Since the end of the last mission, Brownla's ruthlessness has become famous in the British base, and no one dares to disobey his orders again.
The last Hennessy who disobeyed orders is a good example.
Winter in London is coming quietly, and when Mingze Ye wakes up early in the morning, he finds some snow falling outside the window.
This is the first snow he has seen in this world.
Mingze opened the window at night, and a cold wind suddenly blew into the room, and snowflakes also drifted in along the wind.
Ming Zeye stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake. Perhaps because he was not from this world, the snowflakes he saw were not three-dimensional star points, but sharp-edged hexagonal ice flowers.
It's very beautiful and dreamy, but also very unreal.
Pedestrians on the street had already put on thick cotton-padded jackets, but Ming Zeye didn't feel the slightest chill, even though he was only wearing a thin set of pajamas at the moment.
He is really out of tune with this world.
The mobile phone placed by the bedside suddenly rang with an incoming call.
Ming Zeye closed his palms, and the hexagonal snowflakes instantly shattered.
He came to the bedside and picked up the phone and answered the call.
Ming and Yu's gentle voices came from the microphone: "Are you awake?"
Ming Zeye said "hmm".
"Let's go home today."
"Okay." Ming Zeye didn't ask what happened. Anyway, he would know by then.
After Ming Zeye hung up the phone, he changed into his daily clothes, then picked up Shi Jiu who was sleeping on the bed and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
Shi Jiu squatted on the sink with a blank look on his face. He subconsciously took the toothbrush filled with toothpaste from Ming Zeye and yawned lazily.
"Are you going on a mission so early today?"
After Ming Zeye washed up, he tied up his hair with a hair rope and said, "Let's go home."
"Home?" Shi Jiu didn't respond, and said blankly: "Aren't we at home?"
"Mingheyu's place." Mingzeye said calmly.
Shi Jiu spat out the foam in his mouth and said, "Let's go so early."
"I want to change my taste today."
Shi Jiu curled his lips and muttered: "You actually dislike my poor cooking skills."
Ming Zeye glanced at Shi Jiu and said, "It's not bad."
Shi Jiu's cooking skills are indeed good, but ever since he learned to cook, he suddenly became very fond of sweet food and almost always uses sugar as salt.
Ming Zeye had reason to suspect that Shi Jiu put sugar in every time on purpose.
After Ming Zeye tied up his hair, he sat on a chair, put on glasses that could convert two dimensions into three dimensions, and took out his favorite gun.
He disassembled the pistol very quickly, and then applied special engine oil to each part very gently for maintenance.
"I've washed up~" Said, Shi Jiu jumped to Ming Zeye's side.
"Um."
Ming Zeye took off his glasses, reassembled the pistol, and stuffed it into his pocket.
He never wears glasses when there are paper people around, otherwise his desire to tear the paper people apart will be particularly strong.
And after inheriting the puppet master, his strength has increased a lot. It should be easy to tear up a paper man, but it will get blood all over the body and it will be too troublesome to clean.
After going out, Ming Zeye did not go directly to the private manor, but first went to a store to buy ice cream.
He used to like eating ice cream on snowy days, but unfortunately he can't feel the changes of the four seasons in the world now.
When I eat ice cream again, I always feel like something is missing.
Ming Zeye suddenly felt that the ice cream in his hand had become a little tasteless, but he still finished it.
About half an hour later, Ming Zeye drove to the manor.
As soon as Ming Zeye got off the bus, Ming and Yu came over and said with some surprise: "You're here so early? You probably haven't had breakfast yet, let's eat together."
Ming Zeye nodded slightly.
Ming Heyu looked at Ming Zeye's thin windbreaker and frowned: "Why are you wearing so little? You will get sick in such a cold weather."
"I'm used to it." Ming Zeye replied casually.
"You have to change this habit and go inside first." Ming Heyu said helplessly.
As soon as they entered the house, Ming and Yu took out the remote control and raised the indoor temperature a little.
Shi Jiu jumped off Ming Zeye's shoulder and came to the dining table with ease.
Ming Zeye looked at the porridge on the table and asked, "Do you like Chinese food?"
Ming Heyu raised a smile on his lips and said, "You and your parents like it, so of course I like it too."
"What about yourself?" Ming Zeye asked again.
"I don't like anything." Ming and Yu shook their heads and continued: "I will like whatever you like."
Ming Zeye stirred the porridge in the bowl and said nothing.
After finishing breakfast, Ming and Yu got up and put away the dishes.
Ming Zeye frowned, stepped forward to help Ming and Yu clean up, and asked, "Where are John and the other servants?"
Ming and Yu skillfully cleared the dishes on the table and said, "I gave them a day off."
"Songzeli is not so poor that he cannot afford to pay them a day's salary." Ming Zeye said coldly.
Ming and Yu's eyes were filled with smiles, and they explained: "Today is the first day of the Spring Festival. I give them a holiday at this time every year."
Ming Heyu sounded nostalgic, "Mom said that over there, the whole family would get together to eat during the Spring Festival. When she was still here, she would cook with her own hands every Spring Festival. Her cooking skills were so good."
Ming Zeye was stunned for a moment. So today is the Chinese Spring Festival? The last time he celebrated the Spring Festival seemed to be a long time ago, so long ago that he forgot that there was a Spring Festival.
"Just sit aside and I'll do it." Ming and Yu said.
Ming Zeye didn't say anything, just cleaning up and wiping the table.
Ming and Yu smiled helplessly, their younger brother was really stubborn and kind.
Then the two of them took the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them. Ming and Yu put on aprons, took out the dumpling wrappers and prepared meat fillings from the refrigerator, and started making dumplings.
Ming Zeye had never made dumplings before. He picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper and followed Ming Heyu's example and made a dumpling.
But the dumplings he made didn't look as delicate as Ming and Yu's dumplings, and the fillings were easily exposed.
Ming Heyu glanced at Ming Zeye's dumplings and said with a smile, "I'll do it. You go play some games first."
"No need." Ming Zeye picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper again, recalled Ming and Yu's actions just now and wrapped a new dumpling.
Ming Heyu looked at Ming Zeye with some surprise at the decent dumplings in his hands, and praised: "You learn so fast. I wasted a lot of materials when I was learning."
"It's quite simple." Ming Zeye said calmly.
Shi Jiu, who was standing on Ming Zeye's shoulder, jumped on the table and said, "Is it really easy? I want to try it too."
Ming Zeye glanced at Shi Jiu warningly, did he still remember that he was just a cat?
Shi Jiu understood what Ming Zeye meant and squatted in a corner out of interest. It was really inconvenient to be in someone else's house.
After making twenty-four dumplings, Ming Zeye stopped what he was doing.
"That should be enough."
"Chongming will be back today. His appetite is ten times that of normal people."
Ming Zeye raised his eyebrows slightly. Ming Heyu's pronunciation of the Chinese name "Chong Ming" was very standard. He should speak Chinese well.
However, the polite-looking red-haired man actually eats ten times as much as a normal person. He is really beyond appearances.
After making the dumplings, Ming Zeye helped Ming and Yu cook a sumptuous meal.
