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When someone woke him up in the morning, Zhuang Zixian couldn't sleep anymore.

He looked at Barlow who was gradually walking away, with the corners of his mouth slightly downwards, and said with some disdain:

"Bruce is indeed right, you are really...hungry."

The newly moved male neighbor took the initiative to come over and show his courtesy even though he had not met him a few times.

This Barlow, at first glance, is not an honest person.

As Barlow was walking away, the tentacles above his head moved.

Because of the distance, he only heard the first half of the sentence.

What did Bruce say about him? Did you talk about how to assess him?

Barlow looked back at Zhuang Zixian and sighed slightly in his heart.

The male insect is really a bad and willful guy.

He agreed to the outrageous request so easily.

And what about yourself? Barlow asked himself, he is also a scum, has no bottom line, and indulges Bruce.

After buying breakfast, we went to the farm.

Barlow, Bruce and the five female waiters sat at the dining table together, eating breakfast nutritional supplements and after-dinner fruits as usual.

Just after the last strawberry was eaten.

Bruce suddenly asked:

"Barlow, if you have nothing to do today, you should know what to do next door, right?"

Barlow thought about last night's conversation and nodded.

He should go next door to do something to make His Excellency Zhuang Zixian satisfied with him, so that he can pass the test and climb into Zhuang Zixian's... bed.

Bruce smiled:

"Very good. Now that you know it, let's do it. After the meal is over, it's time for you to set off."

The corners of Barlow's mouth moved unnaturally, but in the end he said nothing, grabbed the thin coat at the door, and walked out.

He sets out at seven in the morning to inspect the farmland.

You'll be back at 11 noon.

Barlow remembered what Zhuang Zixian said in the morning. When he came back, he turned around and went to the supermarket.

He bought some fresh ingredients and prepared to cook a delicious meal for His Excellency Zhuang Zixian.

To be honest, his craftsmanship is quite good.

When he was a child, when his appetite was not very big, he always cooked and ate, and developed a good skill.

Unfortunately, as an adult, he had to eat about 100 kilograms of food at every meal to keep up with the rate of energy consumption. In this situation, he could no longer continue cooking.

After purchasing more than a dozen kinds of ingredients, Barlow returned to the manor, crossed a few small trees, and came to the next door.

He knocked again.

This time, Zhuang Zixian came out in less than five minutes.

Zhuang Zixian was still wearing the same home clothes, frowning and asked:

"What are you doing here again?"

Barlow raised his hand, revealing the ingredients he was carrying:

"You said this morning that you don't like taking nutritional supplements. I'm here specifically to cook for you."

Zhuang Zixian was a little stunned and looked at Barlow inquiringly.

Barlow's eyes were pure and calm, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with doing this.

Zhuang Zixian asked doubtfully:

"I'm just your neighbor. What you do is too..."

Zhuang Zixian originally wanted to say, everyone is a stranger, so don't take the initiative to come to me, and don't ask me to do so many things. There is no way I can agree to sleep with you.

But the words were only half spoken when Zhuang Zixian remembered that Bruce said that Barlow was very good at that...

Zhuang Zixian just came out of Apollo and immediately chose to become a special-photographer as an adult.

To be honest, he had never had sex with a female insect.

He also couldn't imagine how powerful the female insect could be.

Zhuang Zixian's head turned. As a male insect, he had the initiative whether to sleep or not.

Curiosity conquered everything.

Zhuang Zixian turned slightly sideways and gave up his position:

"Then come in."

Barlow walked in unceremoniously and asked casually:

"Do you like spicy food, Your Excellency? Or do you prefer sweet and sour taste?"

Zhuang Zixian stood behind Barlow, looking at Barlow's twisting figure as he walked, slightly in a trance.

After a while, he replied:

"Anything is fine, but when I usually cook in Afrostar, I always eat sweet and spicy food."

Barlow asked curiously:

"You guys are in Apolo, do you still have to cook for yourself?"

Barlow's figure was obscured by the cooking table. There was nothing to see. Zhuang Zixian withdrew his gaze:

"Well, I usually cook and eat by myself."

The two chatted casually, and the atmosphere was strangely harmonious.

Before, they both felt that the other person was a bad person.

After some discussion, I felt that the other person might not be that bad after all, at least he had a very easy-going personality.

They say the first impression is very important and determines how others view you.

But there is another situation called bottoming out.

When I first came into contact with it, my impression was very bad and I almost fell to the bottom.

But after the bottom, there is only one way up.

As we come into contact with each other, every little bit of good will be magnified infinitely.

Even when you find the shining point in the other person, you will have the illusion of digging for treasure.

The two of them chatted from greetings to cooking, to their favorite dishes, and from the dishes to their childhood.

The moment when the aroma of food appears.

Zhuang Zixian realized that he had said too much.

[I’m working overtime on my days off. I’m so tired. I’ll definitely make up the word count tomorrow! 】