Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

It seems to have heard the wind.

It is the kind of loud, blowing wind, sometimes the typhoon is strong, and sometimes the breeze is gentle.

The cat's ears moved slightly, and Gulu poked his head out of the cat's nest, looking at the male owner who was doing Tai Chi over there.

I'm already used to this strange routine, typing on the keyboard all night long, getting up in the morning to make some gestures, and then making breakfast.

This is the daily life of the public.

"Meow meow~~"

Crawling out of the nest, the front paws are down, the hind legs are raised high, and the flexible cat waist is bent into an arc.

Close up.

Gongsheng went to Gulu's cat bowl, took out the cat food box, and took out several kinds of cat food in turn.

Nutrient cream, canned cat food, dried fish, and the raw fish prepared yesterday were heated and sterilized in hot water, taken out, cooled down naturally, and put into the cat bowl as food.

"The queen is resting today. I will prepare your lunch together. Don't disturb the queen's sleep."

Put your hands on the blue cat's neck and rub it twice.

"Meow meow~~"

The cat's head moved twice, and at the same time, it leaned on Gongsheng's hand, savoring the scent of orchids from the male master.

"My mother is very tired at work, so don't make trouble."

While speaking, Gongsheng raised his head to look at Fei Yingli's room, the door was still closed last night, and there was a slight breathing sound.

As for the alarm clock, it has been cancelled.

Maybe sleep until noon.

"Meow meow~~"

Gulu came to the cat bowl, lowered his head and bit off a piece of fish, chewed it a few times and swallowed it directly.

And the hand placed on the cat's neck also quietly left.

Subtle footsteps are coming and going between the living room and the kitchen, and the aroma of cooking is overflowing.

Seemingly preparing everything, Gongsheng left home with a black backpack and a food box in his hand.

The door is closed by inserting the key from the outside and twisting the lock so that there is no unnecessary noise.

"Meow meow~~"

There is no trace of the boy, only the smell of the boy.

Gulu ate a little, returned to the cat's nest, and closed his eyes to sleep.

......

Seven o'clock in the morning, the same time as yesterday.

Maori house, Xiaolan's room.

A monochrome headband pulls bangs in place, exposing an unflatteringly wide forehead.

Blue Didan school uniform for women, with a beige scarf hanging around the neck, not a famous brand, a bit deliberately rustic.

And the swaying and rippling skirt covered the knees, and the rest was never exposed to the air.

The extra-long stockings, from the back of the feet upwards, wrapped around the soft muscles of the feet, stretched tightly, and finally covered the knees.

Suzuki Sonoko sat alone in Xiaolan's boudoir.

Holding a spoon in one hand, and holding a piece of dough in the other, it is thin but strong, and will not be torn so easily.

Spread the dough on your left hand, and use the spoon in your right hand to dig up the vegetables in front of you.

The only meat dish is tamales, and there are six stir-fried vegetables.

Stir-fried vegetables are put in first, followed by fat and tender tamales, and the dough is wrapped from all sides to form a burrito, or folded into a square cabbage pancake.

After taking a bite, the fresh taste of vegetables instantly captures every corner of the mouth, and then it is chewed by the teeth, mixing various vegetables together to taste, and the conflicts between each other will not make people bored.

In the second bite, bite off the tamales, and the hot oil penetrates into the vegetables, adding greasy smoothness to the fresh taste. The high temperature is accompanied by mellowness, and the fresh meat brings a strong aroma.

There is also a soft and waxy texture in the dough itself, which neutralizes the fatness of the meat and the freshness of the vegetables.

This is after the meeting with the public in the morning, except for the keys, a breakfast.

"Wooooow, it's so delicious!"

Sonoko had never eaten food that was better than the chef at home.

He took a bite hard, his mouth clicked, he crushed the food that was ready to explode at any time, and swallowed it in one breath.

Cool!

"Give me a younger brother like this, and my mother won't marry!"

He can cook, make money, understand his sister's mind, and find ways to achieve it. His appearance is also very handsome, and his figure is thin and not fat. He gives people a sense of security like a knight and the gentleness of a big brother.

While Xiaolan went to wash up and left her room, Yuanzi didn't hide her words.