we are just monsters

Chapter 126 Autumn
The kitchen that I haven't touched for a long time is covered with dust, and the pot is not as clean as before.

Zhou Xiaotian tidied up the pots and pans in the kitchen. Since Zhou Muqing left, he seemed to have cooked a few meals by himself, finished the rest of the dishes, and didn't move much. At most, he would eat a bowl of noodles when he was hungry at night.

Especially since the beginning of summer, I am even more lazy to move by myself.

A piece of ginger left in the corner shriveled after sprouting, and there were still a few bulbs of garlic with sprouts, but it wasn't too dry. I don't know why.

Cleaned up from the inside to the outside. From eight o'clock in the evening to almost ten o'clock in the evening, she cleaned everything up, sweated, took off her clothes and put on slippers and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Xia Xiaoman was still in the kitchen.

Zhou Xiaotian is much better at cooking than her master. She once praised Zhou Xiaotian that it is no problem to open a small restaurant with this skill.

"People now need a bunch of certificates to open a restaurant, business licenses, health certificates, fire protection... Anyway, there are a lot of messes, how can you find a place to decorate and open it immediately." Zhou Xiaotian laughed at her at the time for not being able to keep up with the times. , stay in the past.

In Zhou Muqing's mind, all he needed to do to open a restaurant was craftsmanship, but he didn't expect that there would be so many twists and turns.

The bathroom was opened and closed, Zhou Xiaotian came out, his hair was wrapped in a towel, and he just took a shower.

Turning on the TV and lying on the sofa, she felt very tired, turned down the volume of the TV, and squinted her eyes to calculate today's income.

"Who's there?" She noticed that there seemed to be a figure in the kitchen, and she suddenly became more awake.

The house was quiet, Zhou Xiaotian didn't panic, he gently held the fruit knife on the table in his hand, and got up from the sofa.

In fact, reverse grip and pronated grip are often confused. When peeling fruit normally, the grip with the tip of the knife facing outward looks positive, but it is actually a reverse grip. The tip of the knife needs to be lifted and stabbed downwards, which is the correct grip. Grip, that kind of grip is easy to hide, and exerting force can cause more damage.

The tip of the knife is forward, which makes it easier to stab it directly, Zhou Xiaotian slowly approached with the fruit knife.

"Who?" she asked.

There was still no movement inside.

She stood in the living room and took a closer look, then went to turn on the light, and the kitchen was empty, just to scare herself.

Zhou Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, and stared blankly at the sweeping kitchen. She felt that there was indeed someone here just now.

"Master, is that you?" She asked in a low voice.

no respond.

"It's late at night, don't be scary, okay?"

Zhou Xiaotian walked around with a fruit knife, checked the wardrobe, behind the curtains, and under the bed, checked the anti-theft door, and lay back on the sofa again.The security of this house is very high, and the anti-theft windows and doors are of high standard. She has been with the master and two women since she was a child, and she is very concerned about this aspect.

If it's a ghost, you don't have to be afraid... probably only people can harm people.

Zhou Xiaotian has always felt so.

She carried the copper basin to save the souls of the dead, and she was never afraid, no matter when she followed the master before or when she was alone later.

There are more times to be on guard against people.

In the early years when she was young, the law and order were not as good as they are now. She lived with her master in the courtyard of a village in the city. The master often kept a sickle under the bed. If there was any movement in the yard outside or the neighbor's dog barked, she would be on guard.

Fortunately, she has a special profession, and when something goes wrong, she will be aware of it in advance. While keeping a low profile, she will also shake her mind. She has not encountered any danger for so many years.

The only time, probably that winter, was that he boarded the train knowing that the road ahead would be difficult, but it was expected that he would be trapped for a few days.

Zhou Xiaotian thought wildly, and suddenly smiled.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I'm too tired and suspicious."

She was lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket. The weather in September was a little colder than the previous two months. Feeling the coldness of the night, she got up again, turned off the TV, went into the house, and lay back on the bed to rest.

It was raining outside at night, pattering against the windows.

In Zhou Xiaotian's dream, she went back to the past. There was no master, no shop, only herself. She didn't know where she was, but only remembered a garbage dump.

The rain continued until the morning. She woke up for a while and looked at the weather outside. She didn’t stop going to the shop because of the rain. She found a white umbrella from behind the door and was about to go out when she looked at the weather with her. The umbrella was put together with the big black umbrella. After thinking about it, I replaced it with the black one.

The big black umbrella is not a foldable one, but a long one. This is a relic of Zhou Muqing. She used to find it inconvenient. After using the foldable umbrella for a long time, she now thinks this kind of long umbrella is quite attractive.

Zhou Xiaotian put on a dark coat and went out with an umbrella.

Baicheng has four distinct seasons. The autumn rain is chilly, and it is cold on the body. People on the street are wearing coats, and short-sleeved shorts have been changed into autumn clothes under this rain.

The leaves on the side of the road are starting to turn yellow.

When we arrived at Old Town Street, only the tea shops outside were open. I wanted to take a break from the rain. Usually there was no business, and now it was sparsely populated.

The rolling shutter door was opened with a bang, Zhou Xiaotian stomped in, lit incense as usual, wiped the table with a cloth, then picked up the book he read yesterday and continued to read.

Opening a store is not a business, but a life.

I always feel that something is missing when I stay at home. Although I am not short of money and can do business on my mobile phone, I just can’t get motivated. Only here can I find something to do.

At around nine o'clock, a customer came to the store. Looking at her appearance, she was about 30 years old, tall and tall, with a light gray coat, glasses on the bridge of her nose, and intellectually dressed. She closed the umbrella outside the door and came in, looking at it curiously.

"I heard that your place is very accurate." She was surprised that the store was opened by a young girl, which seemed unreliable.

Zhou Xiaotian had already put down the book, raised his head and smiled, made a gesture of please sit down, and then turned his head to look at the time.

"Ask about marriage." Zhou Xiaotian said.

"What?" The woman froze.

"You're here to ask about marriage."

With clear eyes, Zhou Xiaotian said in a very ordinary tone.

"Uh..." The woman frowned, "How did you tell?"

"Can you understand me?"

"..."

She was silent for a while, "Then you guess again."

"I'm older and unmarried, I want to get married." Zhou Xiaotian leaned on the back of the chair and said, "And I just met a partner."

"You know I'm not married?"

Zhou Xiaotian glanced at the ring on her finger, and looked away, "We won't be able to tie the knot this year."

"..."

The woman looked at Zhou Xiaotian with incredible eyes, then looked at the ring on her hand, opened her mouth twice, but said nothing.

"why?"

"I'm the fortune-telling sister here." Zhou Xiaotian pointed to the signboard, "I'll analyze it for you after you say a lot? There's no time for that."

(End of this chapter)