I am straight!

Here it comes," Elliot said, pointing to the kitchen: "Go quickly. "

... Can't escape?

I sighed, resigned myself to the kitchen and asked Xavier, "Do you want to eat?"

Xavier didn't answer, and directly expressed his wishes with actions - he simply followed the stairs to the basement floor and went back to his room.

...Forget it, I can relax if there is one less person.

I thought for a while and then asked Elliott: "Hey, can you let the kitten...cough, Bell get some light? He probably hasn't eaten yet."

This child is also not good at taking care of himself. He is not familiar with him in a strange place, so he is probably panicking. Let him come over for dinner.

Elliot shrugged, not caring.

So I fluctuated Bell's number, and Bell answered very quickly, probably with the mobile phone with me.

"Ah Xian!" The voice was timid but full of surprise, probably very happy.

"How is it? Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet... I'm... packing things... But, but the more I pack it, the more messy it gets..." He was very frustrated, and called out my name a little aggrieved: "The chord..."

"I knew it..." I sighed: "You come to our dormitory first, and I will wait for you to eat."

"Eh? No, no! I, I'm not hungry!" He stammered his refusal, he must have known he was lying, he was polite.

"Come on, I'll wait for you, see you in half an hour."

"Hey?! But, but..."

"That's it, I'll hang up first."

"Ah, Ah Xian..."

My county magistrate hung up the phone after playing, feeling a little happier.

The refrigerator in the kitchen is indeed filled with all kinds of ingredients, some of which I named today, and some that I can usually see, but most of them are things that I have never seen before.

...Abalone? This?

I poked the wriggling oval in the pool, then withdrew my hand...how am I going to burn this thing! ?

Braised?Stew?Stir fry? ? ?

Why?The shape of this thing... lumpy and lumpy like ginger... I haven't seen it before, but it looks familiar... White truffle? !

oh oh!Legendary ingredients! ! !

I stared at the thing with great admiration, and carefully put it back into the refrigerator.

I only know Chinese food, and I only know home cooking. I can't cook this kind of thing at all.

………Should I learn how to cook Western food?Otherwise, it would be too wasteful to keep it in the refrigerator...

I stared at the precious ingredients I've seen and haven't seen, and then sighed: I'll talk about it later, I have to feed the two foodies in the living room first.

Roasted chicken with chestnuts, shredded lettuce in cold salad, shredded sweet potatoes, braised fish, white fungus and lotus seed soup...is that enough?

After thinking about it, I still added another tiger skin green pepper and sweet and sour pork.

I didn't think it was enough to cook a big pot of rice - after all, Claude's appetite is really not small.

It took me more than 40 minutes to get these dishes ready - but Bell still didn't come.

But the two foodies outside urged me several times... Ah, forget it, let them eat first.

In order to prevent me and Bell from having nothing to eat, I deliberately set aside some dishes and some rice in the microwave oven, and then called others to come in for dinner.

The kitchen is also very big—at least four times larger than my original room, and a partition was pulled to separate the dining table from the kitchen.

The dining table is rectangular. In fact, I don't like this shape very much. It is better to have a round dining table. After all, if you eat face to face, you will have the taste of family members and make people eat more delicious.

Hmm, but I don't have any spare money to change the table for the time being, wait until I find a part-time job.

I served them a meal, handed them chopsticks, and then sat down next to Ann.

This kid, An, is a little clumsy with chopsticks, and it's very awkward when picking up vegetables. It's better for me to watch from the side.

-----small theater------

Title: Labor Distribution Protest

Chord: (The domineering spirit is exuding) In short, from Monday to Saturday, we take turns to clean, and I will take care of the extra day, no problem, right? "

Claude: (fried hair) I have!You actually want me to clean up? !Just kidding! ! !

Chord: (sneering) Are you sure you have objections?

Claude: (patting the table) Of course! ! !

Chords: (calmly) Close the door and play Elliott!

Claude: (black line)...... Cousin, cousin? !

Elliott: (Squinting eyes and smiling) Well, when Claude was three years old, a little girl took away his first kiss, and he came to me crying, with a face full of snot and tears, tsk, it’s really cute...a four-year-old When I fell into the lake because of my playfulness, I was caught by the crabs in the lake. Little jj cried and came to me again. Enen, my face was still full of snot and tears, but it was not as cute as before. When I was five years old ...

