My Little Uncle Is Named Luo Yan

Zhang Xiaowei is not a very bright child.

He learned to speak a little later than his peers, and he also learned to walk a little later than his peers. When other children were in kindergarten, he could barely call out "Dad" properly.

Some people say he's stupid, born with a disease, and that's how his life will be, or that he won't live much longer.

Zhang Xiaowei's father would angrily yell at those people, cover Zhang Xiaowei's ears, and then bring home a bowl of lotus root starch for Zhang Xiaowei after a day's work, telling Zhang Xiaowei that he wasn't stupid, he was just a little slower than the other children.

It's just a little slow, things will get better later.

Zhang Xiaowei didn't really like eating this, but he wouldn't say anything. The lotus root starch was getting colder and colder, but he eventually put it in his mouth with a spoon.

He actually preferred the smell of barbecue that his dad always carried when he came home.

Zhang Xiaowei's father runs a barbecue restaurant. Sometimes his father would take him to the restaurant, where he would sit by the cashier and play by himself.

He smelled the aroma of grilled meat, his nostrils filled with the fragrance of various dipping sauces, and he often stared at the diners chewing, imagining that his own mouth was also stuffed with meat.

But the Doctor said he couldn't eat meat, because if he did, his hepatic encephalitis would get worse.

Zhang Xiaowei's childhood was spent in a cycle of craving and forbidding meat, and endless treatments.

As he grew up, he became much more normal.

He's keeping up with his peers now, although he's still a bit slow at times, but as long as he tries his best, strangers wouldn't suspect he's sick.

Dad is getting old.

Zhang Xiaowei has no mother in his life. He doesn't know where his mother is or whether she is dead. His father never mentions it to him, and he doesn't care about it.

All he wanted to know was when he could eat meat.

Even though his family owns a barbecue restaurant, he has never experienced the feeling of crushing grilled meat with his teeth. He told his father that he wanted to try it, but his father looked at him with a terrifying expression.

To pay for his medical treatment, they spent a lot of money. His father, who worked tirelessly, said, "You are not allowed to eat meat."

"But..." Zhang Xiaowei wanted to say that he would only eat one piece, just one piece, and once he tasted it, he wouldn't crave it anymore.

My father stubbornly declared, "Unless I die, you know what? You'll never eat meat in your life."

Zhang Xiaowei was desperate.

But his opportunity came soon.

One day, when Dad was grilling meat for customers at the shop, he encountered a couple who suddenly started arguing while they were eating.

The man in the suit angrily questioned his girlfriend, asking if she was cheating on him and whether she had gone to see her respectable boss last night instead of coming home.

Zhang Xiaowei helped with cash register work back then—he was able to do these jobs after he grew up, while his father, who was always busy, always took on the role of waiter himself.

The couple was shouting loudly, their argument escalating until it became hysterical and terrifying, disturbing other guests. Even Zhang Xiaowei found it hard to listen to.

His father naturally tried to mediate the fight, but as he aged, he was no longer as strong as before, and even his tone of voice had become much gentler. Amidst the argument, he seemed somewhat powerless.

Zhang Xiaowei watched as the angry man roared at his father, "This is none of your business, mind your own business!"

Zhang Xiaowei's father wore a polite smile, just as he instructed his employees, "Sir, this is a public place. Your loud noise will affect our business..."

The man, who seemed to be insane, suddenly snapped, grabbed his father's head, and slammed it onto the scalding hot baking pan.

The woman screamed.

The diners were screaming.

A long-lost sense of sluggishness enveloped Zhang Xiaowei. His hands and feet seemed to be frozen in place. He watched helplessly as his father's screaming lips were roasted, the skin on his face curled up like slices of mutton, and the moisture in his eyes dried up, making a sizzling sound.

The man howled, like a wild beast, pinning down the convulsing person, and grabbed a dinner knife from the table, stabbing it into the person wearing a white apron. "Mind your own business! Mind your own business!"

The blood gradually stained the apron red.

Zhang Xiaowei's father struggled, then convulsed, and was covered in blood until the man let go, at which point he collapsed to the ground, like a piece of rotten flesh.

Someone called the police, and someone tried to subdue the killer, but the man brandished a knife and, after discovering that his girlfriend had escaped, chased after her with bloodshot eyes.

Zhang Xiaowei just watched; he felt he couldn't move.

Tears streamed down his face. He was a step too slow and let out a heart-wrenching scream. A sharp pain shot through his head, and he convulsed and fainted.

When he woke up again, his father was already dead.

The perpetrator has been imprisoned and is about to face trial.

Zhang Xiaowei inherited the barbecue restaurant, and no one would stop him from eating meat anymore, but he didn't. He found the perpetrator's girlfriend.

It's true that she cheated on me.

Why did she cheat on her husband?

If she hadn't cheated on him, that man wouldn't have developed the illness, and his father wouldn't have died.

Therefore, she is guilty.

Zhang Xiaowei killed the woman, cut off all the flesh from her body, prepared the sauce, and in the pitch-black night, in a closed barbecue restaurant, he tasted the first barbecue he had ever eaten in his life.

His condition worsened.

He began to hallucinate and become mentally unstable. Sometimes he felt like his father, sometimes he felt like the murderer, and sometimes he felt like the woman who was being eaten.

Who exactly is he?

Zhang Xiaowei loves this barbecue restaurant. His father worked hard here all his life, so he still remembers when he was Zhang Xiaowei and made a decision.

He wants to keep the shop running.

He actually started it.

No one was willing to apply, so he did everything himself.

Without his father's connections or a source of goods, he became his own source of goods.

He dismembered himself and served himself on the dinner table.

Zhang Xiaowei found human faces terrifying. Whenever he saw a human face, he would think of an elderly man's face being pressed onto a baking tray. So, sheep faces, pig faces, cow faces... appeared in the shop, but no human faces.

I don't know when it started, but I could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, and even my memories became blurred, with only obsession occupying my mind.

This is Zhang's barbecue restaurant.

Under the influence of the talisman, the pig-faced chef intermittently revealed his past, buried deep within his soul.

When he could get no more information, the Little Heavenly Master, trembling, tore the talisman used for questioning from the cook's head with his aching hands.

The torn-off talisman was covered in a thick layer of oil and had lost its effectiveness.

He looked up at Yu Xing, his face pale and weak. "I... I got it all out..."

"Can I stand up...?"

"I didn't force you to be paralyzed." Yu Xing stroked his chin, seemingly asking casually, "This talisman is really effective, are you selling it?"

"Not for sale—" The Little Heavenly Master had barely answered when he saw Qu Xuanqing's icy gaze shift towards him, startling him so much that he stammered, "Wait, it's not that I don't want to sell!"

"This was a gift from my uncle. Only he can make these. If you want to buy them, you can only go through him... I can connect you with him!"

Looking at the boy's cowardly appearance, Yu Xing chuckled and asked, "What's your uncle's name?"

"Luo Yan, my uncle is from the main branch of the Luo family! I promise I'll introduce you, please don't hit me, waaaaah..." the boy said, bursting into tears.

As a member of the Luo family, he was rarely bullied to this extent by a diviner. His tendons in his hands and feet were severed. Although the most precious healing talisman on his body could restore them, it still hurt terribly!

He was still just a teenager; his initial strategic thinking and confidence vanished after experiencing pain, leaving him only pitiful.

A thought popped into Yu Xing's mind.

If all the younger generation of the Luo family are like this, won't their family fortunes decline in a decade or so? (End of Chapter)