pig iron

Mu Chuan took a shower, changed into household clothes, and went downstairs to lie on his back in the wicker chair.Zi An knelt on the ground and cut oranges for him with a knife.The temperature in early summer is the best, and Mu Chuan is so comfortable being blown by the warm wind that he can’t help squinting his eyes to look at Zi’an on the ground. The sunlight hitting his face makes Zi’an look like a piece of melted ice, and the lines are gentle rather than hard. And with a hint of coolness.

The technique is very skillful, peel off the skin on both sides of the cut oranges, and arrange them neatly in a flower pattern on a porcelain plate.Zi'an knelt up straight and held the plate in both hands and handed it to Mu Chuan. Mu Chuan didn't take it, but still looked at Zi'an with a smile on his lips.

Feeling cold for no reason.Zian lowered his head and didn't dare to look, his arms were slightly trembling as he stretched out his arms.Mu Chuan didn't speak, he felt very scared.Afraid of what he did not do well to make Mu Chuan unhappy, and afraid of what would happen in the next minute, he even thought a little weakly, if Mu Chuan beat him with a whip in his hand now, he would also There is no need for such frightening speculation.

It just rained yesterday, and the cement-embedded cobblestone ground in the courtyard is a bit damp and cool.Mu Chuan remembered that Zian's legs didn't seem to be very good. He would feel uncomfortable kneeling for a while, so he kicked Zian's knee with his toes: "Put the plate on the table, get up and sit."

Mu Chuan was talking to Zian while peeling and eating the oranges.

"In the future, I can stand or sit. As long as I don't ask, I don't need to kneel. It hurts my knees too much."

"Thank you master."

"Did you take the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time?"

"Always eat on time as prescribed by the doctor."

"Does the daily food suit your taste?"

"Thank you, master, the food is delicious."

Mu Chuan stopped, wiped the corners of his mouth and looked up at Zian: "It's a good fit? Is there anything you like to eat?"

"No. What the master bestows on Zian is the best."

Mu Chuan leaned on the rattan chair, wiped his hands and asked Zian with a smile: "What I reward you is the best? Will you drink the holy water if I give you it?"

Zian didn't speak.

Mu Chuan reached across the table, pulled Zian's chin, looked into those eyes and continued to smile and asked, "Huh? Will you?"

The eyes are dodging, the lips are tightly pressed, and the face is tense and pale.

After a while, she said silently: "Ken. Zi'an is the master's slave, and the holy water given by the master is a reward for Zi'an."

Mu Chuan let go and patted Zi'an's face, and smiled softly: "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Theoretically, Zi'an can be used in many ways, such as toilet, trash can, spittoon, and ashtray.

Some slaves also take care of daily life, housework, cooking, and playing musical instruments.His Zi'an is too single-purpose.In the instruction manual, it is marked that she is good at oral sex and has strong pain tolerance.Poorly developed, tight, narrow, and poorly elastic.He had tried other slaves, the fingers stretched into that part and unfolded automatically, and when they stayed there, the intestinal wall swallowed and vomited, it was warm and soft, and when it was pulled out, it was tightly clamped as if reluctant to let go.And Zi'an's?It's disappointing to say that you always have to expand in advance, and you can never go out whenever you are interested.He didn't dare to use too big a massage stick, he had never tried fisting, and it was even more impossible to stuff some messy things.Minor wounds can be treated with medicine, and severe wounds require stitches.

Except that I couldn't suppress my sex head in the first month, I really paid attention to it in the future.Sometimes he wanted to send Zi An back to train him, but after thinking about it, he still didn't want to.Since the purchase is his property, whether it is pampering or cheating, naturally he has the final say, why do he want people who don't want to do it to intervene in his Zi'an?

As for daily cooking and housekeeping.Thinking of this, Mu Chuan couldn't help but smile with his hands on his forehead, as long as he can take care of himself, he can take care of everything else.

Mr. Mu pays attention to maximizing the utilization of everything he does. He feels that the things he buys have too few functions, so he naturally needs to explore them in depth.

He asked casually, and Zi'an answered seriously.It took a long time to discover a specialty.

"I can cook."

Mu Chuan was in a good mood after dealing with several difficult matters in the company.With a big wave of his hand, he asked Zian to make whatever he likes, and he also made a portion for him by the way.

Taking off his shorts and putting on an apron, Mu Chuan tied a knot at the back of Zi'an's waist, squeezed his nice buttocks, and went into the kitchen with Zi'an.Originally, he was based on the mentality of watching kittens and puppies playing and messing around, and it would be no big deal if they messed up, but unexpectedly found that Zian's cooking skills were surprisingly good.

Slow down the meat, knead the noodles, chop the stuffing, and stir.The knife is skilled and the technique is neat.Not rushing or panicking, methodical, really seems to be used to cooking.

Mu Chuan leaned on the door frame and watched. The red knot of the apron was tied to Zian's lumbar spine.Busily walking back and forth, the two ropes swayed.Mu Chuan narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. In his mind, his wife was wearing a nude apron to add fun to the husband who was off work while cooking. The husband who was tired all day put his wife on the kitchen table and fucked hard. .

Thinking of this, Mu Chuan lowered his head and smiled again. He could actually think of family in such a sentimental scene.Tsk, it really is old, and I really should find a long-term partner.

it is done.Zian picked up the wontons and put them on a plate, boiled some soup and added seaweed, dried shrimps, and a little salt.The soup boiled very slowly, and he counted the time in his mind to see if the wontons were getting colder.What happened a week ago successfully gave Zi'an a subconscious mind - the first thing he thought of when he met Mu Chuan was that the top was very hot, and the bottom was painful.

Feeling almost done, turn off the induction cooker.He picked up the spoon and scooped up two bowls of soup, and poured the sticky wontons into it.

At the dining table, Mu Chuan and Zi'an sat face to face.Mu Chuan looked at the soup bowl with blue flowers on a white background. The shape of the wontons inside was very beautiful. The four corners of the dough were pinched into two big and two small ones, forming a simple butterfly shape.

"How to do such a troublesome shape?"

Just after coming out of the kitchen, the black eyes that were suffocated by the steam of the soup raised blankly for a moment, and said casually: "Get used to it."

Mu Chuan picked up a spoon and ate one into his mouth, frowning.

Not his favorite food.

The round, bulging wontons are filled with meat, with a little green onion, and there is no other vegetables.

Except this, too salty.

Zi'an watched Mu Chuan make a move, so he also left one to eat.The tongue, esophagus, and stomach of a wonton sat comfortably on his stomach, and he secretly thought, this is what people eat.

As a result, after Mu Chuan ate one, he put down the porcelain spoon and touched the bowl wall with a soft sound.The small voice made Zi'an's hands tremble, and he stopped eating.

Mu Chuan's father and grandfather loved wine, smoke, meat, and salt. Both of them died of cerebral hemorrhage in their early fifties.The elder brother with the same surname was also fishing with an umbrella in summer, and he was bleeding from the bottom of his shell. Although he was not dead or paralyzed, he was recuperating in bed for half a year.Therefore, Mu Chuan paid great attention to diet.The taste is very light, and the daily recipes are also prepared by the housekeeper, with more vegetarian and less meat.

"Don't eat it. The meat is too greasy, it's not good for your stomach. It's too salty, you forget the inflammation underneath."

Zian put away the spoon, with no expression on his face but unhappy in his heart.For Mu Chuan, Zi'an is dedicated and will never bring emotions to work, and of course he doesn't dare.

Whatever Mu Chuan ate, he ate accordingly.Zian complained silently, and a bird faded out of his mouth.