There was a flash of white light in front of her eyes, and dill woke up from her bed.

Trying to break away from the eyelids that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, Dill habitually looked at the unfamiliar environment around her.

Pink curtains, pink wallpaper, pink duvet covers......

Apparently a bedroom belonging to a little girl.

His head was groggy, as if he had been beaten with a sack.

The body is very weak, and the limbs can't lift up the strength at all, and I just want to be paralyzed on the bed, but I hope to sleep for a long time and don't want to wake up.

This feeling is not new to dill.

She struggled to her feet, fumbling for something in the drawer of her bedside table, trying to test her suspicions.

It's just that before she could crawl to the side of the bed and open the cupboard, she heard a scream full of breath but a piercing voice—

"Er Tian, what are you rubbing, why don't you get up to cook?"

The moment she heard this voice, Yuan Tiantian's body subconsciously trembled, as if she had formed a conditioned reflex in her eyes, and the fear engraved into her bones.

Such an environment with constant distractions is obviously not suitable for receiving plots and memories.

Dill first searched the original owner's mind for the information of the owner of the "shrill scream", and then pulled on his slippers, opened the door of his bedroom unhurriedly, and walked out unhurriedly.

In the living room, the young man who was sitting on the sofa with a popsicle stick in his mouth and crossed his legs was named Yuan Xinzhou.

It's the original owner's own brother.。

It's almost a year now, but it's still a single person who doesn't even have a dating partner.

Yuan Xinzhou not only did not have a family, but also did not even have a job to support himself.

This middle-aged man with a well-developed mind and sound limbs is a lazy master. The dead face lives in his own sister's apartment, and he depends on Yuan Tiantian for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Seeing Dill walk out, Yuan Xinzhou's gaze shifted from the flickering screen to hers.

looked up and down and said, "Since you can stand and walk, why are you pretending to be sick?" Do you think you are the weak Lin Daiyu? Mally, cook for me. ”

Dill listened to Yuan Xinzhou's natural tone, looking at his rogue uncle-like appearance, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and she smiled.

It is rare for someone to dare to call themselves in such an unkind tone.

Looking at this situation, Xiao Yu silently lit a piece of wax to Yuan Xinzhou in his heart: Amen, go all the way.

"You want me to cook, don't you? Okay, you wait. With that, Dill turned and walked into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, all kinds of kitchen utensils are readily available, neatly and neatly placed.

It is not difficult to see that the original owner, who often goes in and out of the kitchen, is a neat, neat and clean good wife and mother-type girl.

But unfortunately, the good cooking skills of the original owner did not leave any dill behind.

At this moment, her belly was also empty, and she was constantly screaming hunger.

Dill rubbed her little belly, and the expression on her face became even more helpless.

She also wanted to make herself something to eat, even if it was just a simple white porridge.

However, her innate kitchen killer attributes limit her.

After staring at the stainless steel pan in front of her for a while, Dill decided to completely give up the blind chicken groping for cooking.

I thought of sitting in the living room, watching TV, eating popsicles, and crossing his feet.

Dill felt indignant for the original owner in her heart, well, in fact, it was not for the original owner, but that she herself simply looked at Yuan Xinzhou unpleasantly.

If it doesn't like the eye, the result is very good.

Naturally, I can't hold back and endure it, of course, I have to find a way to vent it.

So, Dill picked up the oil drum beside her and poured half a bowl of oil into a large white porcelain bowl.

I took the row of spice boxes in the corner, opened them one by one, and added them all over again.

After doing this, Dill turns on the faucet and adds water to the bowl.

Once the contents of the bowl had taken up most of the space, she rummaged through the cabinets and dragged a bag of flour out of the cabinet on the ground. Put on rubber gloves and grab a small handful and throw it into the bowl.

Then, he stirred back and forth in the bowl several times with his gloves on. Let the various accessories and flour in the bowl be thoroughly mixed together to form something that cannot be described in color or taste.

After the operation, Dill looked at the finished product in the bowl with satisfaction, and then slowly took off her gloves.

Leaning back on the marble cabinet, he took out his phone and ordered a takeout for himself.

Then, when Yuan Xinzhou urged again, she slowly walked out with the bowl.

On the TV screen, the black-clothed and white-haired child-faced witch and the white-faced scholar in white-clothed and black-haired are fighting hotly.

The two of them fought, black clothes interlaced and white robes fell one after another, and the plot went in some indescribable direction.

Yuan Xinzhou's small slitted eyes are opening wide at the moment, staring at the screen without blinking, for fear of missing the hot "fight" plot on TV.

His attentive appearance is exactly in the heart of dill.

She quietly put the big white porcelain bowl into Yuan Xinzhou's hand, then took three steps back, and watched him eat the indescribable brown and yellow objects in the bowl without realizing it with her hands behind her back.

Dill watched for a while, and when she saw that Yuan Xinzhou didn't react for a long time, she turned around and went into the toilet.

The plot and memories still have to be accepted as soon as possible.

In order to avoid the original owner's brother who relied on the dog, and retaliated after reacting, Dill simply locked the door of the toilet from the inside.

The original owner's apartment was on an old-fashioned multi-storey building with only four floors, while she lived on the second floor.

There is a small window in the toilet, because it is the second floor, there is no anti-theft window installed outside.

Dill poked her head out and looked, the height was just right, it was very suitable for a while, and she really had no way to escape through the window.

After scouting this, Dill sat on the toilet lid with confidence and boldness, and received the memory of the original owner with peace of mind.

This time, the memories of the original owner are mixed with the plot.

The original owner's wish is also blended with the wish of the mission goal.

The original owner is a simple, lovely, kind-hearted good girl, who has been filial to her parents and teachers since she was a child, and has worked hard and worked hard when she grows up.

After graduating from college, she became a full-time web writer.

Because of her unbridled ideas and smooth plot writing, her works are loved by readers of all ages and statuses.

The original owner likes to write, and he also enjoys the joy of wandering freely in the world of writing.

It was a very fortunate thing to be able to develop something I loved into my own career.