"Pickles!" Ziyou opened his mouth and let out an expressionless grunt.

I knew that I liked to eat small rice before...... Rice, and pickles, although such a habit is weird, but it is also very easy to satisfy, Ziyou doesn't mind, every meal on the table with pickles, let her eat enough.

Can the dishes on the table ...... What is it! A whole pot of pickle gnocchi...... Hey, just looking at it like that, Ziyou's mouth was salty, and he couldn't help but sigh dryly.

Is there nothing else? It's not that he has no money, so he has to live on pickles.

Looking around, not to mention the big fish and meat, there is not even raw fish and raw meat...... That dare to ...... Today's meal ...... It can only be rice and pickles, which is a favorite of small rice, but it is not something that Azusa is happy to see.

Wait a minute...... Ziyou seemed to think of something, he didn't remember...... I had bought vegetables before, and I didn't have time at all yesterday, so I wanted to go grocery shopping this morning, but in the evening, because of the small rice thing, I haven't gotten up yet, so I don't have time to buy vegetables.

Nami...... And where do pickles come from?

Ziyou touched the wallet on his body, and he didn't look like he had touched it, and he said it...... It's not that the little rice is stealing its own money to buy vegetables, so is this the little rice conjugated?

What the hell.

Ziyou sat down, waited for the little rice to finish, brought two bowls of rice, and asked this question, but the little rice gestured excitedly, but Ziyou was still confused......

Communication with small rice...... It is not yet accessible to the extent that it is accessible, so it is very necessary to prepare enough paper and pen to be able to understand the idea of small rice at any time.

A table full of dishes...... It's all the favorite food of small rice, Ziyou watched her pull the rice excitedly, and she was happy to eat it.

Seeing that Ziyou didn't move his chopsticks, Xiao Rice shook Ziyou's wrist, and then ...... I picked up a pickle with chopsticks...... Put it in Azusa Yu's bowl.

"Aha!" Ziyou snorted, this little rice won't be revenge on herself, let her eat meat yesterday.

Pickles are fine to season once in a while, but if they are the main dish...... That's too much of a zombie.

"Little rice...... Listen to me. Ziyou took the chopsticks, poked the pickles in the bowl, and said to the small rice.

After hearing this, Xiao Fan raised his face and blinked at Ziyou, his mouth was still stuffed with rice...... and a mixture of pickles, and a few grains of rice on the face.

Ziyou stretched out his hand and removed the rice grains from Xiao Rice's face, and said at the same time. "In the future, leave the rough work of cooking to me, and you can just take care of the other housework."

If this is the kitchen of small rice in the future, then the days of Ziyou...... Even if the house is full of gold, it will live like a poor family.

Thrift is such a thing that you will only do when you have no money, and it is extravagant...... It can better increase the motivation to make money and improve the ...... at the same time Gross national product...... That's a good thing, a good thing.

Xiao Fan nodded slightly, and continued to lower her head...... Nibbling on rice went.

Sure enough, Ziyou still has a vision, and it is most appropriate to call her small rice.

Cooked rice...... Ziyou dry plugged, and he stuffed two bites, but he really couldn't stuff it in, it was too light, and the pickles Ziyou took a bite, so he didn't eat it, it was so salty, I really couldn't imagine these two extreme flavors of food, and the rice could be eaten so happily.

Anyway, Ziyou stopped eating and looked at the small rice...... That's enough.

"Is it delicious?" Ziyou asked.

Xiao Fan raised his head and smiled at Ziyou...... Expressing her feelings.

"Well, since you like it so much, this bowl is good for you to eat, my brother is not hungry." Ziyou pushed her bowl to Xiao Rice and continued to look at her.

Xiao Rice didn't shirk it, and held the bowl in front of him, like a baby, taking care of it.

Well, as long as she's happy.

Azusa got up. "Xiaomi, you wait a minute, I'll be back when I go out......"

Why go out? Of course, I went to eat, saying that he was not hungry, it was just Ziyou's rhetoric, this sleep slept until the afternoon, breakfast, lunch did not eat, can you not be hungry, it is just a lie to the small rice, a white lie.

