42 Tiger roar
1809 Words
A pair of eyes are hidden in the grass ten steps away, peeping here.
That is a pair of eyes dedicated to hunters.
Just like its strong muscles, flexible body, and light footsteps that don't match its own weight. Everything on it was born for hunting.
Perhaps it has been imprisoned by humans for too long, and many lovely moments have been captured by photographers, so people have labeled them such as "cute" and "big cat". Its hunter side is forgotten It's been too long.
For too long, humans who have only reached the top of the food chain for more than two hundred years have forgotten the feeling that their ancestors were threatened by large carnivores, and Ye has forgotten... the keenness that predators have constantly honed in order to survive.
It was observing in the dark, moving forward silently, Asakusa swept over its figure, as light as wind is coming, and gently brushed it, before the murderous intent appeared, the air still did not reveal the smell of killing.
until--
A tiger roar suddenly cut across the forest.
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"Roar!"
There was a tiger roar that made people tremble and couldn't help but feel cold behind his back, and the blood basin was immediately pressed up.
It felt like it was about to jump out of the TV screen.
Jia Qingming heard this roar when he passed by, and he was shocked when he saw this scene in the reputation. The trays in his hands almost fell to the ground.
"Wow!" Xiaobai saw that Jia Qingming was frightened, so when he was about to put desserts and the like on the coffee table, he pretended to be fierce and tried to scare him, only to receive a foolish eye.
"Little devil, you are actually scared." Xiao Heiyan was quick to take a muffin from the tray and held it crookedly in his mouth, said.
Jia Qingming looked at these guys, sighed helplessly, and began to put things on the coffee table.
"Why do you start watching this kind of stuff, natural science documentaries, or something."
Jia Qingming placed the silver-white and shiny three-layer shelf on the coffee table and then was about to start putting three porcelain plates on each shelf. Before that, he had to think about the order.
Although Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai certainly don't care, Miss Bai Ling is a very critical person in terms of details. For this reason, Jia Qingming has troubled a lot of brains and learned a lot of knowledge.
Of course, it hurts more.
"It's mainly very hot news on the Internet recently." Bai Ling said, "A man jumped over the wall to enter Hushan in the zoo in order to avoid a ticket, but was eaten by a tiger. There is a lot of discussion on the Internet, and the topic of debate surrounds This kind of thing is the fault of the fare-evading tourists or the fault of the zoo management or the tiger."
"Ah, I have heard about this." Jia Qingming replied absent-mindedly.
On the first floor, he placed a plate with several sandwiches, and the color of sliced ham was faintly visible in the small and soft sandwiches.
"But, anyway, that poor tiger has been killed by the zoo." Xiao Bai said with a flat mouth. "The food chain should be the winner."
Next is the second floor. Jia Qingming was about to put the pan with the fluffy cranberry cake and blueberry cake when Xiao Hei knocked her head.
"You got it wrong, kid!"
Jia Qingming let out a sigh of relief. Sure enough, something was like answering an exam. The answer that was originally selected by intuition subconsciously was obliterated and filled in with the wrong answer after repeated thinking.
So he replaced the plate with the strawberry tower and the English muffin that the thief had taken and put it on the second floor. Finally, there is the third layer. There is no doubt that the remaining cake is just that.
"In short, there are different opinions. Human beings, after adapting to the rules governed by morals and laws, have some doubts about the law of choice." Bai Ling said.
"For the black tea, it's already brewed, I'll get it right away. You probably won't need any milk or honey..."
"I want milk!" Xiaobai said in a happy voice.
"Honey is a must?" Bai Ling asked back, plucking at Jia Qingming with a very strange look.
"You guys are all Chinese, aren't you? Drink tea and add so many messy condiments?!" Jia Qingming vomited desperately and walked to the kitchen.
"No, Mr. Qingming. I think that when enjoying food, you must not be preconceived or blinded by insignificant things, such as authority, classics, and even customary customs. For example, Chinese people should not add other things to drinking tea. Italians do not drink coffee with fancy concoctions that are too sweet with cream and chocolate sauce... If you believe that, you will miss a lot of delicious food." Bai Ling stopped him, gently Laughed.
Jia Qingming took out the matching bone china tea set that had already made tea from the kitchen, brought them to the living room for the three of them, and then turned back, heated the milk, poured it into the silver milk jug, and then brought the honey jug and stirring. The small spoon also brought a few white granulated sugar wrapped in paper just in case.
To prepare such a meal, Jia Qingming ran back and forth from the kitchen three times.
"By the way, Miss Bai Ling, should we buy a small dining car? That would be a lot more convenient." Jia Qingming said.
