Deep in the Living

Chapter 698 Mouth

"Luo Di, Wu Wen, and Hua Yuan, you will share a table with this newcomer, Mr. Qu, today. I will prepare a feast."

"Isn't this supposed to be a single-person meal for individuals?" Roddy was actually missing Hunter's noodles.

"Today is a bit special, so Roddy, come and help me chop vegetables. It'll be a lot of work."

"Row."

The food took much longer to arrive than usual today; we waited a full twenty minutes.

Wearing an apron, Hunter personally pushed the insulated food cart into the private room, which was filled with large dishes.

The first dish served was "Guobaorou" (sweet and sour pork), piled high on a plate the size of a washbasin. It was extremely crispy and had a perfectly balanced sweet and sour flavor.

The second serving of freshly fried eggplant fritters is filled with meat filling and fresh eggplant, with juicy sauce seeping into the filling, making every bite incredibly satisfying.

The third dish is the heavyweight "braised pork knuckle", consisting of at least four huge slices of pork knuckle stacked together, with a rich soy sauce flavor and no fishy smell at all.

The fourth serving was also freshly fried "deep-fried meatballs," with an extremely thin, crispy crust and perfectly seasoned meat filling. You'll want to eat one after another.

The fifth dish, "Chicken Stew with Mushrooms," took up a full third of the table. The broth was delicious and the chicken was tender.

For the last dish, Hunter brought the wok and ingredients directly, slicing the pork liver on the spot to make a "stir-fried liver tip". As for the heat source, Roddy took care of it, placing his palm on the bottom of the wok and instantly raising the temperature to 300℃.

Stir-fry over high heat for ten seconds. Crispy yet tender, with a wonderful wok hei (wok aroma).

Mr. Qu unconsciously picked up his chopsticks, even though he had never used chopsticks before in the fishing village, where all his nutrition was obtained through "flesh and blood transport".

His special senses allow him to perceive the images and smells of the dishes.
This inexplicable sense of familiarity was slightly shaking his memory.

*Sizzle* ~ Facial tear.

The mouth with its vertical structure reappeared, and the teeth inside were still uneven.

As he picked up the first piece of sweet and sour pork and put it in his mouth, the familiar taste burst forth in his mouth.

Click~ The long-forgotten memories seem to be loosening.

As Mr. Qu ate more and more delicious food, his mouth changed from vertical to horizontal, and his mouth position returned to where a normal human mouth would be.

The teeth inside become neat and arranged in an arc shape to fit food.

The taste buds inside the mouth, along with the tongue, are part of the oral cavity's taste system, designed to detect the right flavors.

He ate more than half of the entire meal.

The others were shocked by the enormous amount of food the other person ate, while Hunter stood by and watched the other person eat with a smile on his face.

After finishing eating,

Mr. Qu's mouth is normal now, and his pronunciation is close to standard, but he still has some mental confusion, saying, "It's delicious, thank...thank you."

"My job is to ensure that the members of the school are satisfied with their food."

Mr. Qu got up and moved over.

This seemingly simple gesture of getting close caused Hunter's smile to freeze instantly, and cold sweat poured out from his pores.

This was the only living being Hunter had ever seen that he couldn't dissect, couldn't effectively devour, and whose very teeth refused to gnaw on.

Even though the other party clearly had no hostility, his body instinctively wanted to back away.

But his willpower held him up, and he stood there until Mr. Qu came to him.

I took the initiative to shake hands again.

When the palms are pressed together, a strange exchange of flesh and blood takes place at the fingertips.

"Let's talk tonight."

"can."

Roddy, who was still eating meatballs, naturally saw this scene.

For some reason, he felt somewhat relieved. He no longer held a grudge against Hunter and even regarded him as a mentor.

I thought Mr. Qu, this problematic monster, would cause a lot of trouble in Whirlpool Town, but who knew things would turn out like this.

Moreover, this meal also repaired some of his memories, and his subsequent life in Whirlpool Town and his studies at school are very likely to bring him back to normal.

It has to be said, Hunter really knows his stuff.

Roddy held a jar of eggplants in his hand, contemplating his future plans:
"I originally planned to take Wu Wen with me to the Jiang residence, but it seems that's not going to happen now. At this stage, it's definitely better to keep Mr. Qu at the school."

He had finally managed to become somewhat familiar with the place, and if he went with Wu Wen to make contact with the Jiang family, he might end up back in his original, primitive state.

