Xuanxia

Chapter 364 Zhu Mei
When Wu Yan woke up, the dim light of an oil lamp was swaying above his head.

His heart skipped a beat instantly.

When did I fall into a coma?!
No matter how badly he was injured, he never experienced "blackout"!

However, this sense of vigilance only flashed by for a moment and then disappeared.

He saw the silly woman.

She squatted beside the stove not far away, holding a charred piece of food that could barely be identified as a chicken, tearing and chewing it, eating it with great relish.

Wu Yan quickly understood his situation.

When he broke down the door, he fainted due to severe exhaustion.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed in this silly woman's home, and it was already dark outside the window - probably after opening the door, the woman casually dragged him to the bed.

And this silly woman, since no one prepared food for her, had to cook for herself.

Of course, her cooking skills were terrible, or even nonexistent. She caught a chicken from someone's pen and probably didn't pluck the chicken clean, drain the blood, or even take out the internal organs. Somehow she killed the chicken and threw it into the burning stove.

The skin of this chicken has been burnt into charcoal... If it is roasted like this, the meat inside must be burnt as well and it will definitely not taste good.

But the silly woman ate very happily. Her mouth was full of gray color from the charcoal powder, but she didn't care at all. She ate everything that was handed to her mouth in big mouthfuls.

Wu Yan didn't find it strange. When people are hungry, they must eat. When they are really hungry, who cares what the food is like?

He reached out and stroked himself a little.

Most of the injuries have healed and my strength has returned a lot... Most of the broken bones in my body have healed, leaving only a few of the most serious bone injuries that have not yet healed; the big bloody hole in my chest and abdomen no longer runs through from front to back, my internal organs have all recovered, and the rest are flesh injuries.

This way, you can eat.

At this moment, probably noticing his movement of examining his injuries, the silly woman stopped tearing the chicken, turned her head and glanced at him.

Those innocent, bright, empty and foolish eyes were full of curiosity and doubt.

She wasn't scared at all.

Wu Yan didn't find it strange - hunger was the most terrible thing in the world, and her mind was filled with only hunger. Now that her stomach was full, what was there to be afraid of?
He slowly climbed out of bed and walked towards the woman.

The woman blinked and looked at him.

Wu Yan looked at the chicken in the woman's hand - most parts were burnt, and she had taken many bites of it, so now the whole chicken was inedible.

He also saw the woman's deflated belly.

She won't be full if she eats like this.

Wu Yan was also very hungry, so he decided...

"Wait for me here," he said. "I'll cook."

The silly woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, she suddenly threw away the chicken-like thing in her hand that had no chicken in it at all and ran out of the room.

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, then decided to ignore her and go get some ingredients himself - the meal was ready anyway, and hungry people would come to him following the aroma.

But before he stepped out of the room, he heard the silly woman running back.

"Brother! It's delicious!"

The woman had bright eyes and was holding a small torn sack in her arms. She strode to Wu Yan and showed the sack in front of her as if she was presenting a treasure.

She was straightforward. When her husband died, she didn't show any sadness. She called everyone she saw brother...

Wu Yan even had some doubts. Could she recognize the difference between each person?

Is it true that in her heart, anyone who opens the door is her "brother"?
In the sack lay a dead chicken, a dead goose, some muddy green vegetables, onions, garlic sprouts... and a raw pig's leg that came from nowhere.

Wu Yan's eyes also lit up.

He took the sack without hesitation, turned around and walked towards the stove in the room.

There was a complete set of kitchen utensils in the room - although the kitchen knives were not sharp and were very old, they were not a problem at all for a killer like him.

He first carefully cleaned the dead chicken and goose, plucked the feathers, removed the internal organs, and then rinsed them repeatedly with clean water until the meat appeared white and translucent; then, he placed the pork leg on the chopping board, skillfully trimmed off the excess fat and fascia with the blade of a knife, and cut it into even-sized chunks.

Wu Yan's cooking skills are just like his killing methods, every movement is incredibly smooth and natural.

He put the chopped pork leg into a ceramic pot, added appropriate amount of water and seasoning, and then slowly simmered it on the stove. At the same time, he took out the green vegetables, onions and garlic sprouts, washed and cut them one by one, and put them aside for later use.

As the heat was just right, the aroma of the pork leg meat gradually spread, interweaving with the fresh grass scent in the air, making people salivate... Then, Wu Yan marinated the chicken and goose meat with the common spices used by farmers for a while. While he was at it, he built a small grill and slowly grilled the chicken and goose meat on the grill.

The aroma of roasted meat and the rich smell of stewed meat were intertwined. The silly woman squatted aside, her mouth wide open, crystal saliva hanging on her lips, sucking and dripping.

At this time, Wu Yan had already dug out some flour from the corner of the kitchen.

The silly woman didn't know how to cook with flour, but he did.

He began to knead the dough and make pancakes. His fingers danced deftly on the dough. Soon, pancakes of even thickness appeared in his hands.

Finally, Wu Yan cut the roasted chicken and goose into shreds, rolled them into pancakes together with chopped vegetables and green onions, and paired them with the soft and tasty stewed pork leg and rich broth. A sumptuous meal was presented before his eyes.

