Chapter 111: H*ll’s Oil Pot
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Based on the diary’s records, An Bu sent her new phone number to friends she had met in the past year to avoid being treated as a missing person. After sending out the number, she immediately received a bunch of messages—greetings, concerns, invitations, etc. Although not many, they were all from friends who cared deeply.
An Bu patiently replied, spending one or two hours comforting each friend. They held her in their hearts, yet she had forgotten them. For many years, she tried to avoid building too deep relationships with others. Contacts were friendly, partings were casual, time passed quickly, and life went through its natural course of birth, aging, illness, and death. No one could accompany her to the end.
Rubbing the ring on her hand, An Bu believed that when she made this decision, she must have thought it through. At the same time, she intended to reveal her true identity to him. She wouldn’t marry him with this secret, as it would be a deception.
But how should she say it?
“Mr. Jian, what do you think of necrophilia?” “Mr. Jian, I’ve been dead for over eighty years. Can you accept a dead person this old?” “Mr. Jian, if you have a magical undead girlfriend, would you find it trendy?” “Mr. Jian, do you know why I’m not afraid of death? Because I was originally dead.”
An Bu: Hehe…
She felt that no matter how she put it, it was all very strange. She needed a suitable opportunity; it couldn’t be a sudden attack, lest it stimulate the delicate heart of the cat master.
“Bu Bu, it’s time for dinner,” Jian Ningxuan’s voice came from outside the door. Today, he was in charge of cooking and made dishes from An Bu’s recipe.
An Bu came out of the room and saw Jian Ningxuan, wearing a cat-patterned apron, placing the dishes on the table efficiently, with the demeanor of a good husband.
An Bu helped Jian Ningxuan serve the meal, and they sat down together.
Jian Ningxuan held his chopsticks and looked at her, as if waiting for her approval. Knowing that she couldn’t taste the food, he was extremely confident in his cooking skills.
An Bu tasted each dish, pretending not to understand his meaning as Jian Ningxuan eagerly watched. She casually said, “You should eat too.”
Jian Ningxuan lowered his eyes and quietly started eating.
Hmm… This dish has too much oil, it’s too greasy! This dish is undercooked, half-raw! This dish… two words, bad taste!
Jian Ningxuan’s face was as calm as water, secretly relieved that An Bu couldn’t taste the food. He had to calmly finish the meal without letting her detect any flaws, so as not to affect her appetite.
An Bu, who shared the sense of taste with him: “…”
This shared taste wasn’t always effective. It only responded when Jian Ningxuan felt that the food was particularly delicious or particularly bad.
Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with the dishes he cooked today, to the point that An Bu also tasted the indescribable flavor. Seeing him act as if nothing happened, she couldn’t bear to expose him.
An Bu smiled and said, “Mr. Jian, thank you for your hard work. I’ll cook a big meal for you tonight. What would you like to eat?”
Jian Ningxuan felt that he had failed in cooking and shouldn’t be rewarded. “You don’t have to specially take care of me. Just cook what you like.”
“But,” An Bu propped her chin, smiling at him, “I really want to take care of you.”
The strands of hair on Jian Ningxuan’s forehead slightly curled up, and a faint light shimmered on him.
“Well, let’s go shopping together tonight,” Jian Ningxuan quickly planned a menu in his mind.
“Sure.” An Bu agreed with a smile.
“Oh, by the way,” Jian Ningxuan seemed to remember something. “Bu Bu, do you remember Molly? She’s a little girl you saved before. Her parents are missing, and we’re her temporary guardians.”
An Bu had read about Molly in the diary, so she asked, “What happened to her?”
“We haven’t contacted her for a long time. Should we take some time to visit her?” Jian Ningxuan suggested.
An Bu nodded, “No problem.” She had promised Molly to visit her every week but had broken that promise.
The two decided to go visit Molly the day after tomorrow.
After dinner, Jian Ningxuan called Molly’s nanny and asked her to convey the message to Molly. Since it was the weekend, they could also take Molly out to play. The police had only contacted Molly’s uncle and aunt, but they had suspicious motives, and with debts to their name, the Child Protection Association had revoked their guardianship. Molly’s other relatives hadn’t been found, so she was currently alone and helpless.
In the afternoon, An Bu and Jian Ningxuan went shopping together. In addition to buying ingredients, they also picked out gifts for Molly—clothes, toys, and school supplies. They didn’t meticulously choose, just buying the most expensive ones. An Bu planned to let Molly choose what she liked when they took her out the day after tomorrow.
In the snack section, An Bu discovered a snack called “Zombie Instant Noodles” with eye-catching packaging design featuring a spicy-eyed human face, reminiscent of the dark cuisine mentioned in her diary. She had done a live broadcast of dark cuisine before. Since she was extremely bored recently, why not do a few more episodes?
“Do you want to try this?” Jian Ningxuan looked at the row of zombie noodles, hesitatingly asking.
“No, I’ll make it at home myself.” An Bu pushed the shopping cart towards the ingredient area.
Make it herself? Make what, zombie noodles?
Jian Ningxuan thought she was just casually saying it and didn’t take it to heart.
In the evening, when they returned home, An Bu said to Jian Ningxuan, “I’m going to do a live broadcast tonight. Help me take out the ingredients, and I’ll prepare in advance.”
Jian Ningxuan: “…”
A live stream? Could it be another episode of dark cuisine? Didn’t we agree that she would cook a feast for me?
So-called preparation by An Bu naturally meant putting on makeup.
