Two dishes and one soup, the combination is reasonable, and the taste is rich, so he eats it very fragrantly.

It's just that Catherine's brow furrowed several times during the meal, and she seemed to be a little dissatisfied with her son's table manners, but thinking that he had just come to his senses, she didn't say anything more.

"It's the Fisherfire Festival celebration next week, has Aunt Demi's invitation arrived?" asked Phil, taking a sip of soup and looking up at Catherine.

"It's been delivered, but I'm still hesitating, are you sure you want to come with me this year?" said Catherine's face with some concern.

"It's okay Mom, I'm always going to take this step, it's better to adapt as soon as possible. Phil shrugged lightly. "Besides, it's not something that was decided last year. ”

Over the past few years, the tall and thick walls of Snape Manor have not stopped gossip, and the town's speculation and ridicule about Phil has continued.

Although Catherine has always been quite approachable and always has a soft and humble tone, the Grand Knight Lady who holds the shelf is also quite domineering.

Just last year, she brutally sent down two ignorant women who were sneering to their faces at a banquet.

The two stupid women had obviously only just moved in, and they didn't know much about the situation in the town, so they didn't know who was picking them up as cannon fodder.

Soon, their husbands were reassigned to work and moved out of the town, reportedly to plant trees in the mountains further south.

Heaven and earth conscience, there are so many trees there that they can't be cut down.

Catherine said she didn't know about the outcome, and she didn't have any guilt or thoughts about making a big fuss.

In anything about Phil, Catherine's personality will always be clearly divided into two extremes, one is the humble and gentle Catherine, and the other is the cold and demanding little fat.

Since then, this gossip has gradually become less and less, at least not heard on the surface.

But Catherine still kept a low profile, and so far had never let the little fat man attend a similar occasion, for fear that he would be hurt.

Seeing her son's breezy appearance, Catherine hesitated for a moment, but still agreed to her son's choice.

After a few years of day and night, she knows best what kind of temperament her son is.

The son when he was sober, steady and mature, and even a little cunning, made it hard to believe that this was just a child who was less than seven years old.

Because of the strange disease, the little one has a limited amount of time to wake up every month, which also causes him to learn to speak later than a normal child.

But she is keenly aware of the little one's unusual talent.

Most children are ignorant and follow their nature, while their son's learning process is more conscious and planned.

No matter what you say, he will always sit there quietly and listen with big beautiful eyes.

Even if he sometimes senses that he is tired, he will quietly shift the goal of his studies.

Mama Bertha, Uncle Campbell, and the family's maids and manservants all became the objects of his study.

Whatever you say, it seems that he can understand, but he never says half a word except "Mom", which once made Catherine a little worried.

But soon this worry was replaced by a great surprise, because when the little fat man spoke formally for the first time, it was not a simple phrase, but a whole dialogue with complete logic and clear pronunciation.

But the strange thing is that after this, a little maid who had just taken care of him two days ago suddenly resigned and walked away for some reason.

The reason why this is so is somewhat related to the little bad taste in his bones.

Because of his cheerful and easy-going personality, all the people in the family like to be close to this little young master, and even some little maids like to whisper to him when taking care of him.

Of course, they didn't know their secrets, and they all listened to this little fat man who seemed harmless to humans and animals.

The little fat man also said that he was still young, and he couldn't understand anything like what kind of figure was not big enough.

As for Ah Hua's secret crush on Wangcai or something, it greatly enriched his otherwise boring childhood career.

Subsequently, Catherine also consciously began enlightenment education.

In addition to reading novels and newspapers, I also tried to teach him to read and write two years ago.

The result naturally made her overjoyed, saying that it was ten lines at a glance, which may be an exaggeration, but it was obviously very intelligent, and the progress of learning was very fast.

The most important thing is that the little one seems to have his own learning methods, which makes him learn very efficiently, which is somewhat magical for a four-year-old child.

Phil finally fills his stomach and changes into a set of home clothes while waiting for the maid.

After many years of aristocratic life, he can now enjoy the service of others with peace of mind, and he is complacent about it.

Dressed in his civilian clothes, he took out a small saucer containing some tiny fish and shellfish.

"Huh~, Huh~, Bao'er!" the little fat man sat on a small stool, scanning left and right inside and outside the house, and let out a series of calls from his mouth.

With the call, the little fat man's eyes flashed, and a gray-white shadow really snapped and skewed to his feet.

The white shadow raised his head and stretched his neck, his round little body still rubbing against his calves.

"Bao'er, do you want to have a snack?" the little fat man smiled warmly, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Boa is a baby curler, a gift from his maternal grandmother, Helen, when he was three years old.

When I first sent it to my home, it was only the size of a palm, and I was trembling with fear, but after three years of feeding and doting on Phil, it was now more than a foot long.

It looks like a giant salamander on the earth, also called a baby fish, and it looks very cute and joyful.

The front of the large, round head is a large mouth, which is now open with excitement because of the food, and a long pink tongue is expanding and expanding.

The bare round face is matched with a pair of small eyes, and the distance is still very large, which looks silly.

There was no obvious nose or ears on his face, but Phil knew that the little thing had a keen sense of hearing and smell.

Unlike the rough epidermis of reptiles, Boa's skin is smooth.

Phil had looked closely, but had not found the presence of scales, which felt like fine silk, soft and smooth.

The four webbed feet also have no claws, just a few sucker-like things that allow it to walk on smooth walls.

The tongue curl is a small pet that everyone on this continent, from the royal family to the common people's homes, likes to domesticate, especially the companion beast that has been cultivated since infancy.

This is because it is very similar to the small lizards on the earth, that is, it likes to catch mosquitoes for food, and keeping them close to them can protect adults and children from mosquito bites in the summer.

The reason why the curly tongue beast can become the most popular family pet is also because it is a cold-blooded creature with a docile personality, and it likes to be close to warm-blooded creatures by nature, and it is very cool close to the skin in summer.

And once this closeness is established, it is very loyal.

Of course, this kind of nature is likely to be a disaster for the Tongue Curler, which has little combat ability and can only rely on speed to protect itself, making it a ration for some unfriendly creatures.

In fact, it was hard for the little fat man to understand how this little creature that had evolved itself to be too fragile and stupid to look a little stupid had multiplied on this dangerous continent without extinction.

In fact, on the contrary, judging from the statistics of the last 100 years, this population has grown several times over, and even benefited several ethnic groups similar to it.

The skin of the tongue-curling beast is mostly striped with various colors, and the more single the color, the more pure it is.

The curly-tongued beast named Bao'er in front of him is all milky white as a whole, with only some light gray patterns on its back, which is already very rare and precious.

This is a treasure that Mrs. Helen has been staring at the pet merchant since her grandson was born, and it took three years to find it, which shows how much she dotes on Phil.

Phil kept teasing Bao'er with the meat in his hand, and Bao'er also looked up at the little fat man with stupid little eyes, her slender tail flicked behind her, and her mouth made an anthropomorphic "wow, wow" cry.

They had a lot of fun playing games with each other, and it was evident that they often did.

"Okay, don't feed it Badine all the time, its stomach is very weak, it's all your relationship with random feeding. Catherine came into the house with a plate of yellow fruit cut into small pieces and like pears, and said to Phil.

The little fat man sneered and put the small plate in front of Bao'er without refutation.

Bao'er also seemed to feel Catherine's powerful aura, and with a sweep of her big tongue, she rolled up the meat in the small plate, and ran away with a bang.