[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 53 [English]

Chapter 53 My cousin seems to be mentally retarded

“Of course, nicknames must be given. Who can bypass the sky?” Xue Meng seemed very interested and enthusiastically introduced to Chu Wanning. “I think you are not old, you should be no more than five years old, right? Then you have just come to the top of life and death, and you are not familiar with everyone. Once you get familiar with it, you will know that the twenty elders here almost all have nicknames among the disciples.”

“Oh.” Allen Chu glanced at he thoughtfully, “For example?”

“That’s all there is to say. But it’s getting late now, and I’m a little hungry. Thank you for your tips today. I’ll take you down the mountain to have some late-night snacks, and we’ll talk while we eat.”

Allen Chu lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said: “Well, okay.”

Xue Meng put away Dragon City and took Chu Wanning’s hand. The apprentice who was kept in the dark and the master who shrunk his body walked along the long stone steps between bamboos to the mountain gate.

“Little brother, what’s your name?” Xue Meng asked as he walked.

Chu Wanning replied calmly: “My surname is Xia.”

“Xia what?”

“Xia Sini.”

Xue Meng was unaware of the profound meaning, and asked happily: “Yes, it sounds good. What two words are they?”

Chu Wanning glanced at him like a fool: “…Situ’s Si, Ni Tu’s Ni. Xia Si Ni.”

“Oh.” Xue Meng asked with a smile, “How old are you this year? I guessed it right before, are you not more than five years old?”

“…” Chu Wanning had a dark face. Fortunately, Xue Meng looked at the road and did not look at he, otherwise he would have been frightened. “No, the young master guessed wrong. …I am six years old this year.”

Xue Meng said: “Then you are really talented, although you are still a little bit behind what I was back then. But with a little training, you will definitely be a great young student. How about this, why don’t you stop studying under the sect? You call me senior brother, and I will ask my master to accept you as a disciple. Do you think it’s okay?”

Allen Chu tried his best not to roll his eyes: “What did you want me to call you?”

“Brother.” Xue Meng bent down with a smile and flicked Allen Chu’s forehead. “This opportunity is not for anyone.”

Chu Wanning looked complicated: “…”

“What’s wrong? Are you too happy to speak?”

Allen Chu: “…”

The two were walking talking and laughing, at least Xue Meng thought they were walking “talking and laughing”.Suddenly a voice came from behind, ending this conversation that might kill Xue Meng if it continued.

“Huh? Mengmeng, why are you here?”

In the entire world of life and death, who else would be tempted to call Xue Meng Mengmeng?Xue Meng didn’t even turn his head, he was already scolding.

“Mo Ran, you bitch, if you call me that again, believe it or not, I will pull out your tongue.”

Turning around, sure enough, Mo Ranqing’s clothes were fluttering, standing under the bright moon, grinning at the two of them.He originally wanted to tease Xue Meng back, but suddenly noticed a handsome and handsome child standing next to Xue Meng. He couldn’t help but be startled: “This is…”

Xue Meng pulled Chu Wanning behind him and raised his eyebrows at Mo Ran: “Can you care?”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t hide.” Mo Ran went around and grabbed Xue Meng’s hand, and then dragged Chu Wanning out. He squatted down and looked carefully. Suddenly he made a sound and murmured, “This child looks so familiar.”

Chu nightning was alert: “…”

“I always feel like I’ve seen it before somewhere.”

Chu Wanning secretly thought that something was wrong. If his identity was revealed, how could he have the face to be a human being in the future?Thinking about it, he subconsciously took a step back and turned around to escape.

“Don’t go!” Mo Ran smirked and grabbed he, stretched out his finger, scratched Chu Wanning’s nose, and whispered slowly, “Come on, little brother, tell me what your name is?”

The bridge of the nose that had been touched by he straightened up. Chu Wanning was embarrassed and guilty, and stepped back.

Mo Ran thought he was scared, laughed loudly, and said: “What are you hiding from? Good boy, tell me if your surname is Xue?”

Xue Meng: “???”

Mo Ran pointed at Xue Meng and asked Chu Wanning with a smile: “Is this person your father? You have to tell the truth, so that my brother will love you and buy you candy.”

“You are sick, Mo Weiyu!!”

Chu Wanning was also speechless for a while, but he felt a little more at ease: “…My surname is Xia, I am a disciple of Elder Xuanxuan, Xia Sini.”

“Scared you to death?” Mo Ran smiled and bent his eyes. He was not stupid. He heard the meaning of the name as soon as he heard it. “Haha, it’s interesting.”

