Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

At this moment, there are only seven minutes left before meal time. The meal at the bistro should be served five minutes late at the latest, and it doesn't hurt to go back in the middle of dinner.

But even so, there isn't much time left for Qingqiu.

Death itself, which is lamented by the world as being able to catch up with any existence, taps its toes and leaves ripples on the water. The deer on the shore raised their heads alertly, but there was nothing unusual, as if it was just a fish in the lake floating up to the surface and blowing bubbles.

Wutong stood in front of the cupboard and thought for a moment before deciding to wash four pairs of chopsticks and four bowls. Take a scoop from the water tank in the yard and simply rinse off the loose soil on the surface.

Tonight she had wild vegetable cakes and porridge, and in the afternoon she went to Qingtian's house. Uncle Huang gave her some eggs and sweet potatoes, as well as two egg-laying hens. Wutong did the math and found out that this gift was so generous that it should be equivalent to giving him a suite. Although the Qingtian family has been doing carpentry for generations, their lives are not tight. In any case, they have been able to maintain Lao Huang's money for medicinal materials for several years.

But still quite impressed.

The older generation did not deceive her, and the craftsmen would not starve to death wherever they were placed. It made Wutong sit in front of him and learn a few tricks all afternoon.

She planned to carve a rabbit for Qingqiu because snakes were too difficult to carve. With the same skill as carving a snake, she can carve a dragon with her hands.

Standing by the stove fire, Xiaojiu's mother had a cough and couldn't smell the fumes for a long time. As an elder, she had to rely on her juniors and even her daughter's savior to cook. Xiaojiu's mother is really ashamed.

So every time it was time for dinner, Xiaojiu would be driven to the kitchen to help Wutong. Even if Wutong said there was nothing she needed to help, Xiaojiu would still be stared at by her mother, and she would have to stand at the door, waiting to be told to serve the dishes. .

"Sister, why don't you let me do something? I keep talking here and my mother's eyes are going to put a hole in my back." Xiaojiu nuzzled Wutong's hand and groaned. As a result, the next second I heard my mother shouting at me, telling her to help, not to cause trouble and unhelpful things!

Neither this nor that will work. Xiaojiu let go, wrinkled his face and stuck out his tongue, looking at Wutong pitifully.

Wutong couldn't resist the attack from the little girl Bulingbuling's eyes, and her heart softened. He chuckled and handed the thing out. It's just a simple egg and wild vegetable pancake. It should be fine if I leave it to Xiaojiu.

Seeing the wild vegetable pancake being cooked successfully, Wutong took a chopstick and tasted a piece, nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Xiaojiu, who was standing on the small bench, raised his head and hummed while holding the spatula, his eyes narrowed like a proud and complacent little fox. If he had a tail, he would probably turn into a propeller by now.

Xiaojiu's pancakes were not as fast as Wutong's, which also delayed the meal for a few minutes. Forgetting that he had washed the dishes and chopsticks he was going to use, Wutong stood in the yard with four pairs of chopsticks that were dripping with water and looked calmly at the end of the road. It gets dark late in the summer night, but that's only because of how fast the sun sets. It was late for them to eat today, and they stayed at Qingtian's house until the sun was almost setting before coming back.

He stayed for a few seconds and pursed his lips.

It seems that someone will never come back.

"I am back."

Just as he lowered his eyes and turned around to put back the extra bowls and chopsticks and start eating, he didn't expect that a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Looks like you just finished dinner?" Qingqiu gathered her hair and clothes that were messed up by the wind, walked closer and pushed Wutong's waist to lead him into the house.

Wutong tilted his head, eyes wide open, extremely shocked by the sudden appearance of the other party: "Where did you come from?"

Qingqiu: "Well, Morax's place."

"Huh?" For a moment, I didn't know whether to complain about the other party's answer or the place where the body was refreshed after molting. The faint smell of blood on the opponent's body was wrapped in the hot wind. Wutong was stunned, and after a quick glance, he saw that there was only a wound on his cheek, and he was afraid that it would be healed later.

"what happened?"

There was nothing strange about Xiaojiu and her daughter, which meant that she had handled the bloodstains on her body very well. And she teleports so fast that no one can be sure to see her on the way.

Qingqiu didn't feel guilty at all, he stopped and looked directly into the other person's eyes.

Meeting this sight, Wutong felt inexplicably flustered, and quickly stopped talking: "You two have a pretty good relationship... No, it's nothing, just come back. Let's go, let's eat."

......

It’s another familiar night, and another nasty mosquito.

Wutong was very foresight this time, saying that she was not sleepy yet and planned to go to the yard to practice the small wood carving she had just learned in the afternoon. Naturally, Qingqiu accompanied him, and by the way, he listened to the wood carving skills of the other party.

Because I saved Xiaojiu a few days ago, the bruised area now has scabs, and there are also mosquito bites, which makes it even more itchy.

At first, I just rubbed it with clothes. Later, the more I wanted to relieve it, the more uncomfortable it became. Gradually, I was no longer satisfied with just clothes. I came out to carve with the intention of diverting my attention, but unexpectedly I became completely impatient. She was afraid that she would not be able to carve a rabbit in the end, but only a Godzilla monster.

Wutong couldn't stand it anymore, so he threw away the file and wood in his hand, rolled up his trouser legs and reached out to scratch.

The hard blood scab on my knee is on top of the black bruise that hasn't completely faded away. It's itchy when I touch the edge, and I can't help but want to pick it off and tear it off. And when I scratch it with my fingers, I accidentally press the bruise, and it hurts again. , but the pain relieves the itching.

This unique way makes Wutong somewhat addictive.

"Are you sick?" Qingqiu frowned.

Wutong hugged his legs and wondered: "Huh? No."

"No? Then what is your behavior...? Humans don't treat wounds like this, right?"

"..." After realizing that the other party was insinuating that she was sick, Wutong glared: "You are the one with a sick mind! Humans also have this kind of habit, but you haven't seen it before."

Qingqiu nodded as if he had learned new knowledge: "Really? It's really novel."