The diving bird said, "Don't go back tonight."

The diving bird watched the butterfly's expression change with trepidation, and he feared that he would be rejected.

The butterfly replied in a low voice: yes.

I never thought that it was so refreshing, and the diving birds were very happy.

The two were busy in the kitchen, and when the butterfly was helping to wash the vegetables, the diving bird suddenly came to her back and hugged her waist and scratched the back of her neck for a long time, and the two frolicked again. Until the butterfly deliberately angrily said: Are you still going to have dinner?

Looking at the dishes on the table, Butterfly couldn't help but admire: You really know how to cook.

The diving bird was very proud and said, "That's right."

In Butterfly's view, although the diving bird's craftsmanship is far inferior to the original Fan Fan, Fan Fan himself is a chef, and there is no Chinese and Western food and pastry that he can't do.

And Fan Fan can be called a genius in this regard, basically as long as he has tasted any dish, he will not burn it, but she doesn't like Fan Fan's taste of killing alive.

Fan Fan believes that the ingredients must be fresh, and if they are not fresh, they will lose that deliciousness. Freshness is the first priority in any cuisine.

According to him, if you want to eat chicken, it is best to catch one on the spot on the mountain. After slaughtering with a knife, immediately put it in the pot, the blood has not yet cooled, and the deliciousness of the meat can be very retained.

Every time the butterfly saw it, it was terrified.

That time, Fan Fan said that he wanted to kill a rabbit for the butterfly, but the butterfly was against it, if he really wanted to do it, the butterfly would desperately try to save the rabbit.

Every time I saw Fan Fan handling the bought live ingredients in front of the faucet with blood in his hand, the butterflies were a little unbearable. She repeatedly persuaded her: Don't buy these in the future, it's too scary.

Fan Fan looked disapproving, and said while washing: You have to make up for it, look at you, how thin have you become? How can I do without these?

The butterfly was depressed, and he had never eaten these before, and he did not necessarily starve to death from malnutrition?

She later found out that Fan Fan was very authoritarian in this regard, and she couldn't communicate at all. You said yours, he killed him, when it was over, boiled a large pot, put it in front of him, and said with a warm smile: Come, be good, eat quickly! Eat meat!

When she was visiting the vegetable market with the diving bird just now, she was still upside down, afraid that he would stop when he saw the stalls of those living creatures, and would give her a little bit of a whole.

Fortunately, the diving bird didn't seem to care too much about anything new or new, and he walked over with the butterfly without even looking at it.

The two of them picked lotus roots in front of the vegetable stall for a long time, and the proprietress looked at the young man and woman with disgust, looking like the kind that didn't often visit the vegetable market.

The two of you said a sentence to me for a long time, and I picked a lotus root for a long time, and I also picked a lotus.

Butterflies and diving birds looked at each other and smiled, they didn't care about the face of this proprietress, I buy things, you don't care.

Then, according to the taste of butterflies, I bought a pound of small tomatoes as a fruit for the evening, and the diving bird weighed some small chops at the meat stall, and then added some vegetables. After the purchase is completed, I will go home.

The diving bird looked at the stunned butterfly, so he grabbed a chopstick chopstick and stretched it into her bowl, grinned and said: Eat?

Actually, the butterfly is not hungry at all, she said that she was full because she was really not hungry.

The diving bird in front of him seemed very hungry, took a big gulp of vegetables and rice, and then said: It is better to make it yourself. Eating outside all day is really terrible. I've gained a lot of weight lately.

Then, he looked at the butterfly eating like a dead meal, and frowned and said, "It seems that you are really not hungry?" How do you usually eat by yourself? Or just don't eat it?

Butterfly pondered for a long time, but she really didn't think about how she fooled herself three times a day, thought about it, and then said frankly: I usually eat some salads, noodles and the like.

She hid the raw food, which she found scary, and was afraid that the diving birds would laugh at her.

The diving birds have already eaten two bowls and are ready to serve the third bowl. It can be seen that he worked hard this afternoon, and his physical strength was seriously exhausted, and he was really hungry and panicked, and said: Oh, I like noodles too. Salad? Yes, I love fruit salad.

Butterflies know this very well, when they go to work together, basically the girls like to eat, there is nothing he doesn't like, they have also gone to the dessert shop together, eat desserts, and after eating, they will squint their eyes, with a smile, and make a comment. If he goes to the cake room together, he will also squeeze among these girls and share a piece of fresh milk cake together.

So, that time zygote kept saying that he had some, a sissy.

Butterfly really wants to tell the zygote today: the diving bird does look a little girly on the outside, it seems to be very girly, a little soft, but in fact, it is not a mother at all. Mother just looks on the outside, but inside is actually a man.

The butterfly sighed faintly: Actually, it's still very unruly.

This afternoon, he made the butterfly's eyelids feel as heavy as lead water at the moment, not to mention that he proposed not to go home tonight, he did have some soreness in his legs, and it would take at least half an hour to walk home, but he really couldn't walk.

Butterfly sighed to herself: It's really an old bone, how can it withstand such a toss.

Watching the diving bird finish eating, drink the soup, and sit there with a radiant look, still returning to his usual appearance, looking at himself with a smile but not a smile, it is really called envy, jealousy, and hatred, which is indescribable.

At the time of eating, the butterfly was already sleepy, and after the diving bird had finished washing the dishes and finished a lot of work, he returned to the room to see that the butterfly had fallen asleep on the sofa. With the TV on, she fell asleep.

The diving bird couldn't help but laugh, and then directly put her on the bed, took off her clothes, and covered her with her own quilt.

I wanted to ask her to get up and take a shower first, but the two of them were actually slimy all afternoon, but seeing her sleeping so deeply, I didn't want to disturb her.

I sat in front of the bed and looked at her carefully for a while, and I was very happy.

As he left, he lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips. When she kissed herself just now, she used a little more strength, and now her lips are still a little painful and numb, he reached out and touched his mouth, this is not called pain and happiness, what else is it called?

I took my clothes, rinsed them thoroughly from head to toe in the bathroom, and then I was busy in front of the computer for a while, and the butterfly never woke up, and when the diving bird lay down late at night and gently hugged her, she didn't wake up.

The diving bird watched the butterfly in the dark for a long time, and the ten years of waiting are now a successful end.

Seeing that the butterfly is really beside him, not false, not dreaming, his heart is full of indescribable joy, trembling joy.

He was almost reluctant to sleep, afraid that when he woke up, the butterfly would be gone, and there was still a lonely empty bed next to him-