My Healing Games

Chapter 660 This is not the meat I want to eat
"Is the thing lying on the bed in the bedroom a corpse?" Xiao Jia had been running around with Han Fei all night, and now his perspective on the problem was gradually becoming the same as Han Fei's.

"Don't talk nonsense." Smelling the aroma of meat in the air, Han Fei's eyes slowly returned to normal. He woke up from his reverie, and his stomach made a rumbling sound.

Han Fei's sudden change in demeanor, which had previously been so imposing, surprised both Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia.

“I especially love eating meat. There’s a kind of meat that’s very important to me, and I have to eat it.” As Han Fei spoke, the homeowner, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the noise and came out of the kitchen carrying a wok.

The aroma of meat in the air grew even stronger, and Han Fei's nostrils twitched as he unconsciously looked towards the place where the aroma was strongest.

A middle-aged man, about 1.85 meters tall, appeared in the living room. He was dressed in white, and his face, neck, hands, and all exposed skin were covered with burn scars.

The man's features seemed to have melted away, making him almost unrecognizable as human, yet his ugly appearance contrasted sharply with his superb culinary skills.

Just by standing there, the aroma of meat from the wok fills the whole house, making one's mouth water.

"Who let you in?"

The man's mouth, half burned off, slowly opened, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. The scars on his face trembled with the movement of his muscles, which was quite frightening.

“Recently, some children have gone missing in our neighborhood, and we want to come and find out what happened.”

Li Guo'er continued to use the same excuse, but the man didn't believe her at all. The scars on his face twisted, making his whole face look squeezed together: "I don't know anything about children. You can leave."

The man's attitude was rude, and Li Guo'er wanted to say another word of persuasion, but Han Fei suddenly spoke up from behind: "May I make a somewhat presumptuous request? May I try the meat you made? I'm willing to pay for it."

Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia never expected Han Fei to make such a request, going to someone's house to freeload a meal at five or six in the morning.

The disfigured man holding the wok was also taken aback. His eyes, hidden in his scars, stared at Han Fei for a long time, as if he could see Han Fei's desire for meat: "You are... a gourmet?"

"No, I just like eating meat. I think I've eaten all kinds of meat. There's one kind of meat that I can't forget, but now I've forgotten what it was." Han Fei's expression was slightly morbid, and his eyes revealed two negative emotions: gluttony and greed.

"What a coincidence, I love cooking meat, all sorts of rare and delicious meats. My wife hasn't gotten up yet, so I can show you a couple of dishes first." The disfigured man's lips curled up, revealing an extremely terrifying smile.

Upon closer examination, what they said was quite terrifying.

Xiao Jia, who was standing at the door, and Li Guo'er, who had just entered the house, were reluctant to eat the meat that the other had cooked, but Han Fei insisted on going inside, so they had no choice but to follow.

"Goodness, this is a themed restaurant." Xiao Jia avoided the white invitations on the ground and the torn-up white double happiness characters; he didn't even dare to sit down.

Li Guo'er frowned slightly. She didn't understand why Han Fei suddenly came in to eat. She felt that Han Fei shouldn't be the kind of person who would be controlled by his appetite.

While the two were struggling with their decision, Han Fei had already obediently sat down at the table, tapping his index finger lightly on the surface, as if he couldn't wait to eat.

"Han Fei, be careful, there might be something wrong with the meat."

"I know."

A few minutes later, the kitchen door opened, and the disfigured man brought out two dishes.

The large red plate was covered with meat, alternating between fat and lean, as if it had been marinated in a secret sauce beforehand. After being stir-fried, it emitted a unique aroma without any side dishes.

On the other white plate, a white double happiness character was made out of meat. All the meat was carefully selected and looked ordinary, but once you got close, your mouth would water involuntarily.

"Try it."

A plate of red meat, a plate of white meat—the disfigured man was definitely a master chef; he had a precise grasp of the characteristics of each type of meat and cooked them accordingly.

Xiao Jia and Li Guo'er looked at each other, sitting at the table as if they were being tortured. Han Fei, on the other hand, couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and, under the astonished gaze of his companions, began to devour the meat on his plate.

