My Corpse is Bohemian

When Jian Ningxuan woke up on the big bed in the hotel, she opened her eyes and saw a large bouquet of bright roses beside the pillow, with a card in the rose.

[Dear, touch ~ ~ I went for a morning run, don't wait for me, see you at home. 】

Jian Ningxuan sighed helplessly after reading the message on the card. An Bu is always so full of energy, every time he suspects that he is not working hard enough at night. Even by international standards, his staying power is above average, why does she still have the strength to go out and run!

Jian Ningxuan got up and walked towards the bathroom. When she was about to brush her teeth, she found that there was a red lip print on her collarbone. Unconsciously, a certain woman appeared in his mind while he was sleeping, holding lipstick and quietly scribbling and drawing on him... The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of warmth.

Anbu left the hotel at 4 am, listening to music while trotting down the street. At about 8 o'clock, I happened to pass by a flower shop, thinking of the cat owner who was thrown at the hotel by her, bought a bunch of roses, slipped back and put it by his pillow, and then slipped away again. Although they were very close, they rarely slept together until dawn. Even at home, after doing what they love to do, they sleep in separate rooms.

Anbu usually only sleeps for more than 2 hours, and she has to stay active during the rest of the time, otherwise her body and brain will gradually become rigid. She really doesn't want Jian Ningxuan to suddenly find that there is a person lying next to her in a strange position, and she can't even get up. of zombies.

Walking on the street until after 10 o'clock, Anbu plans to go to the market to buy some ingredients, and then go home to feed her cat owner.

At this moment, a red sports car suddenly stopped in front of her, a familiar face appeared in the window, and greeted with a smile, "What a coincidence, Miss An."

"Mr. Tong?" An Bu recognized that the man in the car was Tong Jun whom he had seen at the treasure appraisal meeting yesterday.

Tong Jun made no secret of his affection for An Bu, and warmly invited: "Miss An hasn't eaten yet? I wonder if I have the honor to invite Miss An to lunch?"

An Bu looked at him calmly, and found that the yin qi on his body was stronger than before, and he didn't know if he went to the cemetery last night to dance, and the yin qi grew faster than her corpse.

An Bu laughed unintentionally: "Where is Mr. Tong going to invite me to eat, if it's a normal place, I won't go."

"Hahaha." Tong Jun laughed a few times and said, "Okay, for the sake of Bomei people, I decided to donate my private restaurant."

He got out of the car, helped Anbu open the car door, made a gesture of invitation, and said to himself, "I'm happy with you."

An Bu bent over and got into the car, with a smile on his face all the time, but there was peace in his eyes.

The car drove for thirty minutes and finally stopped at an alley. It is far away from the urban area, the environment is quiet, and the alleys are crisscrossed, making it easy for outsiders to get lost.

Tong Jun led Anbu around, and finally walked into a courtyard house. There were two men sitting beside the stone table in the yard, one in his sixties, with white hair and squinting eyes, with a careful look. The other was in his forties, with half-length hair covering half of his face, with a grim expression, giving him a gloomy feeling.

When the two saw Tong Jun coming in, they originally wanted to say hello, but after seeing An Bu behind them, they all stopped talking, with hesitation in their eyes.

Tong Jun ignored them, pretended not to know them, and led An into the inner room, shouting, "Chef Qiao, I have a guest today. You can cook me some good dishes."

A burly burly man glanced over here, then shrank back.

"Miss An, don't mind." Tong Jun explained while pouring tea for An Bu, "The chefs and guests here are very weird, but the food tastes really good."

An Bu showed a bit of restraint at the right time, like an ignorant little white flower, looking around curiously, but secretly surprised. This courtyard house has a history of at least three hundred years. Although it has been renovated many times, The heavy feeling contained in it can't deceive people. In the past, it should have been instructed by experts and invited the spirits of the town house. It's a pity that after too long, the effect of the spirits has been minimal, and the yin qi that was originally suppressed began to spread, affecting everyone who came in and out of the house little by little.

Looking at the yin qi in Tong Jun and the two diners outside, they must have a deep connection with this house, and they often come into contact with obscure things, otherwise it is impossible to have such a strong yin qi.

The heavier the yin qi, the lower the anger, and the probability of encountering the disaster of blood light is much higher than ordinary people.

The reason why An Bu accepted Tong Jun's invitation was to investigate his details. The so-called dark things are mostly ancient funeral objects or sacrifices. Officer Sun wanted to find the stolen cultural relics, and Tong Jun could definitely be the first suspect. Even if the cultural relics he handled were not the ones that were stolen, he must have also participated in other illegal transactions.

Relying that he was a dead man, An Bu was fearless and followed him to the den of thieves.

But after a long time, the chef Qiao brought the cooked food to the table, and then went back to the kitchen without a word.

"Miss An, try it out, do you agree?" Tong Jun greeted with a smile.

An Bu tasted the delicious food reservedly, nodded and praised: "It's very delicious."

In fact, it is like chewing wax, and eating without taste. The only advantage is that it is clean and hygienic, and it does not increase her death qi value. It is very good to be able to do this.