Besides, I can't take Wu Wen on a risky trip; she's in a crucial period and should be about to break through.

It's too dangerous for me to go alone. Just like Yu Ze said, what the other party might be after isn't me as a person, but my body.

I need to find someone to go with... I've got it! There's a guy who'll definitely go.

While Mr. Qu was talking with Hunter, Luo Di secretly transmitted his voice to Wu Wen, who was not far away, explaining that he was going to the Jiang residence.

Although the latter emphasized the danger, he was no longer worried when he heard about the companions Roddy was going to find.

Indeed, Wu Wen needs to integrate the system recently, and is only one step away from a breakthrough, so she doesn't have time to go out.

Just after the two finished their quiet conversation, Roddy's tongue unconsciously curled up, and he suddenly turned his head, only to find two hands gently resting on his shoulders.

A face with only a mouth is right next to it.

Just as Roddy was about to explain something but didn't know what to say, the hand on his shoulder suddenly moved away, and Mr. Qu returned to his seat.

He seemed very happy today and didn't seem to care about these little things.

The meal is over.

As everyone walked out of the cafeteria to get on with their own business, an extra person appeared at the cafeteria entrance.

An old man with tattered clothes and disheveled white hair.

He was lying on a tattered cloth, and a broken bowl was placed in front of him.

"Handsome guys and beautiful girls, please have mercy! I haven't had a fresh meal of tongue for days."

Could you please cut off your tongues for me, preferably completely removed? If that's inconvenient, I can do it for you.

The white-haired old man seemed to have a clear goal. He crawled over as he spoke, his mud-covered hands grabbing Mr. Qu's trouser leg. His face seemed to say only one word: "pitiful".

This behavior was bound to be dangerous, and Wu Wen was about to explain and introduce the beggar's identity in detail when...

Mr. Qu had already squatted down.
With its faceless form staring directly at the disheveled "beggar," it spoke haltingly through a completely new human mouth: "You're strong... why... are you begging?"

The beggar smiled, sticking out his tongue as he explained, "I like this feeling. Things that are obtained without effort are the most delicious."

"I'll give it to you based on my ability..."

"OK then."

Simple conversation,

Luo Di, however, had already sensed the danger and immediately pulled Wu Wen and Hua Yuan away.

At the same time,

A tongue monster that had completely erased its own pheromones and no longer existed in reality was already close behind Mr. Qu and was about to succeed.

Swish!
Countless red flesh surged from its back, transforming into tiny pillars of flesh that pierced through the tongue monster, killing it instantly.

Gustav was also implicated and spat out a mouthful of blood... However, the blood sprayed directly onto Mr. Qu.

These blood-stained body parts rapidly mutated, growing tongue-like structures.

Numerous tongues began to peel away Mr. Qu's flesh... but no matter how they peeled, the flesh beneath the skin remained almost unchanged. Sometimes, even before the flesh was peeled away, fresh flesh would regenerate prematurely.

Subtracting any real number from infinity still results in infinity.

However, a thick saliva took the opportunity to seep in. This was the saliva that Gustave had specially prepared over the past few days, which had been fermenting in his body for several days.

I felt a slight physical discomfort.

Mr. Qu, who was in a good mood, had some of his primal instincts triggered and slapped him across the face.

This was no simple slap; it felt like a tidal wave of flesh and blood, hundreds or even thousands of meters long, crashing down at maximum speed.

Tap! (A clicking sound)

The sound was so loud that it shattered all the glass windows in the cafeteria, and Luo Di and the others had to cover their ears to protect themselves.

However, the final result did not change much.

Gusta was struck head-on by the palm strike. The shockwave spread out, and he was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing through the school wall and passing through buildings on three streets before finally coming to a stop.

His body was almost falling apart, and it was only by the tongue inside his body that he was barely able to maintain his integrity.

However, Gustav had a smile on his face because a severed tongue was tightly gripping his hand.

On campus,
Mr. Qu touched his mouth and found that a piece of his tongue was broken off, which made him recall what had just happened.

Instead of dodging the palm strike, the beggar charged forward. The opponent's arms transformed into an extremely flexible, tongue-shaped structure, coiling upwards like a snake.

The saliva that had been stored in the body also bursts forth at this time, causing a sudden muscle imbalance in the jaw area, resulting in the mouth opening wide.

The theft was successful.

Since the other party had obtained the tongue through their own abilities, Mr. Qu no longer cared and instead revealed a slightly manic smile.

"An interesting...town."

(End of this chapter)