Han Fei's way of eating meat was somewhat frightening; all the meat seemed to melt directly in his mouth, and he swallowed it without much chewing.

This scene not only stunned Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia, but also made the disfigured man next to them stare intently at Han Fei, as if repeatedly trying to determine Han Fei's purpose in doing so.

Guests had visited his home before. Before they knew what he looked like, they loved eating his meat. But after seeing the chef in person, they found it hard to eat the meat he cooked.

With a swift and decisive motion, Han Fei, as if afraid of causing trouble for Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia, devoured both plates of meat by himself. He patted his belly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Eating meat allows Han Fei's body to recover quickly, and he is gradually overcoming his weakness.

After consuming all sorts of meat, Han Fei's relaxed brows quickly furrowed again. The meat made by the disfigured man was delicious, containing all kinds of meat and all sorts of cooking methods, but none of them tasted like the one he remembered. He had not yet tasted the meat he truly wanted to eat.

"You seem a little dissatisfied with the meat I cooked?" The disfigured man, dressed in white, walked to the dining table and looked at the empty plates.

"I've been searching for a flavor, a flavor that's unique, dangerous, beautiful, and possesses an irresistible allure. I want to devour it, just as I want to devour her." Han Fei looked up at the disfigured man. He didn't care about the man's terrifying appearance; he only wanted to find the meat he wanted to eat.

Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia couldn't understand what Han Fei was saying at all. They thought the strangest person in the room would be the disfigured man, but it turned out that Han Fei's situation seemed to be more serious.

"I think I understand what you mean." As soon as the disfigured man finished speaking, Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia, who were sitting at the table, turned to look at him again. They really didn't know what the disfigured man understood. The conversation was like it was encrypted. If one's condition was not severe enough, one really wouldn't understand it.

Upon re-entering the kitchen, the disfigured man meticulously locked the kitchen door from the inside.

The three of them heard the sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets outside. Taking advantage of the chef closing the door, Li Guo'er quietly got up, pulled the dazed Xiao Jia into the bridal chamber, and she had long been curious about what was lying under the quilt.

"Should I just pull back the covers? Wouldn't that be a bad idea?" Xiao Jia was a little nervous. He wasn't mentally prepared: "What if there really is a corpse lying under the covers? That scene will probably haunt me for the next few days."

"Don't worry, compared to what we might encounter in the next few days, this is nothing. People have to keep growing." Li Guo'er grabbed the corner of the blanket. In that instant, she had a strange feeling, as if her every move was being watched by something. She could feel the gazes of other people in the room.

Li Guo'er looked up at the black and white wedding photo hanging above the bed. The newlyweds in the photo were staring straight at her.

"You think this can scare me?" Li Guo'er forcefully pulled back the quilt. On the soft double bed lay a wooden puppet almost the same size as a real person. The puppet's body had been hollowed out, and various talismans and torn photos were stuffed into the wood. It was wearing a bright red wedding dress and was tied with red threads.

"It's not a corpse." Xiao Jia breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiao Guo, let's get out of here quickly, this room is so eerie."

Li Guo'er nodded and covered herself with the quilt again. As she smoothed out the wrinkles in the quilt, she seemed to accidentally touch the red string, and the puppet's foot twitched on its own.

So nervous that neither of them noticed this.

They put everything back in its place, sat down at the table, and waited another half hour before the locked kitchen door was finally opened.

The disfigured man walked out carrying a plate covered with a metal cover, seemingly to prevent the aroma from spreading.

“This meat is cooked in a very special way, and very few people have ever eaten it. You’re in luck today.” The disfigured man placed the plate on the table, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes: “This meat was originally prepared for my wife. If I hadn’t met you today, I wouldn’t have taken it out to cook.”

"I'm looking forward to it." Han Fei controlled his muscles and gave a somewhat awkward smile.

The aroma wafted out as the metal cover was opened, attracting even Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia, who unconsciously moved closer to the plate.

Slices of meat are arranged on a colorful plate, with thick, secret sauce dripping from the translucent meat, making it look like a work of art.

