I don’t know when it starts, joy always exists.

"Mr. Marceau, I have put the rabbit in the kitchen." Babalim's voice came downstairs.

Marceau poked his head out from the second floor: "Okay, thank you for your hard work." He held the blankets woven by the girls. They had the smell of sunshine in the sun. Marceau spread them one by one on the girls' beds.

I don’t know when the mist has dissipated.

Collecting the coats that the girls changed, Marceau came to the rooftop with a large bamboo basket. The pool where the mechanized water intake was already filled with water. He poured the coats into the pool. Marceau poured some alchemy potions into it, which can effectively decompose various stains.

I don’t know when it started, but life has become very ordinary, without being careful and fearful.

The summoned water element was clumsy in handling the clothes, and the cat in his hand went downstairs.

"Aren't they back yet?" Marceau looked at the rabbit girl, who was pounding glutinous rice, a crop from Changtang in the south, which was a plant for making pastry. Babalim just watched Marceau make a few times and could learn to make glutinous rice cakes without any guidance. The rabbit girl who rolled up her sleeves worked hard for food, which made Marceau a little fascinated.

"No, I just asked, Sister Mo Qingyu's blind date seemed to have failed." The rabbit girl said while trying hard to pound the glutinous rice cake.

Is that true? Mo Qingyu failed?

Marceau shook his head. I don’t know when Mo Qingyu has become a family member. Since he knew what Uncle Mo did, Marceau felt that Mo Qingyu, who was oppressed by his father and himself, was extremely pitiful.

"What a pity. I don't know why, I'll ask when the time comes." While sighing, Masso rolled up his sleeves and helped Babalim start pounding the glutinous rice cake.

"Mr. Marceau, you don't have to say that." The rabbit girl was a little confused and hesitant, but finally gave up one side of the stake: "At home, the mothers never let their father do housework."

"Ah... I'm idle, I'll help you. We'll handle the snow rabbit earlier." Marceau didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this, but instead felt that the square and pointed ears of men were really spoiled.

Although envious, it is definitely not the goal that Marceau pursues.

Babalim didn't say anything, but the joy on the rabbit girl's face could not be concealed by any means.

I don’t know when it started, but Babalim is no longer the rabbit girl sitting in the corner in a daze. She has learned to smile... She is also quite cute.

Perhaps this is the best annotation for fate to change life. There is no longer the fear of genetic matching, no longer the confusion about future life, and no longer the regret of not being able to see the road clearly.

Just like myself now, I knew everything from Yan, I knew Jiuye Jue's dead end floating in outer space, I knew the pain of Annie being buried in her heart, I knew the pain of Yang making a choice, and I also knew that no matter how time changed, Mingen and Mingmei were still the most perfect shoveling dog owners in their memory.

The road of life, the road of meow, the road of rabbit, no matter who it is, it should go smoother and smoother and better.

Although such a goal is somewhat difficult to achieve, it is precisely because of this that when it is achieved, you will feel a sense of accomplishment.

"Babalim, have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"

"Well, when I was very young, I wanted to eat all the best roots in the world. Because I saw the miserable past of my race from history books, I thought that I must replace the ancestors in the family who had never tasted delicious food and taste the beauty of free life." When Babalim mentioned his dream, he smiled awkwardly: "Later I realized that such a beautiful dream was just a delusion of a rabbit, so I thought again that when I grew up, I must become an excellent mother like my mothers."

"Have you ever thought about doing your own thing?" Marceau was a little surprised. Compared with Babalim, other girls had their own jobs and careers, and even Bounettani was on the road to becoming a diplomat.

Only this rabbit girl has no thoughts or ambitions.

"Is it my own business... Actually, since I learned about gene pairing, I have never thought about it, because everyone says that the difference between the rabbit girl in her life is just someone to marry." When Babalim said something, his eyes stared at Marceau without moving: "I never thought before that I would follow all my sisters and enter Mr. Marceau's life one day."

