Xu Lili just bought her favorite food from the market, a whole plastic bag, white, and very irregular in shape. Each is a sign of life, at least, it used to be.
Xu Lili treats herself every time she gets off work by making a plate of braised chicken heads.
The chicken has many places to satisfy her taste organs, and Xu Lili prefers this one. She said that eating chicken head is actually gnawing off the skin on the skull, smashing open the skull that has slightly infiltrated the condiment, and sucking the brain inside.
Eating like this is very nutritious.
Xu Lili’s real name is Xu Yanli, a cheesy and glamorous name. No one knows where she comes from. It seems to be a remote place where there are no birds. She came to work in this feasting city for more than two years and tried to convince herself that she belonged to this place every day. This is a place full of miracles and dreams.
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Xu Lili almost forgot everything, except for her habit of eating chicken heads.
Today’s chicken heads are a bit special, each with its eyes squinted, and the corners of its mouth seem to be slightly raised, and such a large bowl of white stuff is an expression.
Such thoughts only flashed in Xu Lili’s mind. She put on medical rubber gloves, took tweezers to carefully pluck out the fluff around the chicken’s head and ears, and washed the residual blood in her mouth with her fingers. .
Today, there seems to be a lot of residual blood. A mixture of chicken blood and clean water was created in a while, and the proportion of chicken blood was rising.
“The chicken dealers are getting darker now, and there are blood clots in their heads.” Xu Lili thought angrily.
The chicken head got out of the pot and rolled in the hot pot. The skin gradually became fuller and the color gradually darkened. A meaty scent permeated the entire kitchen, and it was also drifting to other spaces.
Xu Lili wanted to taste it, but she was taken aback by this scene:
The tumbling heads of chickens all opened their eyes, staring at her, no matter what It looks the same from any angle, it feels very secretive. One person looks at each other with a group of tumbling chicken heads, one outside the pot, and one group in the pot.
When the fire was turned off, a chopstick slammed into one eye, with a “puff” sound. The eye that was staring at me just now disappeared. The white, white and black viscous liquid splashed on Xu Lili’s hand, which was very hot. . Then, all the round eyes turned into a white, black and black viscous liquid, and they also burned to a part of that hand.
The skin there became very red.
This is the first time that Xu Lili doesn’t really want to eat them anymore. A dish of blind chicken heads.