Paradise

Zhou You stared at the plate of dumplings before him. After a long while, he suddenly raised his head.

The Goat-Headed Ghost thought he was about to beg for mercy. It folded its arms and watched him with a cold sneer.

Who would have thought—

The only thing he said in the end was—

"Do you have minced garlic?"

"Huh?"

The Goat-Headed Ghost took a moment to process that, but Zhou You's tone was perfectly normal.

"You have to dip dumplings in minced garlic... Oh, right, if you have soy sauce, bring me some of that too. No vinegar needed. Thanks."

The Goat-Headed Ghost silently took two cloves of garlic and a bottle of soy sauce from the counter, then slammed them down in front of Zhou You.

"No minced garlic. Mash it yourself if you want it. Only dark soy sauce, so make do with it."

"Uh... then the flavor will be a little off..."

Seeing the other party's displeased expression, he could only peel the garlic and place it on the table. A few strikes of his palm did not turn it into paste, but it did smash it into pieces. He then put it on the plate and drizzled some soy sauce over it.

Then, without the slightest concern, he picked up a dumpling, dipped it, and put it into his mouth.

Seeing him like that, the Goat-Headed Ghost was instead somewhat puzzled.

"You're just eating it like that?"

"Yeah. What else would I do?"

"You don't suspect that something was added to it? Or that it was made with human flesh?"

Zhou You set down his chopsticks and suddenly smiled.

"You were planning to serve me more dishes afterward, so there's no way you'd put anything strange in this plate of dumplings. As for human flesh..."