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Problem with cookies?

The little black cat rejected this answer in a second.

The ingredients are chosen by him, and the baking of small biscuits is his signature craft, which is completely handled by him, and there is no possibility of any food problems.The owner eats it at home, and he will provide different flavors. For example, Bamboo likes sweet milk, Milan likes lemon, Mina likes chives, and so on.

Treat guests equally: Classic Butter Cookies, Praline Cookies, Cranberry Cookies.

Mark's hand strength is quite strong. Fortunately, the little black cat is a talented person, and he maintained his demeanor very well: "Mr. Mark, what's the matter?"

"Take me to him! This biscuit isn't right!"

It was the first time a guest came to the door, and it was wrong to eat biscuits, but the little black cat still kept a decent smile: "Different chefs have different recipes, it's a pity that this one doesn't suit your taste..."

"No! It's not this one!" Mark put his hands down the little black cat's sleeves, grabbed his hands instead, opened his fingers, and looked directly in front of him.

This - the little black cat withdrew its hand suddenly. Who would have thought that Mark would grab him tightly, and the whole person would be dragged onto him.There was a small dining car behind him. The little black cat tripped over the dining car, staggered back a few steps, and finally lost his footing and fell on the carpet.

And Mark also pressed on him, still observing the hands, then opened his palms and stretched them out under the eyes of the little black cat: "Did you see it! There are traces!"

"you……"

Mina, who just came back from the outside, saw two people rolled into a ball on the carpet, disheveled, flustered, and ambiguous.

"Sir, I'm sorry." The little black cat responded quickly, "It's just an accident." To the outside world, he and Mina are in a master-student relationship. "Sir" is a pun, and it can't be wrong.

When Mina saw the boy's face, it was hard not to think about it, and immediately stated his position: "It's okay, Berman, you have the right to pursue love, but the other party is underage, you have to hold on. "It's a crime to shoot at a minor.

"Are you still married?" Mark asked suddenly.

——This kind of unconstrained style of attention is comparable to that of Bamboo.

The little black cat was completely stunned, and he couldn't keep up with the topic: "Mark...can you stand up first?"

"Go to your room!" Mark got up, hung on the little black cat, and said to Mina without turning his head, "Don't worry, sir, I won't do anything to him!"

"Sorry." The little black cat apologized to Mina again. Under Mina's interested gaze, he carried a large human-shaped adhesive plaster and fled.

Mina looked up, and there were two watching heads side by side on the stairs, one was smiling, the other was paralyzed: "Dad."

"What's wrong with the little black cat?"

"Meet an acquaintance again." Bamboo replied.

"'again'?" Mina and Milan looked at Bamboo together.

"Personal*, unless he wants to say it," Bamboo said.

"Okay, okay, aren't you going to go to the appointment?"

"Well, let's go change the dress."

"A dress? It's a very formal dinner, let's get ready."

"Okay, Dad."

Milan and Bamboo did not expect what happened in the living room on the first floor.

Bamboo knew that the little black cat was a citizen of the Empire before he became a space thief, and Milan also knew it through Bamboo.Besides, judging from the knowledge and behavior of the little black cat, the background is definitely not very ordinary.Considering that Mark was also sent by the imperial consulate, the possibility of an acquaintance is very high.

"The little black cat won't be in trouble again?"

"It's not troublesome, he can solve it."

"it is good."

It was the little black cat's private matter, and Bamboo didn't worry about it at all-if the other party couldn't figure it out and asked him for help, he would just run over it, so why worry about it?

The two of them returned to the bedroom with the space button, and took out the dress boxes, a total of twenty or so large and small, piled up on the floor.

A dress is more than just a piece of clothing. Apart from the dress itself, the coat, shirt, trousers, bow tie and girdle are all available. Of course, cufflinks and leather shoes are also indispensable, and small things such as belts, socks and handkerchiefs are all matched.

As for the size, Bamboo just sent it to the other party pretending to be Demreko in the afternoon, and guaranteed that the error would not exceed [-]mm.

"This is yours." Bamboo handed over the largest box.

Milan took it and opened it: "It feels so gorgeous, do you want to cosplay?"

Lying quietly inside is a formal dress with green as the main body and light gold embellishments, flat-mouthed and double-breasted.

Although not as solemn as a tuxedo, it is still very suitable for a general dinner party.

One of the things worth mentioning, this is the imperial traditional clothing.

The second thing worth mentioning is that this dress, whether in the Federation or the Empire, has a well-known nickname - the prince's dress.

In order not to make Milan suspicious, the other party also provided Bamboo's dress at the same time.

In Banbu's box, there is a flat-cut single-breasted dress, green with silver and white embellishments, which is much more simple.

Milan only marveled for a while, and then began to check the safety of all the boxes, and habitually discussed with Bamboo: "Mark has a different attitude towards us, why? Is there any big shot?"

"It may also be that your identity has been confirmed." Bamboo pointed to the dress, "This is a hint."

Milan stopped checking.

"Bambu, don't talk nonsense."

"No nonsense."

Milan turned around, walked up to Bamboo, and said solemnly: "We don't know what they think, whether it's pie or sex that falls from the sky, we have to deal with it carefully. Pretend to be ignorant and see See how the other party reacts, and wait and see. If the situation is not right, use force to deter it to the greatest extent, once and for all. If you can't solve it, run away."

"You're right." This is where Bamboo feels the magic of Milan.Although he has never been in contact with politics, Milan has fully grasped the essence of a politician, pretending to be as good as he can, and enduring as much as he can.Play if you can't bear it, the most powerful card is always before it is revealed, and the most powerful big move is always the moment when you don't make a move.Run away if you can't beat it, what is it like to die rather than surrender, it's great to make a comeback.

"Also," Milan urged with a more serious attitude, "No matter who I am, our relationship will not change, remember?"

Bamboo nodded: "Remember—and, you too."

"You will always be my Bamboo," Milan Hulu Bamboo thought for a while, "This time we will bring Demreko along, see who he contacts, and get some information."

"Okay." Bamboo had no objection, "Will will take it too." He lowered his hair and messaged.

There was no manipulation of the dress, and changing clothes was very neat for a boy. In a blink of an eye, the two of them were completely new from head to toe. They praised each other's handsomeness and went downstairs together - Demreko's room.

"We have a very important dinner, Captain, you need to come together." Milan didn't count it as an invitation, but a direct request.

When Demreko saw Milan for the first time, his eyes were full of surprise and understanding.

He nodded and gave a military salute: "Give me 10 minutes, please."

After notifying Demreko, the two came to Mina's room at the second stop.

"...with Demreko?" Mina couldn't help but restrain his smile when he saw Milan's attire, and his body was a little stiff.He is well-informed, and if this outfit is not cosplay, it is very clear what it means.He has always been concerned about Milan's life experience, but now that he sees Milan in such an attire, he is going out with the Imperials again... Will he be claimed by the Empire?Has the previously unreliable guess come true?

"Dad," Milan rushed to hug him and assured him, "I don't know exactly what's going on, but I must go home before the gate control!"

That's another way of saying "I'm your son no matter what."

Hearing these words, Mina's stiff body relaxed: "Yes."

The third stop is the little black cat's room.

Before he could knock on the door, he heard faint voices from inside.Given that the sound can be heard outside the well-soundproof door, it is entirely possible to infer how excited the people inside were.

Fragmentary voices floated out: "...Brother Jerry...Parents miss you very much...Not married...Not going back...You already knew Your Highness..."

Milan paused with his raised hand and turned to Bamboo.

"Shall we come back later?" Bamboo looked at his watch and suggested, "There's still time."

Milan turned around and walked side by side with him, and asked in a low voice, "Did the little black cat come with a purpose?" If so, his trust in the little black cat would have to be withdrawn.

Bamboo shook his head: "It's purely a coincidence."

"That's good." Milan paused, then remembered another matter, "Is Will from the Empire?"

Bamboo sorted out the logical relationship, and threw a thunder at Milan: "He infiltrated the Federation to carry out the mission, but the mission has been cancelled, and he can't go back now."

"Task?"

"Greg. Quest object Greg."

"Stay here because Greg is sick and can't complete the mission?"

"Yes."

"—Bamboo, you are too brave."

"But everything is fine." Bamboo pointed to his head, "There is a spiritual power contract."

He gradually showed his strength to Milan.

"Well, as long as you like it." Milan sighed, "I really don't know how many things you have kept from me."

"A lot," Bamboo responded.

"What?" Milan raised his voice slightly.

"you are not happy?"

"kind of."

"Don't be upset."

"I'll try my best. Well..." The mouth was gagged and the person was pushed against the wall, so the two followed their will and exchanged oral bacterial flora.

"Do you feel better now?" Bamboo finally took a bite of Milan's mouth and asked.

"Bambu, who taught you all this?" Milan licked his lips, unable to tell whether he was angry or annoyed.

"You answer me first, it's very important." Bamboo was very serious.

"...As long as you like it." Milan was helpless, he was really eaten to death.

""Correctly Dealing with Your Lover's Temperament", this book is good, I will pass it on to you."

"Banbu...I'll tell you when I come back tonight." Milan raised his forehead, why does he memorize a lot of knowledge and skills in a dream, and Bamboo has a dream full of children's inappropriate?

When they came to the living room, Demreko had already taken care of it, and he had also finished tidying up the small dining car in the living room. The silent big man stood there straight, and gave a standard imperial courtesy to Milan.