The silly woman had already sat down at the table, but she was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, she waited obediently for Wu Yan to finish the last dish. However, her hands rubbing the chopsticks constantly revealed her anxiety.

It was not until Wu Yan sat down at the table that she impatiently stretched out her chopsticks.

Neither of them spoke, they just ate in silence and devoured the food.

The small village outside the window is already filled with a fishy smell.

The villagers killed by Wu Yan last night had begun to stink and rot, and the village was full of flies and insects, but it did not affect the two of them at all.

The more they ate, the more delicious it tasted and the more intoxicated they became.

Wu Yan didn't pursue the color, smell and taste of food deliberately, but delicious food always seemed to make him feel better, so he unknowingly figured out a set of cooking skills that were not sophisticated but also amazing. But when he ate, he didn't give people a feeling of "enjoying food".

He ate very quickly, using both hands and gobbling up the food in no time, like a homeless person eating leftovers given to him by others.

And the silly woman... was exactly the same as him.

She also ate very fast. She didn't even know how to use chopsticks. The chopsticks were just two bamboo sticks in her hands. When the two sticks couldn't string things together, she would just use her hands. She didn't care even if her hands got greasy. She would even reach into the broth and fish out the pork leg.

And the broth that soaked her dirty hands... did not affect Wu Yan's appetite at all. He would still pick up the soup bowl and drink it in big gulps.

"belch……"

The silly woman put down her chopsticks, held her belly which was bulging with food with her greasy hands, and burped with satisfaction.

Wu Yan also let out a long sigh.

This meal was not the one he had eaten the most in these years, but it was the most satisfying one.

He looked at the silly woman, watching her licking the soup at the bottom of the bowl with unsatisfied look, and suddenly his heart was moved.

This was something he had never felt before.

Even when facing the most dangerous target, his heart had never beaten so fast.

Even when facing the unpredictable Lord, he had never felt so lost.

Even when he was hungriest and in the most pain, he never panicked like this.

He suddenly felt that it would be very, very painful if he could never see this woman again and never have dinner with her again.

And without me, would she still be able to eat such meals?

"What's your name?"

Wu Yan suddenly asked.

The silly woman looked up at him, her beautiful big eyes full of confusion.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Wu Yan asked again: "What do others call you?"

"Others call me..." The silly woman suddenly grinned, "Silly woman, dead woman, idiot...but they are all wrong! I call you sister!"

Wu Yan looked at her and felt a little crazy.

The silly woman had a pretty face, her thin and fair face looked like delicate porcelain; her eyes were big and empty, revealing an innocent folly.

At this moment, her face was greasy from eating, with food residue hanging from the corners of her mouth, but she was still smiling sweetly and foolishly, like an innocent child, making people feel pity for her.

Love...what kind of feeling is this?
"From now on, you have to have your own name."

Wu Yan suddenly asked, "What's your last name?"

"Surname? What's your surname?" the silly woman asked with her head tilted, but her mind was not here. She noticed a pig bone on the table with some uneaten meat on it, so she picked up the bone happily.

"surname……"

Wu Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought of a long, long time ago.

By then he had lost his home and was living on the streets.

On the street, he fought a group of beggars to the death for a stinky steamed bun.

He was thin and weak, but not afraid of pain. The only thing in his eyes was the stinky steamed bun. He only knew that these people were preventing him from filling his stomach.

So he let the beggars punch and kick him, no matter whether it was bricks or sticks that hit the back of his head, no matter how much blood flowed, he just calmly took a broken, spiked stick and stabbed the beggars.

When passers-by saw the blood, they screamed and ran away.

Wu Yan was satisfied. He stepped over the dead beggars, sat in the corner, picked up the steamed bun weakly and started eating.

After taking a bite, he found that the bun was a bit too hard, so he dipped it in the blood flowing from his body, softened the bun, and ate it happily.

At this moment, a tall figure stood in front of him, blocking the sunlight from the eaves.

"Come with me and you can have food." said the man.

Wu Yan's eyes lit up. He bit his bun hard and asked, "What should I do then?"

The tall figure looked down at the bodies of the beggars on the ground and said calmly, "Same as what you just did."

Wu Yan thought about it and felt that this was very simple.

So he nodded vigorously.

The tall figure hummed and said calmly: "In this case, you need a name."

"Today I grant you the surname Wu. It is not destiny or fate, but my will. From now on, you will be my sword, ruthless and heartless, and disgusted with the mundane world."

……

Wu Yan raised his head, and the silly woman said, "Surname is just a symbol. You can use whatever surname you like."

The silly woman gnawed on a pig bone and blinked: "Then the last name is Pig!"

"pig……"

Wu Yan looked at her and said slowly: "You said you called her sister, and your last name is Zhu, so let's call her Zhu Mei."

"From now on, follow me and you can have food."

"Go with you?" Silly woman... or Zhu Mei, her eyes lit up and she raised her head: "Then, what do I need to do?"

Wu Yan raised his eyelids calmly and said word by word: "You don't need to do anything."

(End of this chapter)