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Chapter 811

Xiaobai, who is becoming more and more like a human being, is becoming more and more dependent on me, and now he is tired of being by my side no matter what.

Although Xiaobai's current body temperature is not as high as that of a normal person, it is much better than when his body was as cold as ice.

And now her skin has elasticity, I believe it won't be long before she becomes like a normal person.

Regarding the problem I was worried about, Xiaobai and I conducted an experiment.

Somewhat unexpectedly, I discovered that although her body had become warmer and softer, her strong defense as a zombie had not changed at all.

A knife was cut on Xiaobai's body, but there was no problem at all.

This made me feel relieved, and I was relieved of my worry that Xiaobai would become weaker from now on.

After staying in the shop for a few days, Xiaobai, who had been watching short videos all afternoon, clamored and insisted that I take her out to eat hot pot.

It turned out that I was browsing videos and found a Sichuan-style hot pot restaurant, which is quite popular on the short video platform.

That store had just opened, and it was located in Jishui, not far from the store. It was very good in the words of bloggers who visited the store.

To be honest, I don't have much interest in this kind of internet celebrity store.

Because a lot of these things are fucking fake.

In today's information network society, there are countless store tour videos, and many bloggers who visit stores are talking nonsense.

Once you have some fans, you start to cash in. You just have to give money to which store you want to visit. There is really no moral bottom line at all.

So I have always rejected this kind of internet celebrity restaurant.

And I don’t like hot pot either.

But Xiaobai's enthusiasm is very high, and girls seem to find it difficult to resist hot pot.

And Xiaobai also showed me that there is a stage in the hot pot restaurant, and some performances are performed every day, which is very popular.

Unable to resist Xiaobai's plea, I took her to the door of the hot pot restaurant in the evening.

"Welcome, do you two have an appointment?"

As soon as we walked to the door of the store, two tall greeters wearing red cheongsam greeted Xiaobai and me with professional smiles on their faces.

I took one look at the two greeters and immediately had a good impression of this hot pot restaurant.

If nothing else, let’s just say that these two girls are really beautiful and eye-catching.

Especially the thighs exposed at the bifurcation of the cheongsam are so white that they are a bit dazzling.

Of course, I am not lustful, this is an appreciation of beautiful things.

I comforted myself in my heart, while I kept scanning the beautiful scenery at the bifurcation of the cheongsam.

"Owner!"

Seeing my appearance, Xiaobai gently pulled me and pouted, obviously a little angry.

I came to my senses and felt a little embarrassed. I coughed lightly, shook my head to the two greeters, and said, "No... no reservation."

"Well, distinguished guest, would you like to dine downstairs or upstairs?" the waitress asked me, still smiling.

The hotpot restaurant has two floors, with the lobby on the first floor and individual private rooms on the second floor.

The stage used for performances is on the first floor, but it can also be viewed directly from the second floor.

"Second floor, private room!"

After hearing what the waitress said, I said without hesitation.

Now Lao Dao and Duan Muqing's live broadcast business is booming, and they earn a lot of money from their daily commissions, so now I am not short of money at all.

"Okay, you two, please come with me."

One of the waiters smiled and bent down to me, then raised one hand to lead the way.

Xiaobai and I followed her to the second floor.

The second floor is said to be a private room. In fact, it simply blocks the dining table with a screen. It is considered a simple small private room.

The dining seats are next to the railings, and when you eat here, you can see the stage downstairs when you lower your head.

Xiaobai asked the waiter to take the menu and started ordering excitedly.

This female zombie likes spicy food, so she ordered extra spicy ones, such as Maodu, Baiye, Huanghou, etc., which made me a little worried about whether she could finish them all.

After ordering, I handed the menu to the waiter, and it didn't take long for it to be served.

Xiaobai waved his chopsticks, picked up pieces of ingredients and threw them into the hot pot, and then ate them without looking like a lady at all.

I'm not very interested in hot pot, especially anything too spicy.

I just tasted it briefly and it tasted pretty good.

At this time, there was movement on the stage below, presumably it was time for the show to be performed.

I glanced down and saw several more artists already sitting on the stage, holding various musical instruments in their hands and starting to play.

The musical instruments sounded, and several artists with makeup walked to the middle of the stage and started singing.

The song should be Sichuan Opera, but I can't understand the content at all.

No way, I really don't have any research on these things.

Although I don’t understand it, I still feel it when I follow the beat.

Especially the tea in this hot pot restaurant is very good. It feels wonderful to drink tea and listen to opera.

When the song ended, cheers erupted from upstairs and downstairs.

I took a sip of tea, put it on the table, and applauded too.

No matter how you say it, this thing can be regarded as the quintessence of the Chinese nation. Although I can't understand it, I think the singing is really good.

Applause is the most basic form of respect, respect for art.

Several artists finished singing a section and then walked off the stage amidst the applause of many diners.

Next, amid the rhythmic sound of musical instruments, an actor wearing armor and a painted face walked up to the throne.

As soon as he came on stage, a burst of applause broke out from around him, and many people cheered.

"Change your face, change your face quickly!"

When I heard the cheers, I was a little surprised. It turned out that I was going to perform a face change next.

This face-changing is a unique artistic performance form in Sichuan Opera.

This craft has always been extremely mysterious. It is said that it is inherited by the family and is kept secret from the outside world, so few people can understand what the face-changing process is.

In the early years, there was a king-level actor in Hong Kong and Taiwan who once studied with a Sichuan Opera face-changing master.

That was breaking news at the time, and it also made the art of face-changing known to more people.

But now with the rise of the Internet, almost everyone knows the art of face changing.

Moreover, there are many decryptions on the face-changing technique on the Internet, but it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false, which makes the face-changing technique even more mysterious.

Jishui is a northern city, and Sichuan Opera is not popular here.

So although I have heard of the name of face-changing, I have never seen it before.

I didn't expect to be able to see the legendary face-changing here today, which immediately made me interested and felt that today was not in vain.

Following the applause, the actors stood in the middle of the stage, and then the drum beats sounded.

To the beat of the drums, the actors waved their sleeves.

But when he lowered his arm, the originally red face suddenly turned red.

Then there are green, blue, black, and white!

The facial makeup kept changing, and the surrounding diners kept cheering.

I stared at the actor for a while and couldn't help laughing.

I could see that the facial makeup had been prepared a long time ago, and it was just covered by the actors' movements, and it was constantly changing on the face.

But even though I understand this truth, I still don't see clearly how he changed it.

I'm not surprised. As a traditional art, it has been passed down for so many years, and it is also people's ability to eat. If it is really so easy for me to see through, that would be abnormal.

"Whoosh!"

The actor on the stage lowered his sleeves again, and the face suddenly turned white again.

The audience below was better together and cheered thunderously.

The actor was obviously a master of stage control. He raised his hands and kept cheering, and then changed his voice even more quickly. The atmosphere on the stage was suddenly pushed to a climax.

Everyone enjoyed watching it and the cheers became more and more intense.

Some people even kept throwing money on the stage to reward the actors.

Next, the man once again raised his sleeves to cover his face, and then shook his head violently.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and something fell to the ground.

At this time, the audience who had been cheering stopped, and some timid ones even shouted out.

The actor performing the face-changing performance fell to his knees on the ground with a thud and remained motionless.

His face had become bloody, and the skin on his face was gone, as if someone had cut off his face with a knife.

And on the ground, a piece of bloody flesh was his fallen face!


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