The first ray of sunlight in the morning shined into the room through a layer of gauze, and hit the face of the red-haired boy on the bed. The boy yawned, straightened up, stretched, and said softly: "Wen Nuo.
Di, get up..."
Wendy was very dishonest when sleeping at night and would often kick the quilt off, causing Famas to get up and tuck him in four or five times every night. Later, Famas simply put Wendy in his arms, which saved a lot of money.
Things.
But every morning when he woke up, Wendy either rested on his arms sore, or lay on top of him, making him almost out of breath.
I habitually touched my side and found that the place where Wendy was sleeping was empty, with only sunlight and the faint scent of Cecilia flowers.
He tilted his head to sleep suspiciously until his head was confused, and he straightened his back and stayed on the bed for a while, then Famas remembered that Wendy had left last night.
With an inaudible sigh, the young man put his feet out of bed, walked into the bathroom and started to wash up.
In the Wanmin Hall next to the pier, it was supposed to be a busy early morning breakfast time, but now the sky is suddenly dark, and the black smoke formed by burning pine branches is shrouded, and even the air is stagnant with a trace of death.
It seems that someone burned down the kitchen of Manmin Hall.
"Xiang Ling, come and try our latest dish, the little ghost version of Fairy Jumping Over the Wall!"
In the smoky kitchen, Xiang Ling pushed aside the inexplicable black smoke, revealing a small gray walnut in the smoke.
Xiang Ling, who had just returned to Wanmin Hall from Mondstadt yesterday, had no choice but to use a fire fan to blow away the black smoke. She couldn't help but gasp when she saw the walnuts brought out and burned black.
A breath of cool air.
Hutao has always had the skill of "no matter what kind of cooking she makes, she can cook it into a pot of wonderful mosaic", and she is a master of dark cooking.
Xiangling looked at a plate of mosaic-like paste and fell into deep thought, then smiled reluctantly.
"Then let me try..."
Looking at Hu Tao, whose little face was so dark, Xiangling pretended to be impatient and picked up a chopstick of dark crab meat, closed her eyes, and put it into her mouth pretending to be calm.
"It's so delicious...uh..."
When the dark crab meat entered his mouth, Xiang Ling felt as if his taste buds had been run over by ten thousand carriages, and then there was a burning sensation like fire.
"Is it delicious? Xiangling!"
Hu Tao blinked her plum blossom eyes, and her palms painted with black nail polish covered Xiang Ling's shoulders from behind. A round white devil suddenly emerged from the fairy jumping wall in front of Xiang Ling.
"Wow ah ah!!"
Although it was broad daylight, the little ghost emerging from the pot still scared Xiangling and screamed, while Hutao himself was smiling on the side, like a child who succeeded in doing bad things.
"Hu! Tao!!"
"Hey?! Xiangling! I'll pay you plum blossoms, but don't chase me!"
The frightened Xiangling reacted instantly, picked up the spatula at hand and chased Hutao who started to run away.
"You said you didn't want to scare me? You liar!"
"Believe me, you were the first to say that the food I cooked was not delicious!"
"Crisp! Breathing fire!"
Xiangling rushed into the kitchen, picked up the rice cooker that was spitting fire next to the stove, and pulled its tail sharply towards Hutao.
This is the most untouchable part of Guo Ba’s body.
A mouthful of fierce fire spurted out from Guo Ba's mouth and rushed directly to Hu Tao's butt.
"Burn, it's burning! Xiangling!!"
Hutao scurried around the room, being chased by the pot behind him and spitting fire. He also didn't forget to go to the kitchen wall and smash the rain stone that exuded light blue and had faint water patterns on the surface. "Chi..."
There was a sound of water mist rising, and then, the fire extinguishing device of Wanmin Hall came into effect, and the flame that had just been ignited by the rice cooker was extinguished. Xiangling's sky-blue hair was completely soaked, and her head drooped. Hutao was already white, and her thighs were full of girlish elasticity.
After being stained with water, it adds a peculiar crystal color.
But Hall Master Hu had no intention of admiring Xiang Ling's figure. He just quickly put away the hexagonal hat that he regarded as a treasure and hid it tightly in his arms.
The water vapor produced by the Yuqi Stone stopped, and Xiangling and Hutao, who were covering their heads, laughed at the same time as they looked at each other's embarrassed expressions.
"Don't laugh, Hutao, if dad comes back from buying goods and sees Wanmintang like this, he will definitely beat me to death!"
Xiangling looked at the messy Wanmin Hall, rushed to Hu Tao, and slapped Hall Master Hu hard on the little head without a hat.
Hutao is indeed an unpredictable person. This little girl who smiles every day always seems to have endless ideas and whimsical thoughts. The vivid colors in her eyes are as bright as plum blossoms in full bloom in the snow.
She always has an attitude of being at ease yet naughty and weird, like a fire butterfly waving its wings gracefully, dazzling and difficult to get close to. Until you walk with her, you can faintly glimpse the silence that rarely appears under the strange shell of walnut. Of course, now Xiangling wants to kill the walnut with one shot.
Captain Qin of the Knights of the West Wind told her that Mondstadt did have dragons, but Tevalin, as an elemental creature, did not have dragon meat, which made the little cook from Liyue return disappointed.
Fortunately, she also collected a lot of recipes for Mondstadt specialties along the way. Just as she was about to go back to Wanmintang to try them, this damn Hutao came over and insisted on letting her try new dishes.
Xiangling suspected that Hutao was sent by Zhongli to punish her. The fire slime soy milk she made Zhongli drink last time, and the constipated expression on Zhongli's face, still fresh in Xiangling's memory.
"I'm sorry, you are so funny...I can't help but want to tease you."
Hutao looked innocent and spread her palms.
"We can clean it up together!"
As Hu Tao said this, he walked around behind Xiang Ling, raised his hand and rubbed Xiang Ling's wet hair, bit Xiang Ling's auricle affectionately, and gently touched the little cook's red ear with her pink tongue.
.
"You, you, you...who wants to clean up with you..."
Feeling the breath and the fragrance of plum blossoms coming to her ears, as well as the strange touch on her back, Xiangling's face turned red and she hesitated to refuse.
"Hmph... forget it... I won't follow you..."
Before she could say the word "care", Xiangling heard Hutao continue her suicide speech.
"Besides, I didn't expect you to be so timid..."
"Walnut!"
Xiangling's little hand stretched back and just caught Hutao's soft waist. The pain came, causing Hutao to involuntarily let go of the little cook he was holding. He ducked back and was about to avoid it, but was stopped by Xiangling.
Grab the collar and pull it back.
"Now! Clean up the kitchen!"
Xiang Ling's little face was so close that Hu Tao could even see the orange hairpin pinned to the little cook's bangs, her pale golden eyes burning with anger, and the blush on her face that had just emerged from shyness.
At this moment, Ying and Paimeng, who were holding the ground flower pollen, walked to the front of the Wanmintang store and stared in surprise at the water-stained kitchen, as well as the soaked Xiangling and Xiangling flowers stuck together.
Hutao was stunned for a moment and covered Paimon's eyes.