When Wang Quan woke up, Little White Hair was no longer in bed.
He took out his phone to check the time. It was half past six in the morning.
Wang Quan had slept for less than three hours.
But surprisingly, he was not sleepy.
He got up and tidied up his wrinkled shirt, tie, and vest. Wang Quan looked back and saw that his suit jacket was draped over the back of the chair.
His expression changed when he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
The door was pushed open. Feng Ah Jiu staggered in with two buckets of water.
Wang Quan asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"I need to get some water to wash up in the morning." Little White Hair was used to it.
She took some firewood to stoke the stove and said, "You city people need to eat one more meal every day. I'll cook for you. Go wash up first, Big Brother. "
Of course, she used cold water to wash up. She had been like this since she was young.
The village girl with white hair did not think much of it. She had been living like this for the past ten years.
But Wang Quan found it hard to accept.
Such a good girl! She was beautiful too! And so considerate!
It made his heart ache!
Where could he find such a girl in this day and age?
Hmm … Ye Shengge could probably do it too. But hers was different from this one.
She was "big" and "long", so there was no such heart-wrenching feeling.
Seeing the girl struggling to lift the bucket of water and pour it into the big black pot on the stove, Wang Quan quickly grabbed the bucket to help, "Is this something you should do? Just sit down and watch me show you what I can do. "
The girl blinked and stood aside obediently, "Thank you, Big Brother."
Oh my!
Wang Quan was even more motivated to start the fire to cook.
Twenty minutes later, looking at the dish on the table that did not look or smell good, even Wang Quan could not tell what ingredients were used in this dish.
He could not be blamed.
It was not easy to control the heat when cooking on the stove. It was not like natural gas, which could be controlled by oneself.
However, Feng Ah Jiu ate very quickly.
She finished the food that made Wang Quan lose his appetite in a few bites. Then, she took the initiative to scoop water from the bucket to wash the dishes.
Wang Quan did not stop her this time.
Standing behind her, Wang Quan watched her squat in front of the house to wash the dishes. He scratched his cheek and said, "The food I made is really edible … Ah Jiu, is Uncle … Brother's cooking really good?"
"It doesn't taste good." Ah Jiu was very honest. "But it's good enough to fill my stomach."
Wang Quan smiled and said, "Very good. Uncle likes honest and obedient girls the most."
Ah Jiu shrank her neck and continued to wash the dishes in silence.
Actually, she wasn't a nobody.
Her lack of expression was because her past life had made her used to speaking less and showing less of her true expression.
But she was not stupid.
She could hear the displeasure in Wang Quan's words.
But she could also hear that Wang Quan's displeasure was actually a joke. He wasn't really angry.
"Brother, I just went home, but Aunt wasn't at home. Did she go out?" Feng Ah Jiu's tone was still completely emotionless.
But Wang Quan narrowed his eyes.
He could hear the slight tremor in the young lady's voice.
It was just a little, but he still noticed it.
However, Wang Quan did not have any killing intent toward the white-haired boy.
It was hard to tell whether it was because she had healed him that his mental state had improved significantly, or because his worldview really followed his facial features, or perhaps it was because of his longing for the white-haired boy as a Chong citizen. In any case, he spoke the truth.
"She went to the city and won't be coming back anymore. I don't think anyone wants you anymore."
It was an obvious lie without any logic.
"Un …"
Feng Ah Jiu continued to wash the dishes and didn't pursue the matter any further.
But her speed of washing the dishes was much faster than before.
Seeing how diligent the white-haired boy was, Wang Quan's mood improved significantly.
Sure enough, if I don't want to become a pervert, I need this kind of healing energy to heal my soul.
"Brother Wang, you're up so early."
Wang Quan turned his head and saw Cheng Weihua walking out of another guest room.
Behind him were the sleepy Xin Zihao and the other two.
Wang Quan had a strange look in his eyes. "You guys … sure are open-minded."
Three men and a woman … Tsk, these "Hell Walkers" sure know how to have fun.
Hmm? Hell Walkers?
How did I know all this?
Wang Quan pursed his lips and glanced at the knowledge that suddenly popped up in his head before tossing it aside.
Cheng Weihua smiled bitterly. "Brother, you misunderstood. This is our first time traveling in the mountains. We were all excited, so we played mahjong the whole night. Did we wake you up?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Feng Ah Jiu.
The three behind him also laughed dryly.
But the three of them laughed so hard that they didn't even dare to look Wang Quan in the eye.
"The soundproofing of this house is pretty good. It really didn't wake me up."
Wang Quan took a step forward to block his view. "But I was playing VS A with my Ah Jiu last night and didn't pay attention to anything else. Did you guys wake up?"
Tsk, sure enough, the Chinese were all white-haired. Where was this middle-aged uncle looking at?
This girl is under my Uncle Wang's protection. You go do what you need to do.
Speaking of which, if the knowledge about "Hell" and "Hell Walkers" in his head was true, then this group of people had to complete the "Hell" mission.
Why did they have the time to talk nonsense with him here?
Could it be that he was actually an important NPC?
Or was the little white hair an important NPC?
Should he kill them? If he had known, he would have done it after discovering them last night.
Wang Quan was a little regretful.
But Cheng Weihua's reaction was even more exaggerated.
He widened his eyes and grabbed Wang Quan's chest. "What did you say?! You said … what were you doing with this little girl?! "
In his excitement, he even forgot how terrifying Wang Quan was according to Xin Zihao and the others.
"Playing cards. You're the only one allowed to play cards and we're not allowed to?" Wang Quan shook off his hand and adjusted his collar and tie. "Besides, Ah Jiu has white hair and a youthful face. Do you think I'm as dirty as you?
"Uncle, can we be more open-minded?"
Cheng Weihua's expression softened. Behind him, the overworked programmer, Lin Yu, widened his eyes and blurted out, "Ah? Isn't that even more problematic? "
Everyone looked at him.
Xin Zihao asked in a low voice, "Brother Lin, what's the problem?"
The older programmer saw everyone looking at him. He huffed and puffed for a long time, his face turning red.
After a while, he gave up and said, "White hair and a youthful face, also known as the white-haired Lolita …"
After saying that, he lowered his head in shame, not afraid that his crown would fall off.
What a f * cking social death …
The surprised gazes of his companions were like sharp arrows that pierced his fragile otaku heart.
"Ah?! Good brother! "
Only Wang Quan was left!
He walked forward and patted Lin Yu's shoulder hard. "Finally, someone can understand my joke! It's too hard for me! "
Lin Yu looked up in shock and saw Wang Quan's sunny smile.
It was the expression of someone who had found a comrade.
He was touched.
Then, he looked horrified and his face was pale. Even the dark circles and bags under his eyes had lightened. "No! It's the 80s! How do you know what a joke is?! "
Wang Quan smiled. "Because I'm also a Hellwalker."
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