In the meantime, go out and ...... is also to buy paper and pens, and he also has some things that he wants to ask about Xiaomifan in more detail.

Zhao Yiyi, I don't know if she woke up or not, she didn't sleep well yesterday, she helped Ziyou a lot, and saw Zhao Yiyi's house...... I didn't open the door, and it looks like I'm getting ready for a day off...... Anyway, being squeezed by Bu Yixuan, Zhao's ready-to-wear has no customers, and it doesn't matter if it opens the door or not.

Ziyou found a small noodle restaurant and opened a small stove for himself...... Yangchun noodles...... Add three braised eggs, two chicken legs, and a plate of peanuts, and the other diners around you are staring dryly, in fact, the people who come to eat at this noodle restaurant are all people who don't have a good livelihood and don't have much money.

Eating noodles is also cheap, a bowl of three cents...... Quasi-full. Even if you add a braised egg, it doesn't cost much.

Although Ziyou eats noodles, it is a deluxe version of Yangchun noodles...... Ordinary people are really reluctant to eat like this.

Being rich is so capricious.

After eating, after buying pen and paper, Ziyou returned home, wiped the oil Xingzi on the corner of his mouth, burped, and put the paper and pen in front of Xiaorice, Ziyou had some questions that needed Xiaoxiao to answer.

The first question is, where do the rice and pickles come from?

The rice was written on the paper...... Zhao Yiyi, the ...... sent

Ziyou touched her chin, so Zhao Yiyi has woken up, but why is her shop closed?

The second question is a brief explanation, what happened from the beginning of your memory to the time you met me?

Well, that's what Ziyou cares about the most.

After listening to this, Xiao Fan thought about it, and then began to write the reply to Ziyou's question on the paper. However, Ziyou only asked for a brief explanation, but Xiaofan obviously has a lot of stories to express, and the writing is not ...... at all It's not simple at all, it's like writing a novel, bringing Azusa into that short story.

The story goes...... Once upon a time......

"Stop!" Ziyou interrupted suddenly, causing Xiao Fan to raise her little face in confusion.

"What the hell was it a long, long time ago? I'll just ask you at the beginning of your memory, and before I met me...... What happened, was it a long, long time ago? ”

Xiao Rice's expression was very calm, and he wrote on the paper...... The stories you tell me will add this sentence from a long, long time ago.

Ziyou was stunned for a moment, and had to nod. "Okay, that's it, you go ahead ......"

The so-called long, long time ago, but only three days before Azusa You woke up.

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(The following is the story of Xiaomi's paper written to Ziyou, plus the author's language to present to you)

In the northwest of Selangor City there is a Nine Mile Mountain.

The reason why it is called Jiuli Mountain is because it is long from east to west...... Nine miles.

There is a temple on the hill, and there are no old monks in the temple, only three beggars in rags.

An old beggar sat on the ground, looking at the two beggars lying in front of him who had passed out, silent, and the two beggars lying down were Ziyou and Xiaomi.

The old beggar had a flat face, unkempt hair, a slightly burly figure, and under the tattered clothes, his sturdy skin was slightly exposed, although there were wrinkles on his face, and although his hair was white, his eyes had a certain heroic spirit that was difficult for ordinary people to approach.

Looking at the two people in front of him, silent, after a while, the old beggar's face suddenly turned white, his body shook, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and then lay on his chest, gasping constantly, and said secretly. "I was plotted again, and I used some internal strength...... It seems that my time is running out. ”

Relieving himself, the old beggar lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and stroked Xiang Xiaomi's face. "The world is so big, there is no place for me, although I am not afraid of death, I only hope that you two can live a good life, and don't repeat the mistakes of being a father."

"Even if it's a beggar for the rest of your life...... And live well...... Live......" the old beggar sobbed, and the old tears flowed, and the tears dripped down...... The dripping fell on the face of Xiao Xiaomi, who embroidered his eyebrows and woke up slowly.

Sensing the change in the rice, the old beggar took a look and smiled. "Ying'er...... You're awake......"