Chapter 197 - Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Chopsticks (1/2)

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Chopsticks

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The private detective didn’t show up again, but even if he waited for Xiang Kun at the entrance of the neighborhood, it would be meaningless. After buying eight rabbits, Xiang Kun didn’t plan on going out for the next few days.

Apart from dedicating his time to the project for Director Lin and Zhang Qian’s company, Xiang Kun also made a few pairs of chopsticks using boxwood from his home.

Xiang Kun didn’t prepare any other tools, he didn’t even have a hand plane. Because he didn’t want to wait for another Blood-drinking Period, he didn’t associate any related tools, but directly used the set of tools he had for woodcarving.

However, the main reason for making these chopsticks was to use “Emotional Infusion.” Therefore, a slower process was what he needed.

After finishing the chopsticks and applying food-grade wood wax, Xiang Kun looked at the finished chopsticks with some helplessness.

Although his chopstick-making speed was much slower than the standard handmade process, and the tools were not exactly suitable, the time taken wasn’t enough for “Emotional Infusion.” It wasn’t until the third pair, when he deliberately slowed down and focused on making them more carefully and meticulously, that he successfully completed the “Emotional Infusion”.

However, for that third pair of chopsticks, “Emotional Infusion” was only completed on a single stick, the sixth one.

During this “Emotional Infusion”, the emotions he used were “interest” and “focus,” and the scene he imagined was himself deeply engrossed in studying various ways of cooking rabbit meat and different recipes.

He wondered what the “projection” would look like to those influenced by the chopsticks – would they see Xiang Kun cooking, or plates, pots, and pans full of rabbit meat?

However, when he made these chopsticks, he didn’t intend to use them to influence other people’s dreams.

His purpose was only to collect emotions.

At half-past eleven on the evening of November 10, after drinking the blood of eight Belgian rabbits, Xiang Kun finally felt satisfied. He breathed a sigh of relief. After drinking the blood of six rabbits last time and still feeling hungry, he assumed that seven or eight rabbits would be just enough. This time, he had prepared eight rabbits, and it turned out to be just the right amount.

On November 12, Xiang Kun invited Tang Baona and Yang Zhen Er for a meal at his home after staying at home for several days. Upon hearing the news, Tang Baoting and her fiancé Gao Yao also came over to eat.

Apparently, the last meal they had at Xiang Kun’s house left a deep impression on the couple.

Around 6 pm, the four guests arrived at Xiang Kun’s House. Tang Baoting felt a bit embarrassed. This time, they brought two bottles of what looked like expensive red wine.

However, during the meal, only one bottle was opened, and it all went into the bellies of the three girls.

As for Xiang Kun and Gao Yao, one drank plain water as usual, and the other drank cola.

On the way back, Gao Yao, who drank cola, naturally became the driver. Although he doesn’t drive much, he at least has a driving license.

Tang Baoting, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, glanced at her fiancé driving and said to Tang Baona and Yang Zhen Er in the back seat, “The situation tonight was a bit strange, wasn’t it? The men bought and cooked the food, and we three girls were drinking wine, while those two were drinking cola and water.”

Yang Zhen Er also laughed, “Good men, the Tang Sisters have good taste!”