I almost ascended to heaven in one bite.

Sacrificial bears were so irritated by the stickiness in his mouth that his face was distorted.

She was wrong.

I thought it was a little bit off the sale, but I can eat it after all.

After taking a bite, the strong smell of eggs swept through the whole mouth, and the ginger slices and cooking wine were not put to remove the fishy, and the smell of minced meat in it made her want to vomit.

The little anticipation that the young man suppressed was broken by her hideous face.

His expression turned completely cold, patted her on the back and took the trash can, "Spit it out." ”

He had just tasted it, and although it was not a delicacies of the mountains and seas, it was not so unpalatable.

Wasting more than an hour is considered his idleness.

Sacrificial Xiong Xiong held back tears, swallowed them without chewing them much, and held back a compliment against his will, "It's delicious." ”

I didn't see your expression delicious.

Bo Ke had an indifferent face, and watched her pick up the bowl of porridge and eat it spoonful by spoonful.

As she ate half of it one bite at a time, she didn't show the expression just now, which balanced his psychology.

The smell of eggs can be ignored, and the smell of meat is really unbearable.

The sacrifice Xiong Xiong ate half of it, and did not put it down until the remaining meat foam settled at the bottom of the bowl and the rice porridge could no longer be fished out.

Holding the milk, the sacrificial bear climbed forward and hugged his neck, "Brother, I want to sleep with you~"

Boke didn't reach out to hug her, didn't speak, and kept his head down in the endgame.

Sacrifice Xiong Xiong is not discouraged, grandma's coquettishness, "master~"

A sound from the master told Bo Ke to stop his movements, and he had an inexplicable emotion in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was.

knew that he could tell him the truth, and even if he said that he had leaked his mouth, he didn't bother to correct it.

In the past, she only needed to be coquettish about what she wanted, and the owner would immediately soften.

Hmph, she didn't believe he would be indifferent.

The young man put down the dishes and chopsticks, and carried her to the front of him to look at her, "Who taught you?" ”

Ha?

A certain little bear bears recalled the sacred and solemn gift given by the man in his memory, "I am your master." ”

Sacrificial Xiong blinked his big pure eyes, and stated the facts very honestly, "You teach me." ”

What did he teach? When did he teach?

She didn't want to say it, and Boke didn't plan to say any more.

As for sleeping.

A man ruthlessly ripped her off her body and stuffed her into the quilt, and had a bit of an obligation to teach his brother, "There is a difference between men and women, you can't sleep together..."

This must have been the longest thing he had ever said, stiff and intermittent several times before he finished speaking.

Even Boke himself sensed that the patience he had spent on her until she appeared was the only thing he had ever had in his life.

It's weird...

But he knew that he didn't have the kind of resistance and insecurity with others, and that was enough.

was rejected three times, and the sacrifice bear was not going to be posted again to annoy people.

Hmph, a mortal has lived for a hundred years, and she has time.

Boke stopped looking at her dim eyes, picked up the plate and got up to go out.

Before closing the door, he lowered his eyes and paused, "Mom and Dad will come back tomorrow." ”

Before she could react, he had already closed the door and left.

Sai Xiong Xiong was slightly surprised, "It turns out that I haven't seen my master's parents yet." ”

She missed dinner while she was sleeping to replenish her energy, and she thought that her master's parents had already seen her.

Don't ask her why she still needs to sleep like a mortal, she won't say that she has shallow mana, and she still needs to use a primitive way of resting.

In the kitchen

Boko put down her plate and stared at the half bowl of meat foaming, remembering her pained expression.

The white long fingers held the spoon and bit a spoonful of meat foam, he hesitated, and finally opened his mouth to eat.

The strong smell of pork hits the taste buds, fills the nasal passages and irritates the throat.

His brows were furrowed, and his face was ugly, not much different from the madness he had just sacrificed.

Boke didn't grieve himself either, and spit it out.

Remembering that she swallowed it hard just now, his dark eyes moved slightly.