I write novels in Liyue

The only woman with white hair was a woman in her seventies.

She looked at the sky, her eyes filled with tears, expressing her longing as she murmured to herself.

"Time flies, but human kindness endures. Even if I were a ghost, I would really like to see you again... It's just a pity that I'm so old... Even if we met, you would probably find me repulsive."

Seeing this, everyone became even more furious.

They were just joking around, after all, Thomas's martial arts skills were not something that ordinary people could defeat.

However, seeing this scene, even if they are beaten up by Thomas today, they will still have the courage to wield their iron fist of justice!

However, when they turned around, they found that Thomas had already disappeared.

Thomas weaved through the crowd, fleeing all the way back to the Wooden Leak Tea House. As he passed the Adventurers' Guild, he saw Araki Ichito's underling complaining by the roadside. He had wanted to sell his house to invest in his boss's business, but the landlord wouldn't allow it...

On their way back to the wooden teahouse, Taromaru quickly came to greet them.

Thomas finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He ran until he was covered in sweat, then took a bath in the men's bathroom of the Wooden Leak Tea House to relax.

It soaked for a long time.

"When will this end?"

Thomas stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

I'll be staying home again soon.

I hope no one dies in Ms. Fang Qiu's next book...

Otherwise, it would be a double blow from both "A Chinese Ghost Story" and the new work.

He's in big trouble now.

After all, he faced not only verbal attacks but also considerable criticism in writing.

Yaedo has already published several books based on him as the prototype of villains.

Sales are quite good.

A Mondstadt native, the Eye of the Fire element, with blond hair, who calls himself a local strongman, and is the housekeeper of a large family in Inazuma.

They're practically just writing their own names on it.

That's fine.

There are even people who write stories about him being gender-swapped into a blonde beauty and then imprisoned and disciplined in a basement...

It sent chills down his spine.

but.

Besides the bad things, there were also good things. At least it proved that Miss Fang Qiu could indeed write good ghost stories.

The use of text narration alone can create a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

not bad.

We're getting closer to truly legendary ghost stories...

Just as Thomas was looking forward to Fang Qiu's next real ghost story novel, a voice rang out from outside the bathroom.

"Thoma, Ayaka bought a hot pot, and..."

Let's eat together.

Chapter 554 The Indescribable

Fire... hot pot?

Upon hearing that his young mistress had bought hot pot ingredients, Thomas was stunned for a moment, and then felt a dull ache in his stomach...

What happened to believing in yourself...?

Why do we still have hot pot tonight...?

"Thoma?"

Seeing that Thomas didn't reply, Ayato Kamisato tentatively called out to Thomas from outside the bathroom.

"Understood... Master, I'm coming right away."

Thomas said.

After quickly taking a shower, Thomas changed into a black and red outfit and walked out of the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, I saw the young lady and the head of the family sitting at the table, with Taromaru squatting to the side, staring intently at the meat on the table, his mouth practically watering.

On the table, there were hot coals.

In addition, there were stacks of hot pot ingredients on the table.

There was beef, mutton, pork, slime, lizard tail, raw violet, and a dish of large intestine that, although cleaned, still had some foul-smelling parts that hadn't been removed, along with some unidentifiable objects.

Those indescribable things can be loosely defined as food...

If animals can be defined as food simply because they like to eat them...

"To make the hot pot game more fun, and to ensure that everyone can eat their favorite soup base, based on Ms. Fang Qiu's suggestion when she was at Inazuma, I had someone make a three-part pot, dividing the pot's space into three equal parts, separated from each other."

Ayaka Kamisato said with a smile.

Upon hearing Ayaka Kamisato's words, Thomas realized the difference in the pot.

The soup base is kept separate, meaning that even if he chooses some very strange ingredients, the soup base will not affect the head of the family and the young lady...

This……

Thomas swallowed hard.

but.

As the saying goes, fortune changes every day.

No one can be unlucky forever.

Great misfortune is followed by great fortune.

I can't always choose the worst-tasting option.

Thinking about this.

Thomas sat down on the futon with a determined look in his eyes.

The hot pot game is officially starting!

The first step is to choose the broth!

"My turn! Draw a card!"

Thomas personally shuffled the cards with different hot pot soup bases written on them, then focused his gaze and precisely drew the dango milk soup base from three cards with identical backs, choosing from the light, slightly spicy, and dango milk options.

"Hey, Thomas's lucky."

Ayato Kamisato smiled faintly.

"Master, how is this not good..."

Thomas instinctively covered his head.

Shuffle the cards yourself, choose your own cards first...

Choose one of the three.

This actually got the dumpling milk flavor...

"Let's begin then."

After everyone added their respective pot bases and waited for the pots to boil, Ayato Kamisato smiled faintly and said...

Each dish has a number on it. You draw a number according to the round, and then you cook the dish that you drew according to the number.

Hot pot is war!

"Thoma, you go first."

Ayato Kamisato smiled faintly.

"Ah."

Thomas did not refuse.

Starting in the first round means more possibilities.

Although if you wait until the head of the family and the young lady have both drawn strange foods before you draw, the probability of drawing normal foods will increase significantly.

However, the reverse is also true.

Therefore, it's better to take your destiny into your own hands!

So Thomas drew a card.

Number 8!

Thomas's gaze sharpened as he looked in the direction of the number.

It was a yellowish, gel-like slime...

Looking at the boiling milk dumplings in the pot and the soft, bouncy slime liquid bubbling and rolling inside, Thomas couldn't help but swallow.

It wasn't because he wanted to eat it.

It was fear.

Although he had tried his best to conceal his fear with calmness, he couldn't hold back any longer when he used a spoon and chopsticks to remove the slime, covered in the sticky milky yolks, from the pot...

This……

Is this thing... really edible?

After hesitating for a moment, Thomas cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

The moment Thomas tasted the slime liquid, he immediately frowned and unconsciously pursed his lips.

However, after tasting it carefully, I found that the slime gel mixed with the dumpling milk actually tasted quite good.

It has a refreshing taste.