The found Tuo is three and a half years old

Cream of Corn Soup?I look at you like a cream of corn soup!

Looking at this kid who arranged me clearly, I suddenly felt angry.

So you quietly arranged the battle plan and left me alone, but you still want me to be your logistics at this moment?Why don't you go to heaven!

I wanted to refuse at the time, but before I could speak, Fyodor suddenly came up to me, carefully picked up the corner of my clothes, raised his head, and looked at me with those rare bright purple eyes. Me: "Ivan said he likes that kind of soup the most. Uncle Liao Sha told Haruko how to make it before, didn't he?"

"As for the corn, Ivan and I will peel it in advance."

"..."

A refusal stuck in my throat, and I was a little speechless.

I've actually never cooked cream of corn soup.

Alexey had cooked it for Fyodor once at my house before, and taught me how to cook it.I find peeling corn too much of a hassle, though, so never really try it.

But that night, after Alexei left, Fyodor dragged Ivan and the two of them to guard a basket of corn for most of the night.Looking at the pile of corn kernels and the two sleepy dumpling, my heart softened for a while.

Forget it, logistics is logistics, anyway, it's just cooking soup.

In fact, in order to set off on time the next day to find the members of the Necromancer, Alexei intended to bring Fyodor and Ivan back to his hospital for a night, but Fyodor Er said to Alexei solemnly, "I have to stay here with Haruko."

"Haruko has no interest in living in the town."

So Alexei didn't say anything more.On the contrary, Ivan, after hearing what Alexei said about the "Necromancer Society", he no longer held hostility towards Fyodor, and even faintly clinged to him.Yes, and Ivan also lived in my cabin.

There was no other place to rest when I was crowded with two small groups in the small room, and Alexei had no intention of staying.But early the next morning, he came to my door through the woods still full of morning dew.

The weather was fine that day, even with the thin morning light, Alexei still had a kind of sunshine on his body.

Obviously not the weather where I can go outside.

Since I don't need to go out to help, and there is no little dumpling at home that must be taken care of, I simply hugged the blanket and planned to sleep on the soft cushion——

However, I, who was used to the routine of human beings, couldn't sleep at all for a while.

After rolling several laps on the cushion, I finally turned over and sat up helplessly.

So it's time to find something else to do.

But until this time, I suddenly realized that my life in the past few months has almost revolved around that little dumpling. Right now, I can’t remember for a while what I used to pass the boredom before I picked up that dumpling. The time is coming.

Obviously, I have lived alone for more than a hundred years, and I thought this small wooden house was just right for living alone.But for some reason, when a small figure suddenly disappeared from my house, this narrow wooden house unexpectedly seemed a little empty.

Compared with the time when I lived alone before, there are a lot of things added to the room, including the toys and picture books that Alexey brought to Fyodor, the tableware and clothes for the little ones, and the one hanging on the On the hanger, a gift that Fyodor specially chose for me——

But just a few short months.

I curled my lips slightly.

Habits are a terrible thing.

So what's the point of raising such a thing!In the end, aren't you busy with your own affairs and leaving me alone at home as a logistics?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a little angry, so I decided to make a fuss about the cream of corn soup.

Anyway, this is my first time making this kind of soup, so it's only natural that it tastes a bit strange!

And I really don't remember exactly what the recipe Alexei told me was.In short, with a vague impression, I put all kinds of strange ingredients into the pot one after another, and by the way, I also put carrots, which Fyodor least likes to eat.

Well, if he asks, just throw the blame on Alexei.

Looking at the increasingly viscous liquid with strange bubbles tumbling in the pot, my mood improved a lot for no reason.

The hands of the clock gradually overlapped, and it was almost time for lunch, and I became more and more excited-I couldn't wait to see Fyodor's expression when he saw this soup.

However, an hour later, they did not come back.

Two hours later, they did not come back.

Three hours, four hours...

Until the hour hand crossed most of the dial, the three people still showed no signs of coming back.

The soup on the table had been cold for a long time, and the miscellaneous ingredients inside were embedded in the soup gelled by starch, which looked a bit hideous.

And my mood has gradually changed from the previous expectation to an indescribable anxiety.

Don't you just want to talk to them?Why have we talked for so long?

Didn't you promise to come back for lunch?Seeing that it's past dinner time, those guys...

Did something happen?