Luo Binhan now felt that he longed for the mandarin duck pot like never before. His enthusiasm had gone beyond watching pelicans and drinking milk tea, and had completely taken over his thoughts. If Bangbang is not in the prison at the bottom of the spacecraft at this moment, it is obviously another hateful horse-killing conspiracy.
But no one can conspire in this matter now. He sincerely wanted to eat the mandarin duck pot, and it had to be red and white, so that he could throw all the green leafy vegetables into the white pot and dip the tripe into the red pot. This was a family tradition that could never go wrong. . He told Upsilon truthfully about his needs, and the other party said that greenhouse vegetables and artificial meat of various flavors could indeed be provided on the ship, and all hot pot equipment was also available without any embarrassment. However, these are not suitable for a baby, so he cannot share the delicious food with Luo Binhan.
Luo Binhan decided to go to Momolo to make up for this regret. He immediately went straight from the lounge on the top of the spacecraft to the crew cabin in the middle section, where he found Momolo and at least a hundred colorful yarn balls. Luo Binhan was almost stunned by the overly rich colors and the light on Momoluo's body. He first held onto the wall and took a few deep breaths before bravely looking up at Momolo. The latter holds a needle in both hands, winds the yarn as fast as the wind, and creates a dark, round cat head. Luo Binhan stared at the familiar black cat's head, wondering where Momolo got these balls of yarn.
He cleared his throat: "Old Mo, do you want to eat the mandarin duck pot?"
Momolo happily agreed. But he still sat there knitting and asked Luo Binhan what "Mandarin Duck Pot" was. Luo Binhan had no choice but to walk over, sit by the bed and explain to him the specialties of his hometown. The Yongguang tribe had never eaten mandarin duck pot, which surprised him, but that was also a good thing, because he was finally able to let Momolo experience a wonderful thing that he had never experienced before (and it had nothing to do with the integration) . But as soon as he introduced the general shape of the Yuanyang Pot, Momolo blinked excitedly.
"I know this, Mr. Luo! It's what you eat every winter in your hometown, right? You eat it with the two ladies every year!"
The smile on Luo Binhan's face solidified again. Granted, his family gatherings with his mother and sister always included a meal of mandarin duck hot pot, and the white pot part existed for only two reasons: 1. Jania Dubois (also known as Yu Xiaorong) couldn't eat spicy food; 2. Yu Xiaorong (aka Jania Dubois) doesn’t eat animal offal. This was probably well-known among the mother and daughter's circle of friends, but it was completely different in Lihai City. No one in the Luo family except him knew about this, and now even an alien with "Luo" in his name knew about it. He began to feel that things were getting irreversible.
"Old Mo," he asked seriously, "how did you know?"
"I saw your memory, Mr. Luo." Momolo said, "Because Mr. Luo called my name before, I also shared your life, Mr. Luo. It's really great, Mr. Luo, I I learned a lot of new knowledge!”
Now things became clear. Since boarding the ship, everything Luo Binhan tried not to think about had to be put on the agenda. The tips of his toes began to tremble, but he still said firmly: "Mo."
"What's the matter, Mr. Luo?"
"How much have you seen? You can't be together and enjoy it for the rest of your life, right?"
"Not to that extent, Mr. Luo. I just saw some scenes that are more profound in your memory."
Luo Binhan breathed a sigh of relief. He believes that the most profound thing in his memory is undoubtedly being kidnapped by an alien criminal gang, and everything that happened during that time does not need to be kept secret from Momolo. He was simply elated about it. At this time, Momolo also put down the knitting needle, grabbed his hands with emotion and said: "Mr. Luo, it's really great to be able to fight with you and Ms. Asabam! I learned a lot of new things!" "
Luo Binhan said generously: "You're welcome. We are all our own people."
"Although I don't know why two people can merge with me, it is really a very precious experience. I think it must be Mr. Luo and Ms. Asabam who called me, right?"
Luo Binhan straightened his back and said solemnly: "This is what I should do."
"Next time, please ask Mr. Luo to fight with me!"
Luo Binhan said: "It depends on the situation."
This can't be regarded as a promise, but Momolo seems to be satisfied. He pulled out a woolen doll half an arm high from his back and handed it to Luo Binhan enthusiastically: "Please accept this doll, Mr. Luo. I know from your memory that this is your favorite animal."
