The child who was less than one year old followed the woman's back and merged with the boiling soy milk with a "thud" sound. He was instantly drowned without even making a cry.

White and tender baby paper, white soy milk, and white steam.

The woman's shrill screams broke through the roof.

Pei Yuhuan stretched out her hand silently, thinking she knew the answer to this question.

Ah.

Return poetry and distance.

It turns out she is too sweet.

It’s not easy to encounter a warm and affectionate studio on such an adventure mission.

Horror, thriller and heart-pounding heartbeat are the main dishes.

The woman's face was pale, and she was staring into the pot. Her eyeballs were protruding and covered with bloodshot eyes, her pupils shrank violently, her lips were trembling, and within a short time, her originally red lips turned white and cracked.

The whole body was shaking violently.

My hair was wet and sticky with cold sweat, and the veins on my neck popped out.

The spatula in his hand had already fallen to the ground.

"Son... son..."

"My...my son..."

Pei Yuhuan pursed his lips and continued to act as a bystander who witnessed history.

Ran goose——

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all your fault!!!"

"Why didn't you remind me! You were standing nearby, why didn't you help me!"

The woman's paper-white face turned to her sharply, and her snake-like cold and sticky eyes were fixed on her, as if looking at a corpse.

"you saw it!"

"You just watched my son fall into the pot, just watch like that!"

"Why don't you catch him?"

"You can catch him!"

"My son is still so young...why wasn't you the one who died? Yes, it was you who deserved to die. It was you who deserved to die!"

Her expression was ferocious, and countless vicious curses spewed from her gray lips.

It looked like Pei Yuhuan had killed her son.

at the same time.

The heat in the iron pot became stronger, and larger and larger bubbles bubbled out of the water, then exploded.

Accompanied by the woman's curses, which were like nails scraping against a wall, a snow-white ball slowly emerged from the boiling water.

It's very white.

Like a tender piece of tofu.

Gently swirling in the boiling soy milk, under the dim light, it looks even more tender and tender.

"Woooo..."

A baby's cry sounded in the kitchen.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Mom, it hurts so much, the soy milk is so hot!"

"Why don't you think favorably of me? Why? I don't want to die. I don't want to die!"

"I want to come out, I want to come out!"

…

The snow-white "ball" howled. Every time it moved, a piece of flesh fell off its face and melted directly into the condensed bean curd.

The woman is extremely distressed.

"Mom is here to help you. Don't worry, mom will fish you out right now..."

As he spoke, he picked up the colander on the side and stretched it towards the "ball".

Um.

Just put the "ball" inside, not too much, not too little, just right.

only--

"Ah! Son, why do you only have your head left!!!"

"Ahhh! Mom, why do I only have my head left!!! Where is my body! Where are my hands and feet!"

Two equally pale heads turned stiffly towards Pei Yuhuan. The woman's eyes were dry and gray, and the "ball" eyes... well, they were cooked. The two "people" raised their lips, showing a strange and sinister smile.

"Tell me, what should we do?"

The woman's hoarse and resentful voice mixed with the child's shrill voice.

Pour into Pei Yuhuan's ears, making her head dizzy. She couldn't help but want to put her head into the big pot in front of her and let the boiling water soak her brain.

If you wash it...

It won't hurt so much.

It seems that something dirty has entered my brain, and it needs to be thoroughly disinfected and rinsed with boiled water before it can be cured.

The water is so white.

so white.

It seems to be glowing. If you jump in, will you be able to wash away your sins and become a Buddha immediately? Yes, this must be the road to heaven.

White stairs...

There is a Sanskrit sound coming from afar. Is it an angel? Right?

Pei Yuhuan closed her eyes and moved her body involuntarily towards the cauldron. She leaned forward, her hair falling from her shoulders, just a few centimeters away from touching the water.

The malice on the faces of the woman and "Pi Qiu" was even worse.

They whispered, like the call of a devil: "Yes, that's it, that's it..."

"You are a good girl. You will definitely take responsibility for the wrong things you have done, right..."

"My son is still inside, listen, he is begging you, he is crying, he is so pitiful, you will save him... No, you must save him..."

"Sister, it hurts me so much..."

The mouths of the two "people" were wide open.

His gray eyes stared covetously at the girl who was about to put her head into the pot. Get closer, get closer, just a little bit closer...

Just at the moment when her hair was about to touch the soy milk, the girl, who seemed to have been unconscious for a long time, suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were clear and penetrating, not as confused as before.

There was a sneer at the corner of Pei Yuhuan's mouth, "As a mother, you don't care if your son hurts. It's none of my business. No, I can give you a hammer!"

After saying that, he grabbed the claw hammer in his hand and smashed it directly towards the woman whose face had become withered, as if she had been sucked dry of water.

The hammer was blessed by the yin energy of the seven members of the Cao family, and it hit the "excess" kimchi jar ten times in a row, like breaking a bamboo, hitting the woman's head hard.

"Ouch...!"

She let out a shrill cry.

Half of his face was sunken.

The "ball" held in his hand was thrown into the air.

Pei Yuhuan's eyes darkened, he held the hammer tightly with both hands, aimed at the target, and hit it hard...

"nice shot!"

The "ball" was hit hard against the wall, and it was like a overripe white honeydew melon.

"However, as you said, I am still a good girl who is kind-hearted, gentle, considerate and willing to help others. Since you sincerely ask me for help, if I don't fulfill your wishes, I will really be sorry for my status as a formal employee of the company.

After all, there are no absolute enemies in this world. As long as you have a wish, you are my potential customers."

"Aren't you asking me what to do? As an experienced employee, I think this should be done."

She raised her claw hammer.

Slamming it hard against the steaming cauldron with the mouth-watering aroma.

The moment the hammer hits the pot.

There was a loud noise.

The white water vapor seemed to be frozen for a second, and then with a crash, the big iron pot was shattered into pieces.

The white inside lost its container before it could react.

Pei Yuhuan calmly took back the hammer and pointed at the stove, "Because you didn't pay the commission, I'm sorry, I can only serve you half."

"But, even if it's half, you've still made a profit."

"Don't you want to find your son? Now, go find him. If there are no accidents, he should be here."

woman:……

When Pei Yuhuan returned to the dim kitchen again, she looked at the bamboo leaves in the pot and felt a little sick.

She will never eat anything related to beans again in her life.

I quickly wrote my answers on the questionnaire and walked outside.
Chapter completed!