At the dinner table, Tong Jun was very talkative and would not be cold at all. It seems that Anbu is the goal of pursuit, but it does not appear abrupt. Naturally, the relationship is closer, from hobbies to entertainment, from life to career, and quietly understand each other's situation. It's a pity that he encountered an old corpse, regardless of age, experience, emotional intelligence or IQ, there is a gap between him and him in the world of yin and yang.

After eating a meal for more than an hour, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves. Tong Jun succeeded in getting Anbu's phone number, and then sent her home in a gentlemanly manner. However, An Bu only sent him to the square, so as not to be caught by her cat owner and cause unnecessary misunderstanding.

After parting ways with Tong Jun, An Bu took out his mobile phone and found that Jian Ningxuan didn't call her or text her. She guessed that the cat master was arrogant again, waiting for her to go back and take the initiative to explain.

Anbu knew that he could locate his mobile phone, so he must know exactly where she went.

After thinking about it, An Bu called Jian Ningxuan: "Mr. Jian, have you eaten yet?"

Jian Ningxuan: "No."

"What to eat?"

"Casual."

"Then I'll buy the ingredients and you'll make them for me."

"I do?"

"Yes."

"I'm not very good at."

"Do whatever you know, I don't pick tastes."

Jian Ningxuan: "...Okay."

After the call, Jian Ningxuan's first thing was to search for recipes online.

An Bu thought to himself that the first thing the cat master would do is to look for recipes on the Internet.

【Skills with Consonance √】

On the other side, in Chef Qiao's courtyard, Gong Jiu said to Wu Yong, "Tong Jun is too naive, how can he bring outsiders here?"

Wu Yong said coldly: "That girl is a little strange."

"What's so strange?" Gong Jiu wondered, "I observed it secretly for a long time, and she seemed to be a little girl who didn't know much about the world."

"The feeling she gave me..." Wu Yong replied with a stiff expression: "It's like a hundred-year-old corpse in an ancient tomb."

"Hahaha." Gong Jiu said with a smile, "How can you treat a delicate girl as a hundred-year-old corpse?"

"Anyway," Wu Yong's tone was straight, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion, "let Tong Jun stay away from her."

...

An Bu came home with two bags of ingredients, and spread the table in pieces. Jian Ningxuan felt a lot of pressure.

It's not that he doesn't understand cooking at all, but he hasn't done it for a long time, so it's inevitable that he's unfamiliar, and he doesn't want Anbu to eat unpalatable food.

"Mr. Jian, what are you going to do?" An Bu asked while sorting out the ingredients.

Jian Ningxuan said solemnly, "Tomato fried noodles."

Anbu made a move and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't buy noodles."

Jian Ningxuan said again: "Fruit toast sandwich."

"...I didn't buy toast."

Jian Ningxuan: "Cream mushroom soup."

"No mushrooms."

Jian Ningxuan fell silent, glanced over the ingredients on the table one by one, and finally chose a dish with all the ingredients: "Cheese mashed potatoes!"

An Bu gave him a "lovely" look: "The house has run out of cheese."

Jian Ningxuan suddenly looked like a hopeless life.

An Bu held back his smile, picked up a potato, and comforted: "We can't make cheese mashed potatoes, we can also make country mashed potatoes, bacon mashed potatoes, or mashed potato salad."

Jian Ningxuan picked up the necessary ingredients into the basin without a word, turned and walked into the kitchen, ready to start work.

Seeing that the cat owner was cooking for him hungry, without any complaints, An Bu generously donated his favorite apron to him.

Jian Ningxuan, who was forced to wear a cat skirt: "..." I feel like this meal won't be delicious no matter how I make it...

Just when Jian Ningxuan was busy cooking, An Bu suddenly received a call from Officer Sun.

"Miss An, are you free this afternoon? Can you meet me?"

"Yes, exactly when and where to meet?"

"3 p.m., museum."

"Well, I'll be there on time." An Bu guessed that Officer Sun was looking for her to find out about the treasure appraising club. She planned to let him pay attention to Tong Jun. Regardless of whether the other party had anything to do with the theft of the cultural relics, it was still a clue.

Hanging up the phone, An Bu looked back at the kitchen and found that Jian Ningxuan was still fighting with the ingredients.

An Bu came to the door of the kitchen, leaned over and asked, "Do you want me to help?"

"No." Jian Ningxuan said without looking back, "Go to the living room and lie down, give me half an hour."

"Ok~~"

Half an hour later, Jian Ningxuan stepped on the dot to prepare the food.

A big pot of mashed potato salad, plus two egg waffles.

"Try it." Jian Ningxuan looked solemn like a chef waiting for a gourmet's review.

An Bu picked up the spoon, first took a bite of mashed potatoes, then took another bite of the waffle, and praised: "Not bad!"

Jian Ningxuan stretched her brows and eyes, took off her apron, washed her hands, sat down beside An Bu, and began to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

The two dishes were not difficult, and the taste was alright. Seeing that An Bu was having a good time eating, Jian Ningxuan suddenly got the pleasure of feeding.

No wonder she always likes to cook delicious food for herself, it's really a sense of accomplishment...

Anbu lacks the sense of taste and tastes nothing when he eats, but looking at the shiny cat master, it is really good to eat...