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Originally, he said that he would go home in the evening, but by the time Serra arrived at the werewolf tribe, the sun was already sinking.

She was still wondering how to explain how she would go back tomorrow morning because she didn't return in the middle of the night, and Eric helped her out.

He was prescient and said, "I told Gale yesterday that you would come to-morrow, that he would contact the manor for you to-evening, that you would stay on the hill tonight for our campfire party, and that I would send you back early tomorrow morning." ”

"What if I don't show up today?"

"You're here." He planned everything and didn't think about ifs.

Serra couldn't help but ask, "If I don't come out today, when are you going to wait outside?" ”

"I don't know." Eric said seriously, "I just feel like I have to see you and explain to you." ”

A sunny and straightforward young wolf, he won't even beat around the bush about his feelings.

Serra pursed her lips and changed the subject at the right time, "Daddy will agree with Gail's statement?" Was he angry? ”

"You'll have to ask Gale what he said." Eric rolled over and dismounted, and Jem was the first to run over to greet him, "Yo Eric, you're going to fight such a big bear?" ”

He took the initiative to easily remove the black bear from his shoulder, and smiled at Serra with his olived face and narrowed his eyes, "Good evening, Serra, welcome to come again." ”

"Good evening." Sierra was about to jump off her horse, but Eric grabbed her by the waist and picked her up.

He glanced at her mud-stained shoes and calves, "Let's go wash our feet." ”

He took Serra's hand and led the man to the well with Jem's playful expression.

Serra thought he would scoop up the cold well water and pour it on her feet again, but Eric said, "You wait for me." ”

She turned her head to see him running in the direction of the dining room, but after a while she came with a ceramic washbasin.

When the basin was brought to Serra and put down, she found hot water in it, and Eric mixed the water to the temperature, "Take off your shoes and wash them." ”

Serra didn't expect him to become so caring, and her face was stunned, before she bent down to unbuckle the leather shoe strips on both sides and took off her shoes and socks.

Eric picked up one of her shoes and squatted next to her in his hand, a small brush from nowhere appeared in his hand, and dipped it in cold water to help her brush the dirt off the shoes.

Serra soaked her feet in warm water and watched Eric wash her shoes seriously, and her gentle and handsome face was heartwarming.

But as the charm of the male lead, they are all very attractive to her, which is really bad.

"Thank you for washing my shoes." She thanked her.

Eric rolled his eyes at her and smiled, "Did you have fun today?" ”

"It's fun." Sierra smiled.

"Then you... Next time? Eric retracted his gaze and lowered his voice, "I just need to change a pair of pants, preferably with long boots, so that my legs are not easy to get dirty." ”

Sierra blinked, "I'll pay attention next time I come." ”

In between washing their feet, Fanny and Gale passed by, both carrying bundles of dry coarse wood on their shoulders.

Serra stopped Gale in time to ask him what he wanted to do to his father, and he said bluntly, "I said you want to go to the campfire to relax, you don't want to go home, and then your father agreed." ”

"He's not angry?"

"Not angry? Well... Maybe a little bit, but you really don't have time to go home now, you can only live here. Gail pointed to Eric with his chin as he brushed his little leather shoes, "But we don't have any extra room, you can sleep with him, or with Fanny." ”

Eric interrupted: "Gail, hurry up and get ready for the campfire." ”

"Eric is shy." Jem came over to make a fuss and ran away quickly.

Serra wiped her feet clean, and Eric took the same cleaned leather shoes and placed them at her feet, "Leave them alone, most of them are rude, you sleep with Fanny at night." ”

"I don't mind." She stepped into her leather shoes barefoot, and found that even her own socks had been washed by his hands and hung on a small wooden shelf on the side.

"Eric." Serra bit her lip, "I can wash the socks myself." ”

Eric glanced down at her exposed white instep, his eyes shining, "Handy." ”

After sunset, there were no lights in the tribe, and under the black night sky, the huge bonfires that burned made a crackling sound of flames.

A few homemade wooden chairs, polished and upholstered tree stumps formed a large circle around the flames.

In the restaurant, the pre-baked food and large plates of skewers were served to the open space.

On an early spring night, the temperature in the mountains and forests is very low, and the warm flames and the aroma of food with chili peppers dispel all the coldness and emptiness.

Sitting on a padded tree stump, Serra greeted several werewolves and their mates.

"This is done for you, Serra." Greenee brought over a plate of spicy rabbit heads.

"Thank you." Serra was not pretentious, and grabbed one directly with her hand.

"And the wine." Gail put a case of dark beer in one hand on the clearing, and several men followed suit, setting off the atmosphere casually and relaxedly.

Eric took the skewer with the chicken on it and put it to her mouth, "Try this, it's just baked." ”

Sera takes a bite down on a piece of meat, and the spicy flavor of the powder blends with the oil, and it tastes good in the mouth.

She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, "It's delicious." ”

Eric chuckled softly, "And sausages and bear meat, you can eat each one, and the rest will be mine." ”

Serra was not polite, he handed over and ate whatever he wanted, and the rest of the skewers went into Eric's stomach, and it was not wasted.

When the atmosphere was high, Gail pushed the gray-haired Robinson out.

"Serra, let's talk about opening a butcher's shop?"

Serra, who had just stuffed a rabbit's head, licked her fingers, took a sip of dark beer to suppress the bitterness in her throat, and said, "Okay." ”

She hadn't seen the old man in a wheelchair the last time she came, and he looked to be in his seventies, and he still looked healthy.

Eric turned his head, his voice visibly cold, "Daddy." ”

"Daddy?" Serra looked back in confusion and listened to him explain, "Fanny and I are both Robinson's children, and he is my father, the chief of the tribe. ”

"That's it." Sierra looked at the kind-looking old man again and greeted politely, "Uncle Robinson." ”

His wheelchair rolled to her side, "You want to help our big family, I'm grateful." ”

"It's not about helping, we're just cooperating for mutual benefit." Serra said.

"Gail told me that you want to help us set up a butcher shop, and we will provide us with the meat and half of the rent, and you will be responsible for the rest of the gold coins, is this the distribution?"