"Ah... Actually, I have a good impression of you. After all, you are my sailor, although you are always injured." Marceau replied with a smile.

I don’t know when, but Babalim also entered her life. Although she was just a rabbit gift from a long time ago from the beginning, the rabbit girl’s fearless appearance in the battle still gained the favor of Marceau.

Of course, the rabbit girl was deceived by the girls before and said that her waist, which was removed due to injury, was fed with the waist and fed the cat. Marceau was really embarrassed for a long time. No wonder the rabbit girl looked at Marceau during that period.

"I also have a good impression of Mr. Marceau. After all, compared with Mr. Marceau, the peers I know cannot be compared at all." The rabbit girl said seriously: "Mr. Marceau is the best in terms of skills, temper, or cooking skills."

Marceau raised her eyebrows, rolled up the carrots on one side with her tail and started feeding the rabbit girl.

The pounded glutinous rice cake was recycled by Marceau, and then the pastry was made. Babalim happily cut the osmanthus flowers, then mixed it with sugar and prepared to sprinkle it on top.

At this time, Mingmei and Mingen finally got on the line.

"Ah, is it another osmanthus cake? It's great." Mingen walked to Babalim and started mixing work with her, while Mingen came to Marceau's side: "Failed."

"Sister Mo must be very sad." Marceau sighed: "Is the other party's tone too much? Or is it that he is ugly and has to make trouble?"

"No, the other party's name is Zhou Jing'an. He is a bastard who wants to sneak on two boats." Mingen said, taking the cakes that Marceau had processed and carrying them to the long table of Babalim and his sister.

"Hey, there is such an operation?" Marceau was a little surprised.

"Yes, but that guy didn't make any good wishes, and was beaten by his ex-girlfriend." Mingen smiled a little angry when he said the news: "You didn't see that young lady is super capable of beating."

"This guy is really interesting." Mingmei also said with a smile: "Uncle Mo and his father don't know that he has a girlfriend at all. This guy is hiding deep enough."

"Perhaps some guys think they are handsome, so they can do whatever they want." Mingen said this and poked Babalim's waist with his elbow: "I said, our Marceau is quite reliable, right?"

"Well, it's okay to describe Mr. Marceau's appearance as cute." Babalim said seriously.

"Please, girls, although I am a cat, I am handsome and pursued by a male cat." Marceau felt that this could not be said.

"It's enough to be cute. Being handsome will feel very insecure." The girls replied.

Marceau rolled his eyes.

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In the game, we feed each other with pastries and food. Marceau unexpectedly discovered that Mo Qingyu was not online. Out of concern for acquaintances and caring for regular customers, Marceau got off the line and was ready to visit Mo Qingyu.

"Is it really okay?" Mingen, who was sitting by the door, asked with some concern.

"No problem. I think Sister Mo is also a member of the society. Even if she is angry, she will quickly throw these unlucky things behind her head." Marceau squatted down and kissed Mingen's forehead: "See you tomorrow."

"...See you tomorrow." Mingen pursed his lips and smiled in an unknown way.

It is midnight in the East Mars Time Zone. Marsau walked out of Mo Qingyu's room. Before he could push the door, he heard the choking sound from the room.

I don't know when, but Marceau began to show shame to the girl crying because he still owed Mingmei and Mingen in the past, and it was obvious... he would not be able to repay this kindness in his life.

So he pushed open the door and looked at the square-eared girl sitting on the mat. The latter was holding a bottle that was as big as a bottle. Judging from the trademark, it should be sake, which seemed to be homemade by Japanese people nearby. The old couple always liked to use this big bottle to hold wine.

I don’t know how much I drank, Mo Qingyu’s face turned red in Marceau’s eyes: “Maceau, come and have a drink with my sister.” She said this, and the smell of alcohol that almost fucked the cat.

"Stop drinking." Marceau walked to the table, reached out to pull out the bottle of wine from Mo Qingyu's arms, and looked at the capacity... OK, at least one pound was killed. If it weren't for the high tolerance of good people with good alcohol, the cat could have considered whether to call the emergency number at this time.