Luo Binhan clumsily grabbed the woolen doll. He looked at the golden-brown giraffe doll with dull eyes. The maker used his superb craftsmanship to construct all the details of this doll: its four legs are close together like a thick handle; the head on top of the long neck is tilted up, and it even has a flat chin like a toothbrush. It looked like his childhood toothbrush had turned into wool.
He stared at the doll for a long time, finally put it down, and then asked Momolo calmly: "Is there a rooftop on this ship? The kind that leads directly to outer space."
"Mr. Luo, do you want to go out and practice fusion with me?"
"What are you practicing for?" Luo Binhan said, "Now that woman has run away, and the two teams have broken up, how can you join Lin Luo's form?"
Momolo looked at him confused and aggrieved. The look in his eyes was extremely innocent, but Luo Binhan was already heartbroken, thinking that he was just a transformer that turned gray in the wind, and would never be used a second time. He reminded Momolo not to forget the mandarin duck hot pot, and then fled with the giraffe doll. After the hot pot party is over, he will run away from home and go to a place where Momolo will never find him.
He decided to go find Jing Huang to eat hot pot.
He found Jing Huang's room, spent at least ten minutes knocking on the door, and found Jing Huang squatting on the floor counting pearls. The black cat squatted in the corner of the room, watching him coldly. Luo Binhan was shocked for a few seconds. He didn't expect to see it on the boat.
"What are these beads?" Luo Binhan asked.
"That star eats the rest of the dream."
"Why are you here?"
"It's for me."
Jing Huang flicked his empty left sleeve towards the black cat, then continued to use his right hand to pick up the pearls on the floor, holding each one in the palm of his hand and looking at it for a while, then threw it into the transparent jar at his feet. Luo Binhan didn't know what this meant, so he decided to wait until the hot pot party to investigate.
"Do you eat hot pot?" he asked the black cat.
"Disappear from my eyes," said the black cat. "I'm tired of being a nanny. Let me be quiet for a while. Please."
Luo Binhan was very pleased that it agreed to the invitation. Now there are at least four participants in the Yuanyang Hot Pot Party. He also reminded Jing Huang to attend on time, and then thought about who else he could invite. Yaleriga on the Silence was not an option. They had to at least wait until they returned to Gate City before they could hope to meet, but he couldn't invite Bang Bang in the temporary prison. He searched hard for a fifth possible participant, and finally sat back in the lounge of the robot's head. The baby that had merged with Upsilon had left to rest, and all that was left was him and the huge fish tank placed on the opposite wall. There were no fish in the fish tank, just a pool of light green water. After Luo Binhan stared at the fish tank for five minutes, there was finally movement in the water. It twisted, forming ear-like organs from within, as well as many elongated filaments. When those filaments vibrated, it sounded like a voice that was very familiar to Luo Binhan.
"I assume you wish to communicate with me," the voice said cautiously.
"That's right." Luo Binhan asked while lying on the chair, "Do you eat hot pot?"
The creature once trapped in the depths of the volcano thought silently. During this period, Luo Binhan also stared at it and was distracted - it was not the individual that once resided in his mind, and he might as well call it Garfield. It was never taken out of the volcano by Asabam, but was taken out by Jing Huang who arrived later. Therefore, it remembers both Asabamu and Jing Huang, but it doesn't know Luo Binhan very well. Luo Binhan felt this was a pity. After all, they almost had a unique relationship between eating and being eaten. But could the puddle in front of him and Garfield be considered the same entity? They are similar in terms of ingredients, but their experiences are quite different.
"I'm not sure what hot pot you mean," the creature replied.
"Just throw everything in and cook a big pot." Luo Binhan said. He was actually a little sleepy, so he had to use an expression that might anger many professional hot pot people, but it was very easy to understand for a volcano cave monster. The creature said, "I don't think you are one of the things in the pot."
"Are you looking for trouble? There is no shortage of food and you still want to eat me?" Luo Binhan said angrily. But in fact he didn't care much about it anymore. He lay on his chair in a daze for a while, tapping the rhythm of "Le Pamperensi" with his fingers.
"What do you think of life in a volcanic cave?" he said. "Is it better to be trapped in this fish tank or in a cave?"
"I want to understand your standards for good first."
Luo Binhan suspected that it was deliberately looking for trouble, but he was unwilling to admit defeat easily, so he said: "What do you think you want most?"
"Self-improvement." The other person quickly replied, "This is a more reliable answer. I think I should master more information to improve myself."
"Are you also the seventh iteration?"
"Do you mean perfection, or cycle?"
Luo Binhan knocked out two notes in confusion. He didn't know what the other person was talking about.
"As far as I know, mages use seven to symbolize some specific meanings." The creature said, "Perfection, or cycle. I have thought about the relationship between it being able to occupy this position. This may be related to the mages' obsession with geometry. Related. Or because of prime numbers, or cyclical knots... Seven can be special, but it also depends on the base and primitive roots used. I noticed that the creatures in your area always use octal to hexadecimal Among the even-numbered systems, there are also a few binary, ternary, and decimal systems. However, as far as the habits of mages are concerned, the decimal system accounts for the majority. This may be the reason why they use seven as a symbol of cycle."
Luo Binhan listened to his words calmly, and then said politely: "Please disappear from my eyes."
"I'm afraid I can't do it," the other party replied slowly.
Luo Binhan slapped the armrest angrily. He was about to criticize the other party, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the shadow of his own palm - his left hand that had been swallowed up by Bang Bang and restored by Asabam - twitching suddenly on the wall a few times.
He froze, staring silently at the fingertips on the wall. The shadow was motionless and seemed to be lengthening extremely slowly.
"Did you see that?" he asked.
The creature in the fish tank didn't answer. It expanded and contracted restlessly.
Luo Binhan moved his fingers tentatively. The shadows on the wall also swayed, like a few branches blown by the wind. Blood of Shadows - he remembered this word. Asabam once said that she gave him this thing, but she didn't take it back before leaving. This is undoubtedly an extremely vicious and long-term conspiracy. He needs professional assistance. immediately.
He did think so, but he didn't really expect to get it. Upsilon was probably still drinking milk, Jing Huang and Black Cat were meeting Zhu Zi, and Momoluo had already unilaterally severed all ties with him. He really has no reliable candidate.
At this time, he heard someone behind the chair say: "Hug."
Luo Binhan jumped up from his chair and rushed towards the fish tank with a bound. After he was face-to-face with the volcano monster through the glass, he turned around in shock and looked behind him where no one should have been. He saw a blonde girl standing there, wearing a blue and white dress and even sandals on her feet. She stood there naturally, as if she were a natural accessory on the ship.
Zhouba opened her arms to him and said smoothly and naturally: "Hug!"
"This shouldn't be the case." Luo Binhan said while holding the fish tank, "When did you see her appear?"
"I don't know," replied the creature behind the tank. "I don't think she passed through any entrance or exit in this room in all the time I could observe."
This is bullshit. Luo Binhan wanted to criticize it severely immediately and ask it to change places with him. But Zhou Ba had already begun to approach him. She walked up to Luo Binhan, grabbed his left hand and looked at it for a while. Luo Binhan didn't think she would eat his finger, but he was still a little surprised. He watched Zhou Ba fumble with the fingers of his left hand, trying desperately to remember the last time he saw her. She had always had no sense of existence, so he couldn't remember her. But now the situation was very different, she was so striking that it frightened him.
Zhouba put down his fingers, and looked at him with unfathomable blue eyes.
"What do you want to do?" Luo Binhan asked nervously, "How did you get here?"
"Make a wish?" Zhou Ba said.
Luo Binhan didn't like this word very much. He had just experienced an animal-like wish-making experience, so he said painfully: "Then let's give it a hug!"
"Hug." Zhou Ba immediately agreed.
Luo Binhan hugged her while trembling a little. On Saturday, her name crossed his mind, causing some vague panic. But when he hugged her arm, all he felt was the light and warm body of a child. Her arms are very thin, Yu Xiaorong's arms were this thick when he was five years old. He recalled this incident and touched her forehead again. Her body temperature was the same as that of a normal person. The panic in his heart gradually disappeared, and he also forgot about the shadow of his unlucky left hand.
"Humph," he said, "There must be something wrong with you."
Zhou Ba looked at him quietly.
She acquiesced. Luo Binhan concluded this. This will be the key thing for him to figure out in the rest of the journey, but no matter what, since the suspect gave him a hug, he can still allow her to participate in the Yuanyang Hot Pot Party. So he picked up Zhou Ba and let her sit on his arm. Now he does it effortlessly. He said to her: "Let's go find you Jingjing."
Zhou Ba agreed: "Jingjing hugs."
Luo Binhan hugged her and set off again. He recovered a lot and decided to pull out some of the pirate's hair before the hotpot party.
