"How are you like this. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Tangyuan immediately wanted to snatch back the uneaten chicken legs."

"It's my stuff, and I can take it back." Yebei took back the bowl and quickly poured it into the trash, Tang Yuan looked distressed for a while, and his eyes looked at the chicken soup that was still simmering on the stove.

"Since you don't like it, please leave." Yebei immediately issued an eviction order.

Tang Yuan reluctantly looked at the chicken soup boiling in the pot, pouted aggrievedly, and looked back at the chicken soup step by step.

When I walked to the door, I wanted to look back, but the door slammed shut.

"A man's heart is a needle." Tang Yuan leaned against the door and sat down, smelling the aroma of rice and touching his stomach, and the heart that loved food began to be restless again.

Cautiously climbed to the window and peeked into the room.

Yebei sat casually in the dining chair, a thick blanket draped over his shoulders, and a book spread out on his knees.

One hand lifted his glasses, the other hand turned the pages, and the sound of turning the pages and the clattering of the charcoal barbecue in the stove next to him converged to form a pleasant symphony.

The afterglow of Tang Yuan's eyes meowed to the kitchen behind the man's side, the chicken soup on the boiler had been taken down, and it would be cold if he didn't eat it again.

Waste is the most shameful thing in the world, and since this guy doesn't want to eat chicken soup, it's good to help him solve it yourself.

Estimating the distance between them, she was sure enough not to let Yebei find out. A flying body quickly crawled into the room, she had come in through the bathroom window, and to enter the kitchen had to go through the hall.

Now the lighting of the hall depends on the furnace, and he is sure enough to extinguish the furnace, and a cold current surges, rushing towards the furnace.

"Why don't you extinguish it?" Tang Yuan looked at the stove that was still burning vigorously, and scratched her head unconvinced, this was the first time she had missed, in the past, as long as she was close to the fire, the fire would automatically go out.

The water sleeves swayed lightly, and a powerful gust of wind and frost hit the stove, directly flying the book in Yebei's hand into the unburned furnace.

The furnace had not yet been extinguished, but Yebei's gaze had been diverted, and her purpose had been achieved.

Taking advantage of Yebei to stand up and take the book, the glutinous rice balls turned over and entered the kitchen, and picked up the pot of chicken soup in his heart.

"Who." Yebei slowly turned around, only to see a white figure jumping down from the kitchen window.

"This is the third floor!" A hint of nervousness flashed in Yebei's eyes, and he quickly ran towards the window, and was slightly relieved to look at the rice balls running with chicken soup on the snow.

"Food is always more important than me." Yebei leaned helplessly, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

In the base of the military region, Tang Yuan was holding the chicken soup and biting the chicken leg inside, and Gu Zilang stared at her hungrily.

The smell was so tempting that sitting here, he could imagine how fragrant this chicken soup was.

The glutinous rice balls were a little hot when Gu Zilang saw it, and it seemed that something was wrong with eating alone in front of a child.

"Do you want to eat?" I thought that Gu Zilang would politely say no, but unexpectedly, he took the chicken soup excitedly and drank it with a grunt.

"You leave it for me~" Before Tang Yuan finished speaking, Gu Zilang's chicken soup had already been drunk. "Stay a little."

Tang Yuan bit her finger that had just been dipped in chicken soup aggrievedly, forget it, she wouldn't grab food with a little kid.

Touching his belly, which had been initially pampered, Tang Yuan slowly walked upstairs, looking for a place where he could rest.

"The room in the far corner of the corridor, I'll clean it up for you, rest early." Gu Yanyin slowly draped a blanket on Gu Zilang's shoulders, raised his head and said to Tang Yuan.

"Thank you." This is the legendary good wife and mother, and it's nice to have such a person as a friend.

Tang Yuan opened the door, and the stove that was burning inside was extinguished.

Shaking his head, he strode to the side of the bed, which was soft and covered with three quilts.

Tang Yuan didn't even take off his clothes, covered the quilt, stared straight at the ceiling with his eyes, and his feet were exposed outside the quilt.

Think carefully about what happened today, and in order to prevent today's memories from dissipating, you must write it down yourself.

Tang Yuan sat up and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find the book.

Surprisingly, there didn't seem to be a notebook in this room, and I was just about to give up, and I found myself pressing a notebook under my pillow, and a pen was in the notebook.

Why didn't he find out just now, Tang Yuan sat back on the bed, opened the sketchbook, the first page of the book is a clear lakeside, and the lower left corner is written in hard thin gold font on the shore of Lake Baikal.

"It's so beautiful." Tang Yuan looked at the lifelike lakeside, and couldn't help but have a touch of praise in his eyes.

Scroll down, and the painting below is very miserable.

"It's too ugly." Tang Yuan looked at the painting in his hand with disgust for a while, and continued to flip down.

The last page of the sketchbook is filled with the name of a night north.

"Yebei seems to be the name of the cook during the day." Tang Yuan touched his chin. "No, the cook held a grudge against me for stealing his chicken soup and deliberately came to take revenge on me."

No, he was so fast, it stands to reason that he didn't find himself.

"Then this book won't be smeared." Tang Yuan carried the notebook in disgust, flipped back and forth, and did not notice any peculiar smell, so he spread it on his knees with confidence.

I opened the pen and quickly recorded what happened today in the notebook.

First things first: meet acquaintances, eat roast dogs and sheep, and find a place to live.

Second thing: take out a robot that wants to steal the ring.

The third thing: stealing a cook's chicken soup.

Tang Yuan looked at his font, always felt that he had seen it somewhere, and quickly turned the pages of the book, and the names of the paintings in the lower right corner of the ugly and non-trash paintings in the first few chapters were almost the same as his own words.

"I can't have drawn it myself." Tang Yuan threw away the sketchbook in disgust. "Absolutely impossible, it must be just the same words, how could I draw such an ugly thing.

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Tang Yuan rolled into the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes, looking at the sketchbook, and shaking his head.

Such a hot-eyed painting must not have been painted by yourself, so I closed my eyes and decided to escape by sleeping.

Feeling something around his waist, Tang Yuan quickly took out the silver ring in his side waist pocket.

"I almost forgot about that." Tang Yuan held up the ring, which shone with a glimmer of light in the dark night.

"It's really not good to take the dead man's things, find a time, I have to return you, before that, I'll wear it first." If you don't wear it on your hand, you will probably forget about it tomorrow.

The size of the ring can only allow the rice balls to be put on the thumb, and holding the quilt, the rice balls slowly fall asleep.