But that's true, the cat still had to feed Mo Qingyu a sober soup, which is a specialty of Xicuizhuang. The cat wasted a lot of effort before pouring the soup into the young lady's mouth.

"Sister Qingyu, don't drink this next time." Marceau patted the man on the back. She had been muttering something since the beginning. The cat didn't understand it very much, but at least she understood its core meaning, 'I, Qingyu, was super failed.'

"Oh, Sister Mo, don't do this. You are such a charming and cute little sister, and you won't be able to get married." Marceau dragged Mo Qingyu hard, trying to drag her to the bedroom. The little girl really had some weight, maybe it was wine, maybe it was soup, maybe it was energy, but the cat took some effort before dragging her to the edge of the bed.

"Maso, I'm so failed." Mo Qingyu grabbed Maso's shoulder with both hands.

Isn't that true? You are the defeated dog of the establishment.

Marceau was almost confused by this person and patted her on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, Sister Mo, you won't be what no one wants."

"But...but I can't marry myself..." Mo Qingyu leaned into Marceau's arms. Just as the cat was thinking about comforting her, she saw the young lady holding Marceau's pajama with both hands and pulling hard.

The cat was furious on the spot, wait a moment! Miss Mo, what do you want to do?! Everyone is a socialite who is a little older, but I don’t care, no matter what, this body belongs to Mingmei and the others. If you move, I will... Retract the thoughts that are emitting, Marceau looked at Mo Qingyu who was spitting into his collar.

...I rolled my eyes very helplessly.

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After taking a shower, the cat she had treated with soap returned to Mo Qingyu's room. Looking at her lying in the quilt from outside the door, the cat sighed.

True, that's why Marceau hates alcoholics.

The girls have already gone to bed, and now they are the only ones who can help Mo Qingyu. Should they wake up all night so as not to have any problems with this person?

Just as Marceau was thinking this way, with the cat's hearing, he heard Mo Qingyu crying in the quilt, so the cat quickly climbed to the quilt, and his good night vision ability allowed him to see her puffing.

"Are you awake?" Marceau asked with a smile.

"The head hurts so much." The young lady replied with a sob.

"Sister Mo, you have drunk a lot of wine. It's really. It's just a failure to date, and it's not that life has come to an end. Do you need to be so decadent?" Marceau reached out and pointed Mo Qingyu's forehead.

"You guys don't understand," Mo Qingyu replied.

"Who said that I am a sect master." The cat said that although he was still in the room, he had a whole lot of masters of the shoveling owner. Compared with a square-eared defeated dog like you, is it good to judge the right one?

Then the sect's sect was thrown to the edge of the bed. It was not until then that the hunter noticed the light in Mo Qingyu's eyes in the upper state of the lower coward... it looked like a predatory bug.

I unexpectedly found that my identity had changed. I took a look at the exoskeleton that had not been worn in time after taking a shower, and the latter stood quietly outside the door.

"Well... Sister Mo, there seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding between us." The cat cub felt that there were some problems now and had to make a statement: "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, it's what people who are working in the social circle should do." In the dark room, the hunter's eyes were staring at the prey beneath him.

Marceau used his tail to dial Mingmei's communication.

‘Hello, dear user, the video call number you called has been turned off.’

The cat dialed Mingmei's number with his tail again.

‘Hello, dear user, the video call number you dialed has been set as an incoming call reminder.’

Meow! Isn’t anyone here to save you?!

In despair, Marceau dialed Jiuye's number.

‘Hello, dear user, the video call number you called has been turned off, the owner left a message ‘If you have something to say tomorrow’.’

Tomorrow?! Your master will be eaten and wiped out in a while!

The dying cat dialed Anne's number.

‘Hello, dear user, the video call number you called was down due to arrears.’

The unloving prey watched the communicator on his wrist being removed and thrown aside, and his tail, who was struggling to survive, was unable to dial the number again and slapped the tatami powerlessly.
Chapter completed!