luoheng didn't look at her, he just started eating with chopsticks.

After eating three mouthfuls, she responded: "Write down the names of the ingredients, and I will arrange them."

"Oh—" I knew this guy wouldn't let her go so easily.

"Isn't it light?" The atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and Bai Zhi asked with nothing to say.

Jun Luoheng had already finished eating at this time, and pushed the empty bowl in front of Bai Zhi: "Is there any more?"

Bai Zhi shook his head: "No more, just cook these and eat them next time." It was just so that he could eat earlier next time, so he deliberately cooked less, otherwise how could he feed him five meals a day?

"What time is it now? Is it day or night?" There were no windows in the room, so she couldn't see what the weather was like outside, and she didn't have a mobile phone on her body, so she didn't know what time it was.

Strange to say, there is not even a clock in this huge study.

"This is the underworld, there is no difference between day and night, and there is no time." Those who live here, except for him, are all ghosts.

Everything here, except order, is eternity.

"There is no day and night? Well, don't you sleep?"

Bai Zhi looked at the bed where she had slept, obviously there was a bed.

Jun Luoheng leaned his back into the chair: "I sleep, they don't."

I sleep and they don't?

Bai Zhi suddenly understood something, and Jun Luoheng in front of him was indeed different from ordinary ghosts.

Since she opened her Yin-Yang eyes, she has seen quite a few ghosts, and each ghost has some marks on their bodies, representing the way they died.

Zhou Tiantian had blood holes on his head, and Xing'er had blue marks on his neck. These were fatal wounds when they died.