The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the room through a layer of gauze, and hit the face of the red-haired boy on the bed. The boy yawned, straightened up, stretched, and said softly: "Wendy ,get up……"
Wendy was very dishonest when sleeping at night and would often kick the quilt off, causing Famas to get up and tuck him in four or five times every night. Later, Famas simply put Wendy in his arms, which saved a lot of money. thing.
But every morning when he woke up, Wendy either rested on his arms sore, or lay on top of him, making him almost breathless.
I habitually touched my side and found that the place where Wendy was sleeping was empty, with only sunlight and the faint scent of Cecilia flowers.
He tilted his head to sleep suspiciously until he was confused, straightened his back and stayed on the bed for a while, then Famas remembered that Wendy had left last night.
With an inaudible sigh, the boy stretched out his legs and got out of bed, walked into the bathroom and started to wash up.
In the Wanmin Hall next to the pier, it was supposed to be a busy early morning breakfast time, but now the sky was suddenly dark, and the black smoke formed by burning pine branches was shrouded, and even the air was stagnant with a trace of death.
It seems that someone burned down the kitchen of Manmin Hall.
"Xiang Ling, come and try our hall master's latest dish, the little devil's version of the Fairy Jumping Over the Wall!"
In the smoky kitchen, Xiang Ling pushed aside the inexplicable black smoke, revealing a small gray walnut in the smoke.
Xiang Ling, who had just returned to Wanmin Hall from Mondstadt yesterday, had no choice but to use a fire fan to blow away the black smoke. She couldn't help but gasped when she saw the walnuts brought out and burned black. A breath of cool air.
Hutao has always had the skill of "no matter what kind of cooking she makes, she can cook it into a pot of wonderful mosaics", and she is a master of dark cooking.
Xiangling looked at a plate of mosaic-like paste and was lost in thought, then she smiled reluctantly.
"Then let me try..."
Looking at Hu Tao, whose little face was darkened by smoke, Xiangling pretended to be impatient and picked up a chopstick of dark crab meat. She closed her eyes and put it into her mouth pretending to be calm.
"So delicious...ugh..."
When the dark crab meat entered his mouth, Xiang Ling felt as if his taste buds had been run over by ten thousand carriages, and then there was a burning sensation like fire.
"Is it delicious? Xiangling!"
Hu Tao blinked her plum blossom eyes, and her palms painted with black nail polish covered Xiang Ling's shoulders from behind. A round white devil suddenly emerged from the fairy jumping wall in front of Xiang Ling.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"
Although it was broad daylight, the little ghost emerging from the pot still scared Xiangling and screamed, while Hutao himself was smiling on the side, like a child who succeeded in doing bad things.
"walnut!!"
"Hey?! Xiangling! I'll pay you plum blossoms, but don't chase me!"
The frightened Xiangling reacted instantly, picked up the spatula at hand and chased Hutao who started to run away.
"Did you agree not to scare me? You liar!"
"Believe me, you were the first to say that the food I cooked was not delicious!"
"Cooker! Breath fire!"
Xiangling rushed into the kitchen, picked up the pot that was spitting fire next to the stove, and pulled its tail sharply towards Hutao.
This is the most untouchable part of Guo Ba's body.
A mouthful of fierce fire spurted out from Guo Ba's mouth and rushed directly to Hu Tao's butt.
"It's burning, it's burning! Xiangling!!"
Hutao scurried around the room, being chased by the pot behind him and spitting fire. He didn't forget to go to the kitchen wall and smash the light blue rain stone with faint water patterns on the surface.
"laugh……"
There was a sound of water mist rising, and then the fire extinguishing device of Wanmin Hall came into action. The flame that had just been lit by the rice cooker was extinguished. Xiangling's sky-blue hair was completely soaked, and her head was hanging down. Hu Tao's already pure white thighs, full of girlish elasticity, were stained with water, which added a peculiar crystal color.
But Hall Master Hu had no intention of admiring Xiang Ling's figure. He just quickly put away the hexagonal hat that he regarded as a treasure and hid it tightly in his arms.
The water vapor created by the Yuqi Stone stopped, and Xiangling and Hutao, who covered their heads, laughed at the same time as they looked at each other's embarrassed appearance.
"Don't laugh, Hutao, if dad comes back from buying goods and sees Wanmintang like this, he will definitely beat me to death!"
Xiangling looked at the messy Wanmin Hall, rushed to Hu Tao, and slapped Hall Master Hu hard on his little head without a hat.
Hutao is indeed an unpredictable person. This little girl who smiles every day always seems to have endless ideas and whimsical thoughts. The vivid colors in her eyes are as bright as plum blossoms in full bloom in the snow.
She always has an attitude of being at ease yet naughty and eccentric, like a fire butterfly waving its wings gracefully, dazzling and difficult to get close to. Until you walk with her, you can faintly glimpse the silence that rarely appears under the strange shell of walnut.
Of course, now Xiangling wants to kill the walnut with one shot.
Captain Qin of the Knights of the West Wind told her that Mondstadt did have dragons, but Tevalin, as an elemental creature, did not have dragon meat, which made the little cook from Liyue return disappointed.
Fortunately, she also collected a lot of recipes for Mondstadt's specialties along the way. Just as she was about to go back to Wanmintang to try them, this damn Hutao came over and insisted on letting her try new dishes.
Xiangling suspected that Hutao was sent by Zhongli to punish her. The fire slime soy milk she made Zhongli drink last time, and the constipated expression on Zhongli's face, still fresh in Xiangling's memory.
"I'm sorry, you are so funny...I can't help but want to tease you."
Hutao looked innocent and spread his palms.
"We can clean it up together!"
As Hu Tao said this, he walked around behind Xiang Ling, raised his hand and rubbed Xiang Ling's wet hair, bit Xiang Ling's auricle affectionately, and gently touched the little cook's red ear with her pink tongue. .
"You, you, you...who wants to clean up with you..."
Feeling the breath and the fragrance of plum blossoms coming to her ears, as well as the strange touch on her back, Xiangling's face turned red and she hesitated to refuse.
"Hmph... forget it... I won't follow you..."
Before she could say the word "care", Xiang Ling heard Hu Tao continue her suicide speech.
"Besides, I didn't expect you to be so timid..."
"walnut!"
Xiang Ling's little hand stretched back, and just caught Hu Tao's soft waist. The pain came, making Hu Tao involuntarily let go of the little cook he was holding, and stepped back to avoid it, but was stopped by Xiang Ling. He grabbed the collar and pulled him back.
"Now! Clean up the kitchen!"
Xiang Ling's little face was so close that Hu Tao could even see the orange hairpin pinned to the little cook's bangs, her pale golden eyes burning with anger, and the blush on her face that had just emerged from shyness.
At this moment, Ying and Paimeng, who were holding the ground Nishanghua pollen, walked to the front of Wanmintang store and stared in surprise at the water-stained kitchen, as well as the soaked Xiangling and Xiangling flowers stuck together. Hutao was stunned for a moment and covered Paimon's eyes.
"Um, it seems I came at the wrong time?"
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