Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

Johnny looked at the things in his hands, and after a few seconds, he whispered back: "Can't sleep."

Mia craned her neck and saw that Johnny was holding a small brown square bag.

Mia asked: "Why are you looking at your schoolbag in the middle of the night?"

"It..." Johnny murmured for a while and sighed, "It was given to me by Daisy to say thank you for taking care of me."

So Johnny was too upset about Daisy to sleep?

Gee, look at people’s moral standards, how come Dior doesn’t even have 0.01%?

Momo sent Johnny a good guy card in her heart, and Mia said warmly: "Are you okay?"

Johnny forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "I'm fine."

"If you don't want to laugh, then stop laughing. I'm not a rich woman." Mia shook her head and walked towards the kitchen, "Wait a minute."

Walking into the kitchen, Mia took out the milk pot, put in milk and chocolate chips, and boiled a cup of chocolate milk.

Mia stood on tiptoes and looked for cups and spoons in the cupboards. The tableware in them were all very beautiful, and she seemed to have difficulty choosing.

Silver tableware was a symbol of respectability and wealth in the Victorian era. No matter how poor a classy family was, they would find ways to buy a set for appearance. Some people even send them to banks to store them when they travel far away to prevent thieves from stealing them.

The pile of gleaming silver tableware in Brando's cabinet is screaming at the owner's infinite ambition.

"That boy Dior, why did you buy so many knives, forks and spoons..."

Mia curled her lips and picked out two ceramic cups and silver spoons. The cup has golden patterns and the spoon has plant carvings on it, which looks very valuable.

She poured the milk into a cup, carried it out and gave Johnny a cup.

"Thank you." Johnny took a sip of hot chocolate milk, and the expression on his face relaxed a little, "Why are you cooking this all of a sudden?"

Mia chuckled: "Drinking milk at night can help you sleep. I also remembered that you like chocolate, so I put it in and cooked it together."

With a faint glint in his eyes, Johnny lowered his head and drank slowly.

Mia didn't boil the milk too hot, it was a suitable temperature for your mouth. But after drinking the warm milk, Johnny felt that it was warmer than the campfire next to him.

Dio didn't come back for the next few days.

Mia stayed at home every day to eat, drink and have fun, and occasionally gave Johnny some chicken soup for the soul. She lived a very comfortable life.

Finally, Dio finished his gang duties and returned home with gifts.

When he opened the door, he saw Mia sleeping soundly on the sofa, with suspicious liquid hanging from the corner of her mouth.

With a smile flashing in his eyes, Dio went out to find something, ran home and stuffed it into Mia's collar.

"Well?"

Feeling itchy on her body, Mia woke up, reached into her collar and grabbed one...

Caterpillar.

Green, wriggling, plump caterpillars.

Mia curled her lips and looked at Dio, who was smiling next to her: "Can you cover up your gloating expression? I'll see that it was you who did it."

Dio shrugged and wiped the drool from Mia's mouth with a handkerchief: "When you were a child, you would be so scared that you would scream and cry. Now you are so unlovable."

"It's winter, where did you catch caterpillars?"

"I found it in the mud. I searched for it for three hours."

"Cow." Mia rolled her eyes at him, found a box, covered it with a layer of vegetable leaves, and put the caterpillar in it.

Looking at the appearance of the caterpillar, Dio frowned: "Stop raising it, it's so ugly."

Mia held her chin and watched the caterpillar eating the vegetable leaves: "It's not ugly."

"Everywhere is ugly." Dio glanced at her and reached out to take away the box.

"It's not ugly." Mia grabbed Dior's hand and smiled sweetly, "What you gave me as a gift is not ugly at all."

Dio froze for a moment and shook her off: "A monkey is a monkey, and he wants any rags."

"I'll do whatever I want." Mia snorted and looked at the caterpillar with bright eyes, "Do you think it will turn into a butterfly?"

Dio rolled his eyes at her: "I was raised to death by you before I changed."

"Your mouth is really full of honey..." Mia rolled her eyes at him not to be outdone, "By the way, is there any progress on Brown's matter?"

Dior shook his head and said: "I tried it with Brown's friends and relatives, and its response was very cold and completely useless."

Mia frowned and said, "Why? Doesn't it have a bad relationship with everyone?"

"No, it used to have a normal relationship with everyone. Considering that it always shouted 'you humans' and had the habit of eating human flesh..."

Dio paused, his tone a little cold.

"Perhaps in the eyes of the zombies, humans are no longer the same kind. They are just intelligent food, no different from cows and sheep."

Mia tilted her head: "It seems to make sense. Wouldn't it be fruitless?"

Dio pulled Mia's hair: "Not necessarily. I'll test the people around him again."

"It hurts." Mia pouted.

"What hurts? It's obviously your hair loss." Dio showed disdain, took out a book and threw it to Mia like a charity.

"what is this?"

Mia took the book, opened it and looked at it, and found that it was a recipe book. It mainly talks about how to make desserts such as biscuits and cakes. It has pictures and texts, and the content is clear and detailed. It is a good book.

The strange thing is that the content of the book is not printed, but handwritten, and even the pictures are drawn.

Mia frowned: "Why is it handwritten? A commemorative version?"

Dio raised a proud smile: "Didn't you say you wanted to make desserts before? There happened to be an oven in the new house, so I wanted to find a recipe for you, but..."

"result?"

"But I couldn't find it, so I arrested a few people and found the book."

Mia's pupils were shaking: "Did you, did you let him go back?"

"You take a look first. If the recipe is useful, I will let him go." Dio waved his hand indifferently, turned around and walked up to the second floor.

Mia craned her neck and shouted, "Are you paid?"

Dio ignored her and disappeared around the corner of the second floor.

"You're dead, is this kid bloated?" Mia looked at the book in her hand, feeling full of joy in her heart.

In the Victorian era, being a chef was not a formal job. It is similar to tasks such as cleaning and washing clothes, and is considered to be ordinary housework that women should do.

Therefore, there are not many recipes available on the market, let alone recipes for a certain type of cuisine.

Even if you want to find someone to write a book, can't you just invite the person over? Why arrest people... Mia rubbed her temples, a little worried that if she continued, Dio would go to jail.

at this time.

"Mia!"

Dio rushed down from the second floor, holding a piece of yellowed paper in his hand, his face terrifyingly gloomy.

"Who is this man?!"