This neuropathy is threatening him to be addicted, isn't it?

This witch was difficult enough before, but who knew that it would get even worse after a fall!

I don't know if she is possessed by some demon, not to mention the nervousness, the combat power is still invincible and strong!

What should I do if I can't beat it? If you can't beat it, of course, you can only be enslaved by this neurosis!

But he is neither a cook nor a servant, he himself is clothed and stretches out his hand to eat, where can he make food?

"Miss, what do you want to eat?"

Qin Haoshu opened the takeaway software and checked the nearby restaurants that were still open all night.

"I'm just recovering from a serious illness, and I need to eat something lighter, so you can make some blood bird's nest porridge and two delicate side dishes."

Qin Haoshu's hand holding the phone shook violently, and turned off the takeaway software.

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and do it? If I want you to ask you, I can't do it! ”

told him not to move for a long time, and Murong Xuxu directly threw a teacup over.

"Affection! Your madman smashed your cup out! Qin Haoshu jumped behind the sofa and shouted at the top of his voice.

Bo Qing, who had just finished taking a shower, poked his head out of the stairs, looking irritable.

"Three watches in the middle of the night, what is the ghost roaring ghost called! Why don't you hurry up and wash and sleep, and die? ”

Qin Haoshu took advantage of Murong Xu's stunned kung fu to decisively dodge and rush upstairs.

"What are you doing in a daze? Silly? Tell you to sleep and can't hear? Seeing Murong standing there stupidly, Bo Qing suddenly became angry.

"Brother, I'm hungry ......" Murong looked at him aggrievedly.

"There's food in the fridge, go to bed after eating, and I'll throw you out immediately if you make any more noise!"

After saying that, he didn't pay attention to her, turned around decisively and went back to the room, closed the door and went to sleep.

Murong Xuxu stood in the living room for a long time, and finally had to forage for food under the urging of the belly symphony.

No!

No!

Nothing!

After Murong Xuxu searched all the rooms on the first floor, he finally found his way into the kitchen.

She didn't know what a refrigerator was, so she rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen for a long time, and finally found an ice box that exuded cold air.

On the top of the ice box are two pieces of soft and fragrant snacks and some strangely packaged bottles, and on the lower level are neatly stacked with frozen chicken, duck and fish.

This is probably the refrigerator in my brother's mouth.

Murong Xuxu picked up the upper layer of dim sum and smelled it, sweet and fragrant.

I took a bite full of anticipation, and the next second I vomited it all.

What the hell is this? It's sweet and salty, and the dish in the middle is also raw!

How to eat this?

She looked for a long time just now, there were a lot of pots and pans, but she just didn't see the stove, don't people here use fire, they all eat raw?

Oh, my God! Brother is so pitiful!

Unwillingly, he continued to rummage in the ice box, and used a knife to pry open the strange bottles on the upper layer, all of which were some strange-tasting sugar water, Murong Xuxu tasted it and threw it away, it was too unpleasant!

The sugar water is so unpalatable, my brother lives so hard!

With his stomach purring, Murong's lifelike gaze fell on those neat stacks of chicken, duck and fish.

It is impossible to eat raw, and it is impossible to eat raw, and it is impossible to eat raw when you die.

Isn't it just to make a fire? This little thing can't bother her!

After tossing all night, when the sun rose, Murong Xuxu finally ate and drank to his heart's content, touched into a dark room, closed the door and slept.

…………………………

"Ahh

At half past eight in the morning, Bo Qing, who was immersed in sleep, was awakened by a terrifying scream!

There was the sound of clanging footsteps in the hallway, and many people in the garden were talking noisily.

Bo Qing was sleepy-eyed, and sat on the bed with a gloomy face.

Who?

Is it a dream in the early morning, is it a death?