When he was talking, Bai Ling was adding milk to the clear and bright yellow tea soup. When the milk was poured in, the white turbidity rolled over. She stirred gently in the cup with a small silver spoon and finally turned into a cup. Grey black tea with milk.
"No." Bai Ling said, "I thought that although the dining car is convenient and beautiful, it is a Western-style thing after all. It doesn't fit well with the living room of My Tooting Pavilion."
Western-style things...doesn't fit well?
Jia Qingming's mouth opened wide in surprise. You guys are the least paired in this Stealing Pavilion, right?
A comfortable leather sofa surrounds the coffee table, a huge widescreen LCD TV, three-tiered snacks and bone china tea sets on the coffee table, and standard English afternoon tea. Look at the clothes they are wearing...
Bai Ling sits in the center, wearing a hat with complicated decorations on his head. The top of the hat is full of lace and pleats. The dress is almost like a princess in a fairy tale, in Rococo style. Her dress, the decoration looks dazzling, and the temperament revealed on her beautiful cheeks seems to have transformed from a classic beauty into a lady at the French court dinner.
Xiao Hei chose to dress up as a Western deacon, but he leaned on the sofa with one leg up and ate and drank, completely ignoring the alpaca army that Jia Qingming was rushing past at the moment. Compared to their little white T-shirts, they look a little more normal!
You usually have this style of painting. Isn't it normal to have a Western-style metal dining car? There is nothing not to miss!
In general, it is really the problem that temporary workers have no human rights!
"Insert a piece of news." The original documentary on the TV screen was paused, and another scene was cut. "There have been several tiger wounding incidents in this county recently. The process of the incident is under investigation. The citizens are reminded to be safe. Please stay away in the near future. Forests on the outskirts of the county."
Bai Ling picked up the teacup, took a sip to his lips, and stood up. "Ah, there are customers. But it is really unhappy to be interrupted for afternoon tea. Everything in the world should stop for tea at this moment, right?"
"The guests?"
Jia Qingming subconsciously took out his mobile phone to see if Miss Bai Ling was talking about customers in the online store, but the message box was empty. Although the last incident made the Stealing Pavilion a small fire, the craze on the Internet was like this, and it quickly changed back to its original deserted look.
There are no guests...
At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Jia Qingming ran to open the door, but after opening the door, he saw Yuan Baiyang standing outside the door, expressionless as usual.
Unnamed anger rose from Jia Qingming's heart:
"Yuan Mu-mutu, why did you suddenly appear here?"
Yuan Mu-mutou ignored his protest and went straight to the hallway to take off his shoes. He stepped on a pair of white as freshly washed socks and went straight into the room.
"Hey!" Jia Qingming was clutching her chest in pain. This feeling of being disturbed, irritated, and ignored, was a beeping dog.
"It's okay. This time, Mr. Yuan is here to trade... the guest." Miss Bai Ling appeared at the entrance sometime, and she curtseyed when she lifted the long dress with both hands.
Why do you seem so proficient in this kind of ancient environment? !
"Yes." Yuan Mutou replied simply.
"How can I find this place... Yuan Mu-mutou is the kind of masculine physique with ghosts retreating. It stands to reason that he can't find such a place anyway?" Jia Qingming said the question that bothered him.
"Does Mr. Qingming think...I'm a ghost? Or, Stole the Heaven Pavilion doesn't exist in the world...Netherlands?" Bai Ling asked, such a question made Jia Qingming speechless.
He really doesn't know much about it. Although he is a manager who can see the yin spirit and can handle the ghost, he has a heavenly eye, but he only knows a little about these supernatural things, let alone...this mysterious pavilion.
"As long as you have a strong desire, you can naturally find this place. On the contrary, even if someone leads the way, it is difficult to find here. The Thieving Pavilion does not exist, but a place that does not exist. It is like a landscape painting. In the distant view, a very small house, if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all. Thiotian Pavilion... is such a place. Even if it is discovered, it will quickly be ignored and then forgotten.
As Bai Ling said, he walked ahead and led Yuan Boyang to the living room. They bypassed the screen at the door and entered the spacious room, where Jia Qingming met Miss Bai Ling for the first time.
"Mr. Yuan has been in the dust all the way, he must be a little thirsty. I have prepared tea and some small cakes, which will be fetched by Mr. Qingming later, and Mr. Yuan is invited to do it by himself, without restraint."
Sure enough, do you want to change the afternoon tea here to continue drinking?
Jia Qingming sighed and let out a sigh.
"Yeah." Yuan Baiyang actually agreed directly.
"I want to ask Miss Bai Ling for help." Yuan Boyang said, "Master Lin is missing."
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