Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Let me see, what the hell are you doing...huh?"

The imaginary bad scene did not appear. Liuhua placed a row of familiar kitchen utensils in front of him, as well as a few nondescript potatoes mixed with it.

"What is this..."

Wu also opened his eyes unexpectedly.

"Don't look...!"

Reaching out, grabbing the ugly potato in front of him and hiding it behind him, Liuhua lowered his head in embarrassment.

"This, this is the food I prepared..."

"You, cooking?"

At this time Wu also discovered that Liuhua was wearing the apron he usually wears.

"Uh, uh..."

Lowering his head, Liuhua Nuonuo said:

"Take also seems to have no energy today. Mr. Mori told me that hand-made cooking can refresh you."

He was speechless, after he understood the reason for Liuhua, Wu also opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Now he couldn't utter a word of the preaching that had reached his lips.

It took a long time before he laughed and said:

"Stupid? You, if a meal can be as simple as it can help others to cheer up, it would be too cheap."

The curvature of the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and Wu Ye stepped forward and lifted the gurgling pot lid:

"What are you doing?"

"……curry."

"Curry? Is this this?"

Seeing the gloomy color in the pot, it seemed that there was no normal curry feeling at all.

"Because it's the first time doing..."

Having roughly understood his level, Liuhua shrank his neck a little bit frustrated.

"Then I will help you."

"Wu Ye?"

Liuhua looked at Wu Ye in surprise, and saw that he picked up a soup ladle, Wu Ye took out a little soup from the pot and tasted it.

"...It smells a bit strange, what's wrong with you?"

"No, no... nothing!"

Looking at Wu Ye in a daze, Liuhua's face suddenly turned red, and then he stood on the side with his head hanging down without a word.

"Hmm, the smell is a bit strange..."

After taking another sip of the soup, Wu Ye felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. It was a bit strange and a bit warm, and he was unexpectedly happy.

Unconsciously tasting one after another, Wu Ye couldn't hide the arc of his mouth.

Why is it like this? Mingming Liuhua’s cuisine can’t be served on the counter at all, and although the taste is very strange, it has a familiar familiarity... Yes, the taste is a bit familiar, it’s almost like it is, it’s almost like it is...like it is , Yesterday's fragrance from the other shore?!

The hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, Wu Ye's smile slowly stiffened, and then his eyes went dark, and his thoughts sank into the deep seabed...

Chapter 17 Dog Food Is Poisonous

When I opened my eyes again, the sun wheel on the horizon was already rising, the road in front of me was still so familiar, and the wild flowers above the wasteland were still swaying.

All I can see is the bare cherry blossom forest. If Wu remembers it correctly, this place is the land of the undead named Wuyuan Mound.

Looking around in a dazed manner, there are many people standing scattered around. They have different clothes, including suits and leather shoes, straw sandals, and even armored uniforms.

The only thing in common is that under the rising sunlight, they all present a translucent sense of unreality, like dead spirits, or...

They are the undead.

"Hey, old man, how did you die?"

"Me? I accidentally fell into the lake and drowned when I was fishing, how about you boy?"

"Uncle, you are so miserable? I'm okay. I owe a little money and can't change it, so the tram station in front of my house is lying on the rail.

"It sounds so painful."

"Fortunately, fortunately, it disappeared in an instant, and it's not a big deal. There was a little brother over there who was allegedly stabbed to death by his girlfriend.

"Boy, your heart is so big... Hey, there seems to be another little guy over there."

The old man in a suit leaned on a bamboo stick and came to Wu Ye who stood blankly.

"Boy, hey, got back to my mind boy."

"Uh, huh?"

"Hehe, it seems that I haven't understood where I am, boy."

The old man sighed softly, seeming to have seen this situation countless times, and he slowly said:

"Remember how you died? Young man."

"dead?"

Takeya frowned, saying that he only remembered that he had just tasted the curry made by Liuhua, why did he return to Gensokyo for some reason...wait!

Wu Ye's face suddenly became quite exciting after seeing the surroundings and understanding the situation for a moment:

"...Damn! What is the operation of being poisoned by the dog food that I have distributed!"

"Poison...Oh, it seems that your experience, young man, seems a bit tragic compared to ours."

With Wu's ugly face, the old man sighed and shook his head:

"Sorrow and change, since you are dead, don't miss the things of the world."

"..."

Pointing at herself crying, Wu Ye couldn't say anything, and she didn't know if she was angry or depressed.