After tens of minutes, the door was opened, and Jian Ningxuan looked up, feeling that his eyes had been seriously assaulted.
An Bu’s face, half black and half white, lips half white and half black, a blood-red eye painted on her forehead, forming a stark contrast with the black and white, her hair piled up high in a topknot like a dharma wheel, making her look like a eerie yin and yang person.
Jian Ningxuan had mentally prepared himself beforehand, but he was still shocked by her appearance.
“How do I look? Does it have a thrilling effect?” An Bu was quite pleased with herself.
Jian Ningxuan: “…mm.”
“Alright, let’s get started.” An Bu set up the equipment, logged onto the video website, and entered her livestream room.
Not long after the livestream started, several of her fans immediately rushed in, ready to interrogate her aggressively. But upon seeing her face, they were immediately stunned.
“Dmn, dmn, d*mn, what the heck did I just see?”
“Da*mn, my eyes can’t breathe!”
“Eyes can’t breathe in the first place. Did the person upstairs lose their hearing as well?”
“Host, you’ve been missing for so long, did you go to the underworld to discuss makeup techniques with Hei Bai Wu Chang?”
An Bu smirked in a strange manner. “Hello, everyone, I’m An Old Corpse. ‘An’ means ‘rest’ as in ‘rest in peace,’ ‘Old’ means ‘old’ as in ‘old but not dead,’ and ‘Corpse’ means ‘corpse.'”
“Hello, Old Corpse, goodbye, Old Corpse.”
“An Old Corpse, may I ask where your mansion is located? I’ll visit during Qingming Festival.”
“Old Corpse, how old are you this year, and how many years have you been practicing?”
A row of barrage messages appeared, creating a lively atmosphere.
While An Bu introduced herself, she subtly observed Jian Ningxuan’s expression. Seeing no change on his face, she continued speaking into the camera, “Alright, let’s get back on track. Today’s dark cuisine is: H*ll’s Oil Pot.”
“Just hearing the name makes my skin crawl.”
“Will the dishes made by Old Corpse contain corpse poison?”
“I just ordered takeout. Should I cancel it?”
“For the sake of losing weight, I’ll endure watching it even if I throw up!”
An Bu heated oil in a hot pot, added Sichuan peppercorns and chili bean paste to make red oil, then added scallions, ginger, and garlic, stir-fried them, added water, boiled it, added hot pot ingredients, refined salt, chicken essence, light soy sauce, then added loach, duck blood, tripe, pig stomach, chicken feet, dragon bones, potatoes, and red peppers. After cooking, she poured it into a bowl, and the soup turned blood red, with various meats floating in the soup.
This process was quite ordinary, but the dish was not yet complete. An Bu took several cooked quail eggs, peeled off a layer of egg white with a knife to reveal the protruding egg yolk, then fried them briefly in the oil until they cracked, resembling eyeballs. Then she took them out and threw them into the oil pot, adding a finishing touch to the dish. Finally, she drizzled a layer of red oil over it, making a sizzling sound as steam rose.
It’s done!
In the camera frame, a steaming hot pot of H*ll’s Oil Pot was freshly cooked. In the boiling soup, bones, feet, intestines, and eyeballs floated around, as if countless tortured souls were screaming in the blood pool.
“It hurts my heart…”
“It feels like seeing my own future.”
“That’s why one shouldn’t do evil deeds, or they’ll end up in the hands of Old Corpse, unable to live or die.”
“It’s hard to imagine what this pot of miscellaneous tastes like.”
“At this point, shouldn’t the boyfriend be brought out?”
“I second that.”
Jian Ningxuan leaned against the window, looking out at the night scenery, seemingly unaware of what An Bu was doing.
An Bu chuckled, “The boyfriend is enjoying the scenery.”
“Hehe, enjoying the scenery, that’s a common way to play dumb.”
“It seems that the boyfriend usually does a lot of bad things, definitely guilty of lecherous crimes. He’ll end up in H*ll’s Oil Pot in the future.”
“The guy upstairs definitely doesn’t have a girlfriend. Brothers, let’s meet up in h*ll. Those who don’t come are all single dogs.”
“Alright, it’s settled then.”
“This good thing should be eaten while it’s hot. If the boyfriend doesn’t come, Host, why don’t you sacrifice yourself?”
An Bu stirred the pot with a ladle, causing bones, flesh, and eyeballs to fly around. She picked up a small bowl, scooped some out, preparing to taste it, when a large hand reached out and took the bowl.
“Wow, the boyfriend is still considerate.”
“Caught off guard by dog food, and it’s the H*ll brand.”
“After drinking Old Corpse’s soul-breaking soup, your flesh falls off, your heart shatters, and going to h*ll won’t hurt anymore.”
“Hello, Mr. Corpse.”
An Bu: “Today’s livestream ends here. See you tomorrow.”
“Wait, we’re still waiting for the boyfriend’s feedback!!!”
Ignoring their protests, An Bu decisively ended the livestream.
Seeing Jian Ningxuan staring at the food in the bowl as if facing a formidable enemy, An Bu asked, “If I were really dead, would you be willing to go to h*ll with me?”
Without hesitation, Jian Ningxuan picked up the bowl of “h*ll” and finished it in one gulp.
That night, Jian Ningxuan had to drink four or five bowls of sour plum soup and enjoy An Old Corpse’s half-hour belly-rubbing service to recover.
Mr. Jian wasn’t good with spicy food…
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