When going out for dinner, this was once the thing that Marceau was most reluctant to face, because his legs were not good, and "letting" was so simple for ordinary people, but for Marceau it was so difficult to accomplish.

Therefore, whether in this world or the real world outside, it is better to eat at home than to eat delicacies outside.

"That was such a wonderful and painful time." Looking at herself in the mirror, Marceau tidied up her collar, then turned her head to look at Mo Qingyu, who was standing there holding the outer robe: "Sister Mo, are you going to do some maid program recently?"

"No, if it's a maid program, at least I should wear black and white maid outfits and find a martial arts teacher to learn fighting skills. There are also various weapons and props under the skirt, and the front end of the high heels on my feet must be able to pop out the blade at any time." Mo Qingyu replied seriously.

"Don't you already have a teacher?" the cat complained.

"Okay, isn't there any difference?" Mo Qingyu retorted with a smile: "Besides, I saw this in the medieval comics that I had requests about maids."

"...What a messy comic." The cat rolled his eyes and thought that these days, not all things in medieval culture are right. For example, the old drivers in the medieval era sounded normal, but starting from the second decade of the 21st century AD, these three words had an indissoluble bond with the dirty...

"Black Reef, the maids there can also skillfully use various medieval weapons." Mo Qingyu said this, and his free left hand reached into her arms. Marceau watched the girl take out a musket from her collar: "Just like this... it's a pity that Heisei on her chest, I'm really sorry for the maid settings in medieval comics."

Hey, your older girl can even complain about herself. Marceau has never heard such words from Mingmei and the others. What these girls hate the most is all kinds of scientific or unscientific fat: "Sister Mo, are you complaining?"

"Of course, older single young women like me are no longer qualified to nitpick." Seeing Marceau tidy up his sleeves, Mo Qingyu walked forward and helped Marceau put on a leather robe: "In the Middle Ages, there was a proverb called: The Yangtze River pushes the previous waves. I think people like me are the previous waves that fall on the beach."

I don't think so.

Marceau turned around and looked at the square-eared woman with the appearance of a grassland elf in front of her with a sincere look: "A beauty like Sister Mo will never expire."

"A kitten with a smooth mouth." Mo Qingyu stretched out his hand and pointed it gently on the cat's mouth: "It's no wonder that it won the favor of Mingmei and the others, but I won't eat this, so I'll clean up. You are the real protagonist at this night banquet tonight."

"You are right. I have a good attitude to do a good job or have fun." When it comes to serious matters, Marceau naturally restrained himself. After confirming that he was perfect in the mirror, Marceau held a knife in his left hand and reached out his right hand to Mo Qingyu: "You are the heroine today."

Mo Qingyu was silent for a while, and finally reached out his hand: "It's true, this is obviously the job of those little girls."

"They don't have confidence, so I ask you." Marceau was also a little worried about this. Mingmei and Mingen were busy with work. Marceau could understand; Anne said that she could only cut people and not perform, and Marceau could understand; Yang said that she had no acting experience and was afraid of being missed, so Marceau could understand; even Youjiu and Panny said that they had never learned acting at all, so Marceau could still understand; but Jiuye said that she was stage frightened... This was a bit too much.

The grand singer said she was stage frightened, why didn't this girl say that she was timid and could not sing?

But there was no way. Jiuye was soaking and making Mo Qingyu say this. Now, the judge's deputy has changed into beautiful clothes. The bathrobe from Chang Tang and Yangguo in the game world view is very suitable for the weather in the south. Although Marceau wore a leather robe, the leather robe was a light ritual robe after all, which was not as hot as a battle armor. The desert nights were not as hot as a hot day.

"Really, I don't know how long it's been since I've worn this kind of clothing used in summer festivals." Mo Qingyu also put on foot pads as he said, white cotton socks and wooden shoes, which were just right in the garrison area of ​​Marceau.

"I think it's pretty good." To be honest, although I'm older, Mo Qingyu has a charm that is different from girls of the same age as Marceau. It is the calmness and grace unique to the older group. In addition, the beauty that small girls are naturally not made with makeup, with long eyelashes and double eyelids. The so-called perfection is what I want to say.

"Thank you, I haven't heard the opposite sex evaluate myself like this for a long time." Mo Qingyu was stunned, and then the senior's face rarely showed a red look: "Thank you, Marceau."

"That's because they are blind. To be honest, Sister Mo, you are very fond of being a good person. You can take care of yourself and your family alone, and you can manage your life and work so well. Everyone sees this way. Sister Mo, you are the existence that countless strong women have to worship." Marceau put a hat in front of him that was not very tall for her.

When living alone, the father is half stupid and half stupid. He manages his and his father's life in an orderly manner, but also makes achievements in work. Such women are truly enough women to be called strong men. Compared with this, those pastoral feminists are just comparing themselves to waste products to be sold.

The real fairness is not crying in the car and laughing behind the car, but men and women face the same job and the same risks, and those who enjoy all the good things... I'm afraid it's just rice worms.

Yes, this is Marceau. A straight man who can't see anyone cheating and cheating should be single for so many years.

"Thank you, Marceau, and... I am really not a strong woman. I am just a woman who wants to live well." Mo Qingyu's tone was a little calm. She answered, and then held a sachet in her free right hand and followed Marceau out of the house. As the female companion of the judge today, Mo Qingyu got into the carriage with the help of Marceau.

"Ah, Marceau's actions just now were really gentlemanly." Jiuye, who stuck out the car window, said, dozens of eyeballs with different functions behind the girl were still faithfully working for her master.

"I hope Sister Mo likes such a birthday gift." Mingen, who was sitting next to her sister, added.

"I will definitely like it, Xiangche, the beautiful boy with a specialized night fight, and a night of solitude. How many young people of older single women dream of are dreaming of." Jiuye raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!