Xiao Jia swallowed hard. He was already very hungry after running all night, so how could he resist such a temptation?
The aroma of the meat was like a strong arm, grabbing his body and pulling his mouth close to the plate.

Subconsciously picking up the chopsticks, Xiao Jia licked her lips: "Want to try some?"

Li Guo'er glared at Xiao Jia, seemingly trying to stop him from eating, but Xiao Jia didn't understand what Li Guo'er meant at all.

"This meat is both precious and not precious. You can try it, but don't tell anyone after you leave. Just remember the taste." The disfigured man, who usually seemed to be studying food at home and rarely went out to interact with people, gradually became more talkative.

"The aroma is unique." Han Fei picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly. He savored the aroma of the meat and slowly closed his eyes.

Li Guo'er tried to stop Han Fei, but Han Fei moved too fast.

Seeing that Han Fei had no problems after eating it, Xiao Jia, who was also craving it, ate a piece as well. He put the meat in his mouth, and the unique aroma lingered between his lips and teeth.

"What kind of meat is this? It smells so good! It doesn't have the gamey smell of mutton, nor the sourness of horse meat, and it's different from donkey meat and beef. The layers of fat are very distinct. It's so tender! It smells so good!"

Xiao Jia picked up another piece and started eating. He became more and more addicted to it, as if a voice in his head was constantly urging him on.

"Hehe." The disfigured man just chuckled. He didn't answer Xiao Jia's question, but turned to Li Guo'er: "Aren't you going to eat some? You can't get this kind of meat anywhere else."

“I’m a vegetarian.” Li Guo’er patted Xiao Jia’s shoulder, seemingly trying to calm him down. “Let’s talk about the recent disappearances of children in the neighborhood. Children don’t just vanish without a trace. Your flesh is so tender, could those children be here?”

Xiao Jia was enjoying his meal when Li Guo'er's words seemed to explode in his ears like a thunderclap.

He suddenly remembered something: the disfigured man had said the meat was for his wife, but she seemed to be dead, which was why he was performing those terrible rituals.

In other words, the meat he's eating now seems to be prepared for "ghosts".

The meat in his mouth still smelled delicious, but Xiao Jia couldn't swallow it. His face slowly turned purple, and his body completely stiffened.

“Your meat is indeed delicious, but it’s not the taste I’m looking for, or rather, it’s far from the meat I’m used to.” Han Fei put down his chopsticks and glanced at Xiao Jia: “Don’t worry, these thin slices of meat are made from lamb, beef and chicken mixed together in a certain ratio, not what you think.”

"Oh, I see." Xiao Jia swallowed the meat in his mouth with relief, but soon he seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked at Han Fei with wide eyes!

The disfigured man and Li Guo'er also realized this, and the three people in the room, except for Han Fei, all stepped back a little.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became subtle and deathly silent, with only the sound of Han Fei's index finger gently tapping the table remaining.

"Who exactly are you people?" The scars on the disfigured man's face began to contort. He pushed away Xiao Jia, who had moved closer to him, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

"Don't touch me, I don't know either! Really!" Xiao Jia felt nauseous; he was terrified.

"Don't be nervous. Actually, it's different from what you think. I just really like eating meat. I've absolutely never done anything taboo. The special flavor I'm looking for isn't that kind of meat." Han Fei's eyes were filled with disappointment. He still hadn't found the kind of meat he loved most: "Who taught you to cook?"

"Does that matter?" The disfigured man said after a moment of silence, "A woman taught me. She's very good at cooking all kinds of meat."

"What about her?"

"disappeared."

"You held a ritual to summon the ghost's soul at home just to bring her back?" Han Fei hadn't forgotten his original purpose for coming.

“No, I just want to call back my wife. This ritual, and what happened in this haunted house, were all told to me by the woman who taught me to cook.” The disfigured man also realized something was amiss: “Do you know that woman?”

What's her name?

"I don't know her name. I only know that she seems to be looking for someone in this city. When she finds that person, that's when she will die, but she still wants to find that person."

(End of this chapter)