“…”

“You are sick!” Xue Meng pushed Mo Ran away fiercely and said angrily, “he is my new friend and has nothing to do with you. We are going to have supper, please get out of my way.”

“Oh.” Mo Ran let go.But soon he put his hands behind his head and followed them with a smile.

Xue Meng growled at he: “What are you doing?”

“I’m going down the mountain for a midnight snack too.” Mo Ran innocently said, “Isn’t that allowed?”

Xue Meng: “…………”

Impermanence Town.

Since the establishment of the sect at the Summit of Death and Life, this small town that was once haunted by ghosts has gradually returned to its former peace, and is even a bit lively now.

At this time, the night market has opened. Xue Meng and his group walked among the stalls, found a shop selling antique soup, and sat at a low wooden table in the open air.

“Antique Soup” uses a copper cauldron as a cooking utensil and is placed on a burning charcoal basin.When eating, the fire is kept on, and the soup in the cauldron is boiling. The soup is often spicy and spicy. The table is full of fresh ingredients, and you can throw in whatever you want to eat.Because when food falls into boiling water, it will make a “gudong” sound, so it is named antique soup.

This is a famous Sichuan dish, but Chu Wanning has always only eaten clear soup pot without spicy food. If he doesn’t eat it, he will choke when he eats it.

Xue Meng was born in Shu, while Mo Ran grew up in the Xiangtan area. Both of them are accustomed to spicy food, so they naturally feel that “Xia Si Ni” can definitely eat spicy food.

When he sat down to order, Xue Meng ordered several dishes with familiarity, and then said: “There should be more Sichuan peppercorns in the soup and enough red oil.”

Chu nightning suddenly pulled he’s sleeves and said quietly: “I want the mandarin duck pot.”

“What?” Xue Meng thought he heard wrongly.

Chu nightning had a dark face: “I want the mandarin duck pot, half spicy and half not spicy.”

Xue Meng: “…Are you not from Shu?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah.” Xue Meng nodded, showing a look of understanding, but also a little surprised. He looked at Chu Wanning and said, “Then you are so far away from your hometown at such a young age. It’s really… Oh, forget it.” He sighed, turned his head and said to the waiter, “Okay, the Yuanyang pot is the Yuanyang pot.”

Chu Wanning didn’t know why he heard a trace of unwillingness in Xue Meng’s tone.

Later, he discovered that this was not his hallucination. Xue Meng was really unwilling. While waiting for the food, he kept mumbling: “Junior brother, since you have come to Shuzhong, you must learn to eat spicy food. If you don’t eat spicy food, you can’t get along with others, you know? You don’t have to speak Sichuan dialect, but you have to eat chili peppers. By the way, where are you from?”

Chu Wanning said: “Lin’an.”

“Oh.” Xue Meng thought for a while and felt that he was not familiar with the Jiangnan water town, so he bit his chopsticks and asked sideways, “In your hometown, do you eat rabbit heads?”

Before Allen Chu could answer, Mo Ran said with a smile: “Of course I won’t eat it.”

Xue Meng glanced at him, and Chu Wanning also glanced at him.

Mo Ran put one foot on the long bench, put his elbows on his knees, and turned the chopsticks in his hands fluently. He tilted his head and said with a smile: “What’s wrong? If you look at me like this, you don’t want to eat.”

Xue Meng turned around and asked Chu Wanning: “Are you really not going to eat?”

“Yeah.”

Xue Meng glared at Mo Ran again: “How do you know? Have you been to Lin’an?”

“I haven’t been there.” Mo Ran made a face, “But Brother Xia and our master are from the same hometown. Don’t you know that the master doesn’t eat rabbit heads? When he was getting cold dishes in Meng Potang, he was either mixing tofu with spring onions or taking sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root. If you don’t believe me, pay attention next time.”

Allen Chu: “…”

“Ah, I didn’t pay attention. Ever since I saw Master’s breakfast last time, I didn’t dare to take a look at he’s plate. It’s really scary.” Xue Meng touched his chin and slowly showed an expression of disgust, “Master’s taste is really indescribable. Did you know? He actually eats salty tofu pudding.”

Allen Chu: “…”

As he spoke, Xue Meng actually turned around, looked at him, and said seriously: “Junior brother, you must not follow the example of Elder Yu Heng. No one will want to eat with you in the future. Remember, eat both rabbit heads and chili. When eating tofu pudding in the morning, do not pour sauce into it.”

“There are also seaweed and dried shrimps.” Mo Ran added.

“Yes, there are seaweed and dried shrimps.” Xue Meng rarely shared the same hatred as Mo Ran, “It’s simply unbearable.”

Allen Chu glanced at the two fools and said expressionlessly: “Oh.”

All the dishes were served quickly, the frozen bamboo shoots were fresh and crisp, the green vegetables were green, the tofu was crystal clear, the fish fillets were fresh and tender, the lamb slices were rolled into rolls as thin as cicada wings, neatly stacked on a white porcelain plate, the crispy meat was fried to a golden brown and crispy, and sprinkled with cumin pepper. A pot of freshly ground soy milk was placed beside the table, and the short table creaked under the pressure.

Friendship and wealth are all eaten one meal at a time, not to mention the hot antique soup, three or two rounds of fat sheep in the pot, and one or two cups of soy milk in the belly. Even the cold feelings between Xue Meng and Mo Ran can’t help but temporarily soften in the dense steam.

Xue Meng rummaged in the spicy oil soup with his chopsticks: “Hey, what about the brain I threw away?”

“Isn’t your brain resting on your neck?” Mo Ran smiled.

“I’m talking about pig brains!”

Mo Ran bit his chopsticks and smiled mischievously: “Yes, I’m talking about pig brains too.”

“You son of a bitch, how dare you scold me——”

“Hey! Your mind has come up! Eat quickly, eat quickly!”

Xue Meng got excited and was trapped by he, shouting: “Take your dog paw away! Don’t fight with me, this is my brain!”

Chu Wanning sat on a small bench, holding a porcelain jar of sweet soy milk, drinking it happily while leisurely looking at the two childish ghosts next to him.But Shi Shiran was not in a hurry, anyway, half of the contents in the clear soup pot belonged to him.

After drinking the soy milk, the child licked his lips with unsatisfied interest. Mo Ran saw it and asked with a smile: “Little junior brother, do you like this?”

Chu Wanning digested the title “Little Junior Brother” and silently estimated the possibility of getting rid of this title. He found that it was almost zero, so he had to say dryly:

“Well, not bad.”

Mo Ran then turned around and said: “Xiao Er, this soy milk, give my junior brother another can of this soy milk.”

Chu Wanning then drank the second can with satisfaction.

He was born with a sweet tooth, but before, he got cavities from eating too many pastries, and it took Elder Tanlang a lot of effort to repair them.After that, Chu Wanning would not eat more every time because of his face.

Now that he has turned into a child, it is convenient for him to eat dessert.

Mo Ran dragged his cheeks and looked at him eating, and said: “Your taste is similar to that of Master.”

Chu night Ning was choked, but his face was still very calm, and he said calmly: “…Brother, are you talking about Elder Yu Heng?”

“Yes.” Mo Ran smiled and nodded, pushing a steamer to Chu Wanning’s hand, “Come and try this. I think you will also like it.”

Chu Wanning picked up the ye’erpa in the bamboo steamer and took a small bite. The soft and white skin was exposed, and the steaming bean paste filling inside was soft and sweet.

“Is it delicious?”

Allen Chu took another bite and nodded: “Yes.”

Mo Ran smiled and said: “Then you eat more.”

The three of them were chatting while eating, and Chu Wanning suddenly remembered the previous conversation. He pretended not to care. After eating the fourth leaf, he asked Xue Meng: “Young Master, you told me on the mountain before that every elder has a nickname. Since my master, Elder Xuanxuan, is called the Tattered King, I wonder what Elder Yuheng’s nickname is?”

The author has something to say:

The plot of Yuanyang Pot comes from the joke “How to tell when a Sichuanese is disappointed in you”. Here are adapted versions of some of the characters in the article –

How can you tell that the young master of the Summit of Death and Life is extremely disappointed in you?

Xue Ziming: Okay, Yuanyang Hotpot is just Yuanyang Hotpot.

How can you tell that Elder Yuheng is completely disappointed with you?

Chu Wanning: Yes.If you don’t want to add sugar, don’t add sugar.

How can you tell that the handsome little senior brother at the top of life and death is completely disappointed in you?

Shi Mingjing: Well…well, if you look like a girl, then you should look like a girl.

How can you tell that Mr. Ye, a Confucian scholar in Linyi, is extremely disappointed in you?

Ye Wangxi: If you didn’t show up, you didn’t show up.

How can you tell that the senior brother of Kunlun Snow Palace is extremely disappointed in you?

Mei Hanxue: Haha, let’s just go upstairs together.

How can you tell that the protagonist in this article is completely disappointed with life?

Mo Weiyu: Humph!A big scumbag will be a big scumbag.

Roubao: …Wait, someone above seems to have given up on himself?