The little noodle melon took the kettle handed by Jun Moyan and poured a big mouthful.

"Uncle, it seems that I don't have a Heavenly Chef Star in my life." Xiao Mian looked disappointed at the ingredients in the pot of soup and meat.

"In the future, you will be a noble person in this king's palace, some cook, some serve you, and some work, you don't have to do anything."

"Then I'm not going to be a person who sits and waits for death." The little noodle melon wrinkled his brows.

Jun Moyan fed the pot of broth, well, to the dog.

Xiao Mian Gua deliberately pretended to be angry and looked at him: "Uncle, you also said that you are rare to me, and you don't even eat my food." ”

Jun Moyan furrowed his brows: "Your logic is not right, rare you don't mean you want to eat...... If you eat these things well, then no one will be rare to you. ”

The small noodle melon sticks out its tongue.

"Uncle, when are we leaving?" Gui Yuxi's little paws were soaked in the basin, Jun Moyan rubbed her hands for her, and when she heard her words, she lifted her eyes and swept her lightly: "Want to go back?" ”

"Yes." Gui Yuxi is a little lost, in fact, she is homesick, she always can't sleep well these days, she misses her mother, and I don't know how her mother is doing.

"Yanjing City doesn't have your family."

"But that's a place I'm familiar with, after all." The small noodle melon pouted.

"We'll go back after the winter." Jun Moyan said lightly: "The winter here is very cold. ”

"It's okay, we'll leave when the spring flowers bloom."

Two months to go.

Well, it's not long, it's not short.

The weather is cool in autumn, they dry a lot of dried fish, dried meat, sometimes they will run out to listen to the play, and they will touch out in the middle of the night to see the stars and the moon.

There will be a festival every seven or ten days.

Those festivals are weird, and the small noodle melons have never heard of them at all.

She just knew that it was good to follow her uncle, and she couldn't run away anyway.

"Uncle, let's go hunting, it is said that the first person in this hunt will have a prize." Xiao Mian Gua especially wants to know what the gift of the Flowing Fire Country is, it must be a very special thing.

"You want to go?" Jun Moyan asked.

"Yes." The little noodle melon nodded heavily.

"In that case, the king will bring you a first one."

"Hmph, Uncle is used to bragging."

A few days before the autumn hunt, Xiao Mian Gua thought about making a tactical glove for his uncle.

She wanted to surprise her uncle, so she secretly drummed autumn, and finally on the first day of the autumn hunt, Xiao Mian put the tactical gloves in a beautiful box and walked over awkwardly and put them on the bed.

Jun Moyan glanced at it: "What?" ”

The little noodle melon said happily: "See for yourself." ”

Jun Moyan opened.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "This is?" ”

"Uncle, I guess you're going to have this kind of surprise on your face." Xiao Mian Melon's eyes lit up: "You don't have tactical gloves yet, I made them for you." ”

This is...... Glove?

It's sewn up...... Kindness? Five fingers? It's like four fingers.

Oh yes, the fifth finger was sewn together with the fourth, so he didn't see it.

This glove, I'm afraid, is a bit small, and he probably won't be able to wear it.

"Do you like it?" Xiao Mian was very nervous, after all, this was her first time doing needlework.

Jun Moyan looked at the hand of the little noodle melon, and there were many small openings on the white and tender hands......