"Roxinandi, come and open the door for me, I found a lot of food, enough for us to eat for a long time!" Little Doflamingo slammed his elbow against the door with his arms full of food, and for some reason, he was in a good mood today.

"That's a lot of food!" Little Rosinandi excitedly ran to his brother and helped him put the food on the table in the restaurant.

"Nandy, I just learned a simple way to cook, just a fire and sweet potatoes to make a delicious meal!"

As he spoke, little Doflamingo shook the roasted sweet potato in his hand ostentatiously.

"It's ugly!" Little Nandy glanced at his mouth, but he was still full of hope, and he was curious about what the food in his brother's mouth was.

Since leaving Mary Joya and being found out here as a Draconian, little Nandy hasn't had a delicious meal in a long time.

Thinking of this, little Luo Nandi touched his lips with his hand, and asked with some longing: "Brother, can you give me the one in your hand?" I'm so hungry! ”

Unexpectedly, Doflamingo, who was still smiling, suddenly turned gloomy.

He frowned and said with some reluctance: "If you want to eat it and bake it yourself, it's not that there are no sweet potatoes!" ”

Doflamingo didn't know why, he hated it when people were thinking about him. Even if that person is his own brother.

things, he can fulfill the duties of his elder brother and send a beloved younger brother.

However, as soon as his brother reached out and asked for something for him, he couldn't help but want to be angry!

What's more, the roasted sweet potato in his hand was given to him by that man.

That's right, Doflamingo, who has been through so much, no longer considers himself a child.

He thinks that he is a man, and the person who can seriously injure and kill two people, and is gentle and gentle to himself, is naturally also a person who stands up to the sky.

When his brother remembered what the man had given him, little Doflamingo wondered why he was even more irritable in his heart.

Without saying a word, little Doflamingo walked over to the stove and stuffed the roasted sweet potatoes directly into the fire.

However, I don't know if it was because he was too angry or because he had too much strength, a few sweet potatoes were thrown into it, and the fire in the stove was directly dispersed.

The originally vigorous fire has now turned into a small flame, and what is even more odious is that these sweet potatoes are still pressing on the flames, and these sweet potatoes have successfully extinguished most of the flames, leaving only a little flame, struggling powerlessly.

Doflamingo's expression froze, how could he, who thought he was superior, tolerate such a big face in front of his younger brother.

Without saying a word, he picked up the iron hook next to the stove and pulled it back and forth, because the Xiuster just now was so gently pulled up, and the flame quickly rose a lot.

It's just that to his disappointment, the rapid digging did not make the flame vigorous, but because of his vigorous back and forth, it directly caused the stove to turn to the ground.

There was a loud bang, attracting Huo Minggu, who was cleaning up the clutter.

"Hey! Dover! Huo Minggu looked at the messy scene around him and sighed.

He didn't reprimand his eldest son, but from that sigh, you could see the disappointment that hated iron but not steel.

Hearing this extremely emotional sigh, little Doflamingo froze for a moment, and his originally good mood gradually disappeared for some reason, and he looked at his father fixedly for a long time without speaking.

If it was in the past, Huo Minggu, who was delicate, would easily find the difference in his eldest son. But today, when he was rejected by the Holy Land of Mary Joa, he was discouraged. He loves his wife deeply and invests almost all his emotions into his wife's health, and has no time for anything else.

This series of reasons caused Huo Minggu to not pay attention to his eldest son's emotions.

Besides, in his heart, Doflamingo, like those Draconians, was tyrannical, reckless, and often caused trouble to others!

Too many accidents gave Huo Minggu a huge blow, and he was disappointed, but he didn't find that the eldest son, who had been tortured by life, had begun to change.

And, in his heart, cleaning up this mess is more important than appeasing his eldest son.

Because the collapsed stove, the half-burning firewood, was burned by the boiling flames of the sweet potatoes on the skin. These combine to give the whole house a strange smell.

This flavor is a whole mixture of smoky, coaly, and evaporated sweet potato juice.

Huo Minggu wanted to clean up quickly, he didn't want his wife, who had finally fallen asleep, to be woken up by this smell.

Listening to his wife's coughing in her sleep, Huo Minggu's movements became faster and faster, and even Xiao Luo Nandi joined the team to collect firewood.

"Brother, come and pick it up, it's your mistake!" Little Rosinandi muttered.

It's just that this sentence completely angered little Doflamingo, who was standing there in a daze. He suddenly felt the urge to slam the door and immediately destroy the house.

For some reason, he suddenly hated his father and brother, and even for a moment, he thought of that cozy little shack.

It's just that the sound of coughing woke him up.

Little Doflamingo suppressed his emotions vigorously, he wanted to clench his fists, but this pair of hands also had to help collect sweet potatoes and firewood.

Aggrieved, resentful little Doflamingo, biting his lip tightly, he lowered his head and worked silently, but the eyes behind the sunglasses had long been blurred.

Even though the hot wood burned his cold, red, swollen little hands, he still clenched his teeth and did not let out a moan.

The things were almost packed, and Huo Minggu brought the rekindled stove to his wife's bedside. And he himself opened the window.

The cold wind of winter whistled and whistled, taking away the strange smell in the house and leaving behind the chill of the forest.

Huo Minggu sent his youngest son to play by himself, while he went into the humble kitchen, ready to cook for a family of four.

Little Doflamingo, who was standing in front of the door, stared blankly at his father's busy figure, he was stunned for a long time, and touched the roasted blackened roasted sweet potato from the table.

He walked to his little bed, the size of a bean, stretching his figure extremely long, and with his short body, he looked lonely and lonely.

Little Doflamingo threw himself on the bed, and he broke the sweet potato with all his might.

The red flesh with a hot aroma, I don't know why, made his nose sour.

Instead of peeling it off as meticulously as before, he shoved the piece of red flesh into his mouth and pressed the end with his other hand.

Not long after, the roasted sweet potatoes with a lot of calories entered his stomach like this.

Doflamingo tossed the rest of the sweet potato peels on the ground, and he turned to sleep on his side facing the still-leaking wall.

However, it was at this moment, in a place that others could not see, that two lines of tears finally slowly remained.

Doflamingo's young body trembled, and he held back not to make a sound.

In a simple kitchen, the sound of pots and pans muffs out the sound of this not much in the first place.

A thin curtain separates the bed from the hall, and it seems to separate him from his family!