The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 928 928. Going Home
Wu Song finally returned home the day before New Year's Eve.

Xiaoyin, who was lying on the ground in the snow, did not block the way and rob him. This was the first time she had seen Wu Song in such a mess.

His face was blue from the cold, he walked unsteadily, and the clothes he was wearing were torn a lot.

Probably because it hasn't been taken care of properly for a long time, the hair has been completely tangled up, and the previously flowing hair that made Luther feel a little envious has become a chicken coop.

Xiaoyin jumped out from the snow and arrived at the house before Wusong.

The startled Luther and A'Du came out in surprise, and ran into the trembling Wu Song head-on.

"I want to eat hot food, braised potatoes, fried meatballs, anything is good, as long as it's hot..."

"Luther, don't touch me, it hurts to death from the cold, get me something to eat, please!"

The first thing the dignified Sinnoh Four Heavenly Kings said when they returned home was that they wanted to eat, so no one would believe them if they said it in such a distressed posture.

Yuzu rushed over and took off Wusong's clothes, only to find that the frostbite sores had only been treated hastily, and quickly called the happy egg and lucky egg in the villa to help.

The deserted villa suddenly became busy. Grapefruit asked the elves to go to the warehouse to find medicinal herbs for medicinal baths, and the ghost elves who huddled in a corner of the house to play set off one after another to inform Huishi and others who hadn't returned home.

Luther didn't ask Wu Song what happened to make him so embarrassed, but silently turned and went into the kitchen to work.

Mai and Aoi are not here, and Ji Lidan and Fat Keding are far from their own specialties in cooking some dishes.

Although what Wu Song said was fine, Luther still prepared several dishes according to Wu Song's favorite taste, and called Acerola over, and cooperated with Cream Fairy to make pastries that he was not very good at.

The preserved fruits in the ice room made the Ice Snow Dragon come out with a basket full of them.

After Luther finished everything, Wu Song, who was urged by grapefruit to take a medicinal bath, came out wrapped in a towel, making a "hissing" sound while walking.

Not only Wusong, Sun Ibrahimovic and Qilinqi were also bathed by Ji Lidan and Xingfudan, no matter how painful they were, they had to soak for enough time.

The bronze bell and the armored bird were much more at ease. Hei Lujia and the wind speed dog walked around them emitting heat, and the two elves, who were a little uncomfortable before, immediately felt a lot better.

The armored bird still needed a second inspection for its long-distance travel. He was reluctant to immediately see Darkley floating in front of him, and he followed the smiling lucky egg to check the next second.

Yuzu was so angry that he jumped, and he didn't care whether Wu Song was the Four Heavenly Kings or whoever he was, and taught him a lesson.

"You're all frostbitten and you're flying back, aren't you a fool!"

Wu Song didn't answer, just nodded, and when he saw Luther in an apron serving up the dishes, he begged humbly, "Why don't you let me eat before training?"

Yuzu suddenly lost her temper and softened her heart.

Going to the table, Wu Song found that he was about to move his chopsticks, but found that Luther and the others had no intention of eating, but were preparing food for the elves, and froze all of a sudden.

"I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat. Why are you tormenting me?" Luther said, "You're an old man today. The dishes on this table are all your favorites. I've been busy cooking for half a day myself."

It was originally a joke, but Luther was stunned when he saw Wu Song still not moving his chopsticks.

He lowered his head and sniffed the smell of the food, not bad.

In order to share Mai's pressure, Luther has always had the habit of taking turns cooking with Mai, so his cooking skills have never declined.

Could it be that Wu Song still wanted to put on a show today and let himself serve food?
Thinking of this, Luther directly served the chopsticks, and put a portion of each dish in Wu Song's bowl, but was interrupted by Wu Song.

"Didn't you say to eat together?"

Luther didn't recall Wu Song's words all at once.

"You set the rules."

Luther's hand holding the chopsticks trembled a little.

After the whole family got together, they had dinner together. Unexpectedly, Wu Song cared so much about this rule.

A'Du, who was helping Luther prepare the elf food, smiled and pulled a chair over, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

"You should eat this meal first."

Luther grinned and said, "Even Mary Luli watched you quietly when she saw you enjoying a table of meals by herself. Haven't you understood yet?"

Wu Song turned his head to look, and sure enough, he found Mary Luli standing quietly not far away, looking at him with a smirk.

Normally, Mary Luli would have begged her to have a bite too, but today she found Wu Song looking at her, wiped off her saliva quickly, and turned around without looking at the table of food.

"If you work hard or catch poachers, then you are the master." Luther said, "You are the biggest Qidao today, and it would be too much for us lazy waste to grab food from you."

Wu Song couldn't bear it anymore, he put down his chopsticks directly, and after he came back, the braised potatoes and fried meatballs he had been thinking about became more and more delicious.

This is definitely the time when Wu Song eats the most like a starved ghost. In the past, he could at least have a touch of Wenya when eating.

I took a bite of fried meatballs, a bite of stewed eggplant, and Wusong ate hot rice with braised potato soup, and tears filled his eyes while eating.

As soon as Wu Song's nose flowed from the cold, the pomelo beside him immediately wiped it off with paper.

In Luther's words, Wu Song is the uncle today.

"It's so delicious."

When he was tracking in the snow, looking at the endless white in front of his eyes, he kept reporting the name of the dish to Sun Ibrahimovic.

At that time, he and Mary Luli had a soul resonance.

He would give all his money for a warm meal.

It’s best to serve it with a bowl of hot egg drop soup, and the lucky eggs are freshly beaten, and it’s better to add salt, as I haven’t added any salt for a long time.

"Fucking poaching dog!"

This is a sentence that every veteran poacher will curse viciously.

Under such a cold weather this year, the heavy snow blocking the mountains made it impossible for many forest rangers to patrol as usual, giving many people the opportunity to take risks.

The group of poachers that Wu Song was following was extremely cunning, and it took half a month before Wu Song tracked down their hiding place in the snow-capped mountains and uprooted them.

Wu Song didn't bother to talk about the tracking process, but just looking at Wu Song's state after he came back, it's not difficult to guess how much he suffered.

The dry food he brought could be used as bricks in severe cold, but Ke Wusong did not dare to heat it with fire easily, for fear of exposing himself.

"Next time I will bring something more digestible to work. Those bastards are drinking hot water and eating hot food in the hiding place. I can only eat compressed food. I am so mad."

"I've never eaten such a hard thing, but fortunately, it's not as hard as my mouth and teeth. I put it in my mouth and heat it artificially, and then crunch it into pieces. It's enough to satisfy my hunger."

The raw gnawing of bricks was very funny by Wu Song. There was still half a brick in Wu Song's clothes that hadn't been eaten yet.

Luther picked it up and shook it, convinced that Greystone might like it very much.

It is usually used as food, and when there is a fight, just copy it out and hit the opponent's head twice, the effect is outstanding.

Wu Song, who was frantically sweeping through the food, devoured all the hardships of climbing ice and lying in the snow during this period, talking while eating.

"Yuzi, it's really not that I want to bite the bullet and fly."

"Isn't it the New Year's Eve? Who doesn't want to go home and spend the New Year's Eve with other people at home with cats."

"If I wait for the flight to pick me up, God knows what kind of moths will come out in this weather, so I just fly back."

(End of this chapter)