And Matthew's rough kiss before Meng Lang left made Phil feel what it means to be majestic and powerful.

What is rare is that he did not cry this time, after all, he can still understand the sadness of parting.

The little hand tapped Catherine's arm a few times, expressing comfort for the young mother, but the body was too weak, like a baby expressing dissatisfaction.

Catherine thought her son had urinated, turned it over and sniffed it, and the smell was really not good, he was a stinky boy.

Winter goes to spring, insects chirp and frost falls, year after year, children always grow up as fast as lightning.

Phil, who was confined to Catherine's arms yesterday, can already run all over the ground.

He is 6 and a half years old this year, and he looks like a little fat ball, and he is unexpectedly short.

Phil has always had a different opinion on this, if according to the standards of the earth, this age of 120 centimeters may not be considered tall, but in any case it is not short.

It's just that the children of the same age in the town, just like the cubs who grew up eating raw beef and drinking wolf blood in the legend, have an average height of about 130 centimeters, and some are even more outrageous, reaching 140 centimeters.

For example, little George in the next block, who is three months younger than him, is already 141 centimeters.

Phil's short and chubby figure was also ridiculed by the children, and his prominent family and weird routine made him seem very unsociable, so few were willing to take the initiative to play with him, and even secretly nicknamed him, "Little Swallow Mo".

Tunmo is similar to the voles on Earth, omnivores, and likes to dig holes in crop fields as nests, especially sweet potato tubers.

If you dig deep into the potato fields in winter, you will find a large amount of stored grain in their long, deep burrows.

Occasionally, when the moisture is not good, you can even rely on this to solve the food rations of the farmer's family for half a winter.

Maybe he likes to eat sweet potatoes, so he is round and small, and the most obvious sign is that he has two front teeth and big, round eyes, which look stupid and cute.

For such a trivial matter as a nickname, Phil didn't pay attention to it at all.

In fact, he was happy to maintain such a more withdrawn image.

As a former 30-year-old man, it's hard for him to imagine himself having a runny nose, pouting his ass, and a bunch of imps lying on the ground playing a game of pinball, and getting himself covered in dust.

As he grew older, his strange illness has become better and better, and the most obvious change is that the time spent awake each month has increased from the original 10 days to the current 20 days.

And for the rest of the time, the behavior is becoming more and more normal.

For example, if you eat and go to the toilet by yourself, you will not choke yourself with a glass of water when you are thirsty, just like a child who is born with autism, but it does not affect your life at all.

In short, Catherine took good care of him, and this woman dedicated her best years to him and broke her heart for him.

Phil is also full of deep foam and gratitude for this blonde woman who is 35 years old this year.

The man, Matthew O. Snape, was a standard Imperial soldier.

Hot-blooded, patriotic, and serious most of the time, cold-blooded, cruel, ferocious, but full of cunning wisdom on the battlefield.

Three years ago, the second awakening was successful, and with the desperate fighting on the battlefield over the years, he was finally promoted again after accumulating merit and became a captain of the Great Knight Wing leading more than 500 people.

Phil finally learned a happy fact, the Snape family he backed was one of the three major military cities on the southeast border of the Wadesmann Empire, and the powerful family in Gaokan City.

His grandfather, Brad O. Snape, was a division commander with the title of Earl, and he was a powerful commander, even among the many powerful people in the imperial capital.

's father, Matthew, is only the youngest of the three siblings, and there is also the eldest sister and the second brother on top.

The background seems to be quite good, he can be regarded as the third generation of Genhong Miaozheng's power, or the third generation of the army.

At least in this small town of Fallen Horse, the Snape family would be able to cover the sky if necessary, which was one of the reasons why Catherine insisted on bringing him back.

Even Hampton Stewart, the lord of Fallen Horse Town, is just a great knight who has been retired for many years.

When the reward arrived in Lok Ma Town, he even solemnly held a celebratory banquet for the Snape family, inviting all the town's minor nobles, respected elders, and all the priests of the temple.

One autumn afternoon, Phil woke up from a hibernation slumber, rubbed his still heavy eyelids, and stretched out a big stretch.

There was a thunderous noise in his stomach, it was his stomach whining at him.

Barefoot, he stepped on the wooden stairs to the dining room on the first floor, ready to begin his lunch.

The chubby little body writhed in the high chair specially designed for him, and the cushion under his ass was twisted to the ground.

"Phil O. Snape!

If you walk barefoot around again next time, I'll punish you for not being allowed to eat.

Look at your grass-like hair, can't you just take a few minutes to comb it a little?

Do you need me to re-teach your manners?"

The majestic female voice rang out suddenly, causing the little fat man to shrink his neck and almost fall off the high chair.

Like every woman's talent hidden in her genes, in addition to her unaging appearance, Catherine has successfully developed the big killer of nagging for a few years, and is maturing day by day.

The little fat man had no choice but to wash hastily and put on light and soft loafers at home.

He didn't want to rise to the level of nagging to the point where he couldn't stand it, that would be stupid.

A two-course meal and a bowl of soup, plus a basket of fluffy buns on the table, made for Phil's usual lunch.

"Uncle Campbell, you should also take care of him, look at how lazy he looks, how he will go to school in two years. At least let him wash up, how can he eat in his pajamas. Catherine babbled at a tall man standing behind her as she skillfully sliced the bread with her knife.

The time to serve the food is just right, and the heat is just right.

Phil silently slipped through the stews and potato chunks on his plate, as if he hadn't heard Catherine's complaints as if he were scolding, and looked absent-minded about not doing my job.

At the moment, his attention was completely drawn to the food in front of him.

The reddish dish with a thick sauce is a bit like the braised pork and potatoes in the previous life, in fact, in his opinion, there is no difference at all.

Sweet potatoes are like oversized potatoes, a tuber-like plant that grows under the soil, with a huge yield, drought and cold tolerance, soft and glutinous after stewing, sweet and delicious.

And it tastes very chewy, with a slight Q-bomb feeling, and the taste is first-class.

Meat is a domestic animal domesticated and widely farmed by humans on the continent of Gaia, the honey dolphin.

The dolphin has a small, thick head, a fierce temperament, long hair, thick skin, hoof-like feet, and is most notably characterized by a row of sharp, hard bone blades from the neck to the back, which are actually part of its vertebrae that extend from its vertebrae.

An adult male honey dolphin is about seven or eight hundred kilograms, and a female is about four or five hundred kilograms.

But after being domesticated, the lazy nature was greatly released, and the temperament became docile.

Wild honey dolphins usually haunt the mountains and woodlands, and mostly feed on insects and plant flowers and fruits, and occasionally hunt some small animals and make tooth sacrifices.

Perhaps because of this, the flesh is delicate, rich in oil, and has a faint nectar-like fragrance, hence the name.

After a long period of stewing, the fat in the meat gradually soaks into the rich potato chunks, and the whole dish is full of color and oily, and the flavor is mellow and rich, which is very appetizing.

Phil devoured and didn't speak, his tastes and hobbies remained unchanged after his rebirth, a typical carnivore, fond of stewed meat, roasted meat, boiled meat, and heavy oil and salt.

The other dish on the table was a translucent cube made by chopping and boiling something like a mushroom, which was cut into thin slices and stacked on a plate.

It is crystal clear and looks very appetizing, a bit similar to the skin jelly that the northern part of China likes to eat in winter on the earth.

It's just that it contains almost no fat, and it tastes very refreshing and sweet.

The only soup is a stew of several small trash fish and shellfish from Lok Ma Lake.

It simmered for two hours, straining all the residue and leaving only the purest and most transparent soup.

If it weren't for the green parsley shards floating on it, at first glance you'd think it was a bowl of clear water.

But the taste, no spices, just a little salt, absolutely delicious, and only in a place like Lok Ma Town, which is adjacent to the big lake, it is possible to drink such an authentic miscellaneous fish soup.