Chapter 1820: Pickles have expired

The hand disappeared, the portrait disappeared into the eyes, the side eyes, the kitchen that was originally separated by the wall, clearly appeared in front of the eyes, as if the brick wall turned into transparent glass.
The slender figure was busy in the kitchen. I didn't know what she was doing and she couldn't smell anything, but she thought that the food she made must be the most delicious.
Unlike other brothers in the Hades, he needs to sleep, he also needs to eat, and it will be cold and hot.
Therefore, his residence will have the same facilities as the human being.
But the kitchen, he has not known how long it has not been used, and there are special subordinates responsible for what he eats on weekdays.
Originally thought that the food on earth is the same as what he ate, no taste, no salt, no salt.
It wasn't until he tasted the food he got from Zhou Tiantian that he knew his life before, and it was not like a pig or a dog.
The world's pig and dog food is better than him!
For the long time, this is the first time he envied the human life.
There are not many things in the kitchen, there are rice noodles, there are very few dishes, and the seasonings are even less pitiful, even the salt is not.
Fortunately, I found a packet of pickles that I didn't know had expired. I cooked a bowl of pickled pork noodles. She tasted a bite, um--the taste was a bit light.
A little weird.
Maybe the pickles have expired!
She naturally put the pork noodles out and placed them on an empty desk.
The previous desk clearly had a lot of things, and now it is empty.
"Just this?" Jun Hengheng looked at the kitchen again and seemed to have not waited for her to go to the end.
"You have nothing in your kitchen. It's good to cook this. You have to buy food." Her eyes turned and smiled. "It doesn't seem to be good to let the ghosts buy food. It's better to go." Be sure to buy the food you like."
Jun Luoheng did not look at her, and the chopsticks were eaten directly.
After eating three big mouths, she should be asked: "Write down the names of the ingredients, I will arrange them."
"Oh-" knows that this guy won't let her go so easily.
"Isn't it light?" The atmosphere was awkward, and the white cockroaches had nothing to ask.
Jun Hengheng had already finished eating at this time, pushing the empty bowl to the front of the day: "Is there?"
Bai Hao shook his head: "No, cook it, let's eat it again." Just to let him eat it early, so he only wants to cook less, or how to feed him five meals a day?
"What time is it now? Is it day or night?" There was no window in the room. She couldn't see what was outside, there was no cell phone on her body, and I don't know what time it is.
It’s strange to say that there isn’t even a clock in this big study.
"Here is the Hades, there is no day or night, there is no time to say." In addition to him is a special exception, the rest are ghosts, do not have to eat and sleep, do not care about the length of time.
Everything here, except order, is eternal.
"There is no day or night? Then, don't you sleep?"
Bai Yan looked at the bed she had slept, and she obviously had a bed.
Jun Hengheng leaned back into the chair: "I sleep, they don't sleep."
I sleep, they don't sleep?
What Bai Hao suddenly understood, the balance of the king in front of him is indeed different from the ordinary ghost.
Since she opened her yin and yang, she has seen many ghosts, and each ghost has some imprints on her body, representing the imprint of their way of death.
There are blood holes in the head of Zhou Tiantian, and there are green marks on the neck of the stars. These are the deadly wounds when they die.