Amy's mother said: "But this month, all the dishes and clothes are yours to wash!"
"No problem, no problem." Aiden said happily: "Leave everything to me, and I promise to clean the house cleanly."
Amy's mother added: "Also, you are also responsible for breakfast every morning."
"I promise you everything, okay?"
Amy's mother looked at her husband with a smile on her face: "That's pretty much it. Let's eat, and Amy will wash her hands."
In the restaurant, the family enjoyed dinner happily. Amy tasted a piece of fish fillet: "Well, the food mom made today is really good."
Mom chuckled.
"By the way, Amy." Amy's father said, "How did you and Celeste Shadow meet?"
Amy said: "Didn't I say that I saw him fainting on the road and sent him to the hospital?"
"What's wrong?" Mom asked.
Aiden said: "Don't have too much contact with this person in the future."
"Why?" Amy didn't understand.
Aiden said: "I think there's something wrong with this guy."
Amy was even more confused: "What's the problem? Dad, didn't he help you today? What he said made you very happy."
"Yes, those words he said really touched my heart. But just because of this, don't you think it's incredible for an ordinary kid of his age to say those words?" Aiden said.
Amy thought for a while and nodded: "What he said really surprised me. But what does it mean? Just because of this, you are prejudiced against him?"
Aiden said: "It's not that my father is biased against him, but I don't think a single word of what he said about his own situation in the restaurant today is true. How can a person who lies like this be trusted?"
Amy asked back: "How do you know what he said is false? Do you know him?"
Aiden thought about the sudden appearance of Yeying at Cheman's house to talk to Anwuhou and said, "I don't know what to say. In short, you'd better not associate with this person again. I think he will bring you some trouble."
Danger."
"You think this is just your prejudice. Your prejudice comes from him not going to school, right?"
"Amy!" Mom scolded: "You can't talk to Dad like that."
Amy was dissatisfied and said: "This is my right to make friends freely."
Aiden shook his head: "Listen to Dad, Amy, and don't have anything to do with him in the future."
Amy looked at the food on the plate angrily and remained silent.
…
It was already dark, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Bingzhixie and Trosa were enjoying a sumptuous dinner at his home. The reason why the dinner was so late was because Trosa had to go out on official business in the evening, and it was not until midnight
Just came back an hour ago.
Eating tender steak, sipping fine red wine, and all kinds of delicious dishes are in front of you.
Bing Zhixie put down her wine glass and said with a faint smile, "My Lord, your life is really affluent."
Trossa smiled and said: "My family has been serving as officials in St. Picasso for generations, and this kind of life is no different from other people's. If you are tired of the mercenary career, you can also live like this in Sindmoor."
Comfortable days.”
"ha."
Trossa held the invitation and said: "Eat some flying dragon meat. It is good for young people to eat more flying dragon meat, especially young people like you who are newly married and on their honeymoon."
The attendant next to him cut a piece of honey-stuffed flying dragon meat on a large dinner plate, and then cut it into slices on a small plate before placing it in front of Bing Zhixie.
Of course, Bing Zhixie tasted it politely: "Sir, does Prince Zarberg always meet guests so late?"
"He has a lot to do during the day and it's not easy to interrupt him. Ten o'clock is the time when he puts down his work and rests," Trosa explained.
"So that's it."
Trosa looked at her son: "Bill, how was your study with Mr. Bingzhixie today?"
"Yeah." Bill nodded and said, "Mr. Bingzhixie explained it in detail. I could understand many things as soon as he said it. It's really hard for me to believe that he is just one year older than me. I hope Bingzhixie will
Mr. Xie can still come and give me advice from time to time."
"Ha." Bing Zhixie laughed again.
…
In the wild, wilderness, and woods, Bonn and Poirot were walking through the woods carrying two baskets, stopping from time to time to look around.
"Er Pangpang, are we lost?"
Bonn said: "It's impossible. I remember this is the way I came here. How could I go wrong?"
Poirot complained: "It's all you who must come here to pick mushrooms. You can't get out now. Sister Linda will definitely scold us to death in the middle of the night." As he spoke, he burst into tears.
Bonn quickly covered him: "Shhhhhh, keep your voice down."
"Why do you have to keep your voice down?" Poirot's cry came and went even more suddenly: "Hey, listen, there seems to be some noise?"
There were always "squeaking" sounds coming from the trees at night, and the surrounding woods were even more dark. Poirot and Bonn heard a very rapid "rustling" sound deep in the woods.
It seemed as if something was moving rapidly through the forest, and there were more than one.
After calming down and listening, I felt that the woods at night were very quiet. Poirot shuddered and said: "Two two two... Er Pang Pang, I always feel... I always feel that there is something here..."
"have what?"
"There is a ghost."
Speaking of ghosts, the two of them shrunk their necks at the same time and squatted on the ground.
Bonn looked around with fear and said: "San Pangpang, don't talk nonsense. This is not the Ruins of Yinghuo, how can there be ghosts?"
Poirot was so scared that his voice changed: "Let's go back quickly. If we stay here any longer, I will be eaten by ghosts."
"Which way do you think we should go? Everything seems to be the same everywhere." Bonn asked.
Poirot looked around, seeing the same darkness in every direction. Suddenly he looked up at the sky, and saw a bright moon shining through the gap between the trees. He said happily: "Two Fatty, I am
I thought of it, we can walk up there."
Er Pang Pang Bonn was stunned: "Yes, we can fly out, just like little birds."
"No, no," said Poirot: "We can't be little birds, we must be big birds."
"It's neither right nor wrong." Bonn said: "We are not big birds, we are fat birds."
Poirot asked doubtfully: "Can a fat bird fly? It can't fly."
"You will know after you try it." Bonn bit the basket in his mouth, his hands shook like the wings of a bird, and he mumbled in his mouth: "Fly!" A burst of air swirled, and people
Has flown high into the sky.
Poirot hurriedly shouted: "Wait for me." Then he imitated Bonn and flew into the sky.
On the other side after Borobone and the others flew away, a dozen masked men in black were quickly shuttled through the forest.
"Are we almost here?" A man in black was running rapidly in the air and asked the person in the center of the team.