He didn't know why and asked in a low voice: "Dinner?" It's not a meal, what kind of meal?
"Uh-huh, I've been eating for a long time." Yunwei couldn't hold back his laughter as he said that.
Seeing Yunwei's smile, Nighthawk immediately understood. He quickly pulled back his outstretched leg. It was better to stay away. The cooking skills of his siblings were simply too shocking.
"Baby, take a rest, I've been working hard all day."
"No, was the omelette you just made delicious? How about another one?" Looking at her attentive look, he really couldn't bear to ruin her mood.
"Okay, one more, and some meat too." I ate an egg all afternoon and didn't finish it. This was the toy pot made by that bastard.
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." However, seeing her interest in playing, he felt that this toy kitchen tool was very good. Although the knife was small, it could cut meat, especially the mini cutting board, which was not as big as an apple. , what he was most dissatisfied with was the frying pan, which was only a little bigger than a quail egg and was really too small.
In fact, as long as she is responsible for being happy, he will block all the harm outside the city wall and not disturb her in the slightest. He believes he can do it. "Baby, please have more meat, cut it into rounds and fry it. Come on, you can cook. My husband will help you."
Another half hour later, despite Zuo Yang's tough offensive, she still went to bed obediently, "Husband, call me if you only sleep for half an hour. Don't forget."
"As you command, my little princess." In the note Feng Qi brought back, his grandfather repeatedly told her not to overwork herself, and he never dared to forget it.
While she was asleep, he left the tent and walked towards the kitchen. There was no one in the kitchen in the afternoon, and he started working according to the blood-replenishing prescription that Night Owl had copied for him.
Just after waking up, before his eyes could regain their clarity, a small piece of meat was stuffed into Wuyou's mouth. It was chicken soup made by Zuo Yang himself. "Madam, please eat more meat, and you can't have less soup." He insisted on feeding it with his own hands. Wuyou had no choice but to sit up, adjust his posture, and then obediently took one bite after another of the carefully cooked Shiquan Dabu Decoction.
"My husband also eats, otherwise I won't eat." She tilted her head to the side with her cheeks bulging.
"I want Madam to feed me." Wuyou's eyes lit up when he heard him act coquettishly, "Yeah, that's great!"
Obediently handed over the spoon, and he opened his mouth to wait for feeding, "Husband, eat well and don't get sick!" She picked the largest piece of meat in the bowl and put it safely into his mouth.
He chewed carefully and buried his head in Wuyou's arms. "Girl, I'll work hard." She hugged half of his body, as if comforting a wounded lion. She knew that he was under a lot of pressure. , she knows it all.
"Come on, my king."
Her unique gentleness was like the force of nature in spring, which quickly helped him adjust his mood. When he stood up again, his face was still filled with perseverance.
They are very similar to each other. They are both accustomed to digesting their vulnerability internally. Except for the people they love, they refuse to show their weak side in front of outsiders.
"Honey, I want some soup."
"Follow your orders!" No one wants to separate them. They never thought about the end from the beginning, so they will go hand in hand even if thorns pave the way.
A small pot of nutritious tonic soup was quickly consumed by the two people's affection. "How does it taste? Wife," he was eager to know Wuyou's comments on this craft.
"Let me think carefully...this soup should only exist in heaven, how many people can taste it in the world."
"It seems that your husband is very talented in cooking." His cold face, which was always calm and calm in front of outsiders, always faded away from the moment he saw Wuyou, and now he was even more energetic. , there was also a look of pride that could not be concealed between his eyebrows.
She affirmed with stern eyes: "Husband, after the zombies are wiped out and the world returns to stability, you can go take the chef certificate exam! You will definitely pass it."
"Hahaha, is it so delicious?" The curvature of the corner of his mouth could no longer be measured.
"Yeah, this way I can eat delicious food every day in the future!"
"The abacus is really loud! You know how to eat. Brother will come over to check your body in a while. Get up quickly." He said and brought her a set of plush pajamas. The pants were nine points, which was just right. Show your ankles.
"Roger that!" She was simple, and he liked it very much.
"Baby, put your socks on, they're too short, too short..." He watched Wuyou fold the socks again and again. Nothing she said was of any use when she was so beautiful.
The chip monitoring in the palm of the hand saves time, but the data fed back to the brain makes it difficult for Nighthawk to speak. The data is all normal, but it can be seen with the naked eye that the worry-free state is obviously getting worse.
The two brothers were drinking tea and chatting in the tent. Wuyou put on his slippers and went out of the tent. It was as bright as day outside. Although it was already evening, there were many bonfires besides lights.
She knew that this was all ordered by Zuo Yang. It was raining heavily in Changping. In order to block the cold and damp air, multiple fires would be specially added at night, mainly around her tent.
Under the bright light, there were people playing cards, some competing in martial arts, and some standing in circles fighting for pets.
This is a new game they discovered recently when they had nothing to do. The mutated giant mosquitoes cut off their wings and use their long mouthparts to fight each other like fencing. Another method is to leave one wing, so that as long as it flaps its wings, it will Spinning in place, the two put together are as exciting as a top competition.
After watching Wuyou for a while, she felt a little tired. She sat on the stool brought by Yunwei and thought about life. "Buzzing..." The quiet mosquito buzz made her catch the sight of a small red-headed mutant mosquito.
She didn't care, because she had a bonfire at hand and mosquitoes would not bite her, but she soon knew that her judgment was wrong.
Because the red-headed mosquito slowly flew toward her from a distance and landed directly on her ankle. "Did you make a mistake? Bite me in front of me." Just as she was about to reach out and hit her, she saw this red-headed mosquito. The mosquito's belly is getting bigger and bigger.
"Bang!" sounded like someone throwing a firecracker into the fire, and it exploded. By the time she realized what she was doing, her ankle was swollen like a steamed bun, and there were specks of blood on her trousers, which made her look really embarrassed.
With the help of the hunter, she reluctantly walked to the tent, said "Take care!" and ran away. There was only Zuo Yang in the tent. When he saw Wuyou limping in, his temper immediately exploded.
"Wuyou! In the blink of an eye, you turned yourself into such a bear. What do you want me to say about you! Ah! You say it yourself!" He shouldn't have let her go out to play.
"What should I say? Husband, you can praise me! Praising me for my white skin and beauty is better than the beauty of the gods." She was still talking, shaking her head like the ancients, which really made Zuo Yang very angry, but she really couldn't say anything more to her. Cruel words.