Claude: (with a full face) I was wrong! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !I have no objection! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The author has something to say: Oh oh!I suddenly felt that it would be great to let He Xian be the head of the dormitory! ! !

So the positioning of the chord is: man wife, omnipotent in housework, straight man, nanny, lover, nagging emperor... and habitually taking care of others.

So when the chord breaks out occasionally, it's still very loving, isn't it...

Then it was presented in a small theater. Speaking of which, Claude was really cute before, wasn’t he... But he’s not cute when he grows up... Well, it’s all Elliot’s fault...

Also, the most important thing, the editor does not allow me to update diligently.

So every update in the next three days, everyone, I will try to update as much as possible... Cough, I hope you can still support me as always... Roll, I will bear with you...

ps: If you are an overlord, let the crabs pinch your little jj...

29. I'm really not a love brother (inverted v)...

I served them a meal, handed them chopsticks, and then sat down next to Ann.

This kid, An, is a little clumsy with chopsticks, and it's very awkward when picking up vegetables. It's better for me to watch from the side.

While I was picking up vegetables for Ann, I urged him to eat more.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Ann asked me.

"I'll be with Bell, you eat first, don't worry about me...you will become smarter if you eat more fish."

This kid is a carnivore in a sense and doesn't like vegetables, but if I put them in his bowl, he will eat them obediently.

Elliot pushed the bowl beside me: "I want to too~"

"Come on your own." I didn't even bother to look at him, I just took care of An Sheng Tang.

"Differential treatment!" Elliot took the bowl back to him in dissatisfaction, biting his chopsticks and complaining in a low voice.

"If you can rejuvenate and become ten years younger, I may give you the same treatment." I was busy picking up a chopstick of shredded lettuce for An, and I was busy breaking apart the sweet potatoes that were still hot—waiting for them to solidify It's hard to get him off the plate.

Elliot dissatisfied: "It discriminates against older teenagers..."

"...If you don't eat, you will be gone." I glanced at Claude, who was wolfing down and eating non-stop, and then at the sharply reduced meals in front of me.

"It doesn't matter, you will definitely give me a little treat when the time comes," he slowly bit the tenderloin, and waited until he swallowed it before continuing, "You can't see others starving."

………… Damn, it seems that I have caught the weakness.

I glared at him, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and put a few chestnuts into Ann's bowl.

Ann seemed to be in a good mood, took a small bite of the chestnut, and chewed slowly.

I found that except for Claude, the other two people eat very well.

"Ann, how does it taste?"

"I like sweet and sour pork tenderloin," Ann looked at me, "Soup and shredded sweet potatoes are also very good... Delicious."

His last three words made me very satisfied, and I stroked his head: "It turns out that you like sweets... I will make more sweets for you next time." Come and make a fortune, and then take the time to make some wine... He should be able to like.

I thought about how to make Ann fat, and then Elliot was unhappy again: "I like Sichuan cuisine, Sichuan cuisine!"

"Let's talk." I replied perfunctorily.

"..." Ai Lue bit the tiger skin green pepper aggrievedly.

...It seems a bit too much, after all, he produced all the materials.

"...cough, next time I'll eat boiled pork slices and spicy crab." I added a late one.

"Okay..." The voice was dull and lifeless.

Even though I knew it was definitely faked, I still couldn't help coughing a little guiltyly, and put the tiger skin green pepper into his bowl.

The guy smiled contentedly and lowered his head to eat.

...How does it feel like this guy is like a child vying for favor.

I remember one time when my younger brother was 12 years old, he took his friend home to play. I became more enthusiastic about his friend, but he didn’t talk to me for three days in a row. I finally asked. This kid was jealous.

I still remember that my little brother had red eyes at that time, sobbing and hugging my neck, crying and acting coquettishly at the same time, insisting that I promise to only like him for the rest of my life, and take care of him by his side for the rest of my life before letting me go.

The younger brother was so cute back then! ! !

Cough, I, I'm not Liandi!I, I just think my little brother is cute!

...But having said that, do I count as breaking the contract now... It's been... It's been a long time since I contacted my younger brother, and I clearly said that I would always take care of him...

Thinking of this, I sighed again.

Before coming to this college, my younger brother strongly opposed me leaving him to go to school on a small island in the Pacific Ocean, but my parents' attitude was very firm, and there was no room for change. My younger brother even thought of running away from home and insisted on taking me there. Elope—hey, what a kid, I can't even use words well.

In the end I said no.

Not for anything else, just because...