"It's so ruthless."

When he returned to his home from the North District, Mu Chengfeng immediately collapsed on the bed, and now he has no pain in his whole body except for his face.

"Master, what's wrong? Didn't you go to the academy? ”

Suddenly asked like this, Mu Chengfeng had a toothache on his face: "Unlucky, that boxing girl is actually a teacher in the academy, I thought she was a student." ”

"Fist gloves? Is it Sister Gona? ”

Recalling what happened during the day, Mu Chengfeng gritted his teeth: "It's that bastard woman, by the way, what did Xiaoya do?" ”

Bai Que shook his head: "I don't know, Miss Xiao Ya only went out not long before you came back, and she mysteriously didn't let Bai Que follow." ”

"Humph! What kind of mystery and secret, I went to find Grandpa Lu, I can't think of it, I can't think of it, bastard Mu Chengfeng, we will be classmates from tomorrow, woohahahaha. ”

Mu Chengfeng has a black line, Nima, this bastard is just eleven years old, and the old man Lu's bastard is so anxious to send her to death?

Of course, Mu Chengfeng forgot that when he entered the academy, he was probably at this age.

"Huh? Can Miss Xiaoya also go to the academy? That's amazing. Xiao Baique looked envious: "The master and Miss Xiaoya are so powerful." ”

"Roar, roar, that's of course, I'm a super invincible thunderbolt beautiful girl, Lord Xiaoya." The double ponytail crossed his hands on his hips, and he looked scared.

"Hey, hey, bastard, please remove that long string of your prefixes for me."

"Huh? Bastard Mu rides the wind, I don't want to, look at my thunderbolt invincible whirlwind squat-"

The double ponytail bent her legs and jumped high, judging from her posture in the air, she probably wanted to sit and ride the wind.

Mu Chengfeng glanced at it, shook his head helplessly, and after revealing a look at an idiot, he turned over lightly and changed to a more comfortable position.

Two seconds later—the world, so quiet.

The little white finch had round eyes and shrunk her neck in pain, is it okay, Miss Xiaoya?

A two-second CD is short, two seconds is long, two seconds seem like nothing can be done, two seconds seem like everything is done.

The two ponytails sat upright on the bed, with tears of grievance in the corners of his eyes.

Why does it make me sad? Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Just ask if there is true love in this world, so that I will no longer be hesitant and confused. Why is my heart so cold, why is the bed so hard, why doesn't the bastard Mu Chengfeng pick me up and let me be alone and hurt alone?

This may be Mu Xiaoya's current voice.

"Woo woo, woo woo woo......" The double ponytail wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes sadly. Originally, she was going to sit firmly on Mu Chengfeng, but she didn't expect it, but she didn't expect that Mu Chengfeng would dare to hide, and he would hide.

How hard the bed board was, how much her ass hurt now.

"Miss Xiaoya, you? It's all right. ”

"I, I ......"

The ponytail shook his head and stepped out of bed, his gait a little staggering, his thin body tinged with gloom and paleness.

"Hey, bastard, you're all right." As if realizing that he had made a mistake too much, Mu Chengfeng also stood up and called the double ponytail.

"Hmm."

"Mu Xiaoya?"

"Hmm."

"Sister? Good sister? Double ponytails? Mu Chengfeng gently patted the shoulders of the double ponytails, and then waited for a pair of red eyes to gradually turn back.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard, big pervert, big pervert, you give me death......"

The tears in the corners of the eyes of the double ponytail have not yet volatilized, but they still stubbornly punch and kick Mu Chengfeng, but because his head is held against a powerful hand, he can't move in an inch, and he is always a little bit less measured.

The double ponytail has not lost its fighting spirit, which is really good, which makes Mu Chengfeng very pleased: "Okay, it seems that I am quite energetic, I should almost go and get you food, you can be honest and quiet for a while, and wait for a while to eat." ”

Mu Chengfeng smiled slightly, and five seconds later, the double ponytail wrapped in zongzi was re-hung on the wall, still the original recipe, and the familiar taste.

Looking at the double ponytail hanging on the wall again, the little white finch was thoughtful: "The master is still a little scary sometimes." ”

……

Judging from the performance, Mu Chengfeng is quite good in the kitchen, taking the dishes out of the refrigerator and carefully cutting them for later use. As a good hunter, he is very accurate in his muscles, and he maintains an average aesthetic in what he cuts out.

"Master, it's so good in the kitchen."

The little white finch sat on the small bench, his hands clasped together, his eyes twinkling.

Mu Chengfeng smiled and shook his head, and handed the small vegetable basket to Bai Que: "Here you are, help me clean this up." ”

"Huh? I? Really, too, master. Taking the vegetable basket handed over by Mu Chengfeng, the little white finch was a little frightened.

"Well, yes, just wash it clean, use this faucet."

The little white finch looked at the faucet with a curious face: "It's so amazing, as long as you twist it, the water will keep coming, the white finch has never seen these things, Na Na master, what is that cold, cold big box inside, it feels, it feels like putting the black snow season in the box." ”

"That? It's a refrigerator that gets cold when it's powered on, and food can be stored in it for a long time. ”

"That's amazing!"

After taking the dishes that Bai Que had washed, he didn't mind answering a few more questions from the little girl, and he seemed to be able to see the little girl's greed: "Bai Que, do you want to learn how to cook a few dishes with me?" It's still quite hard to cook every day, you have to learn it, just enough for you to help. ”

"Huh? Really, really, master, would you like to teach the white finch to cook? But the food is so precious, and the white finch is afraid, afraid that it will be spoiled. The white finch can only boil gruel, and before there was only a little bit of food, the white finch would only boil gruel. ”

The little white finch lowered her head, her fingers wringed vigorously, her red eyes were filled with tears, she had never seen so much food, and she didn't expect Mu Chengfeng to be willing to hand over the precious food to her to deal with. In her previous impression, there was only one kind of food, and that was gruel where she could see her shadow, and that was the only thing she could make.

Mu Chengfeng bent down and wiped the tears from the corners of the little white finch's eyes with his sleeve, and rubbed her little head: "Food, as long as you eat it, it's not a waste, right?" ”

"Hmm!" Bai Que understood something, smiled, nodded heavily, and then plunged into Mu Chengfeng's chest: "I like you the most, master." ”

……

Tie a slightly wide apron to the white finch, and Mu Chengfeng put the power of the spoon into the hands of the white finch, anyway, it is all to learn, sooner or later.

If Mu Xiaoya was half as well-behaved as a white sparrow, the world would be pure. Someone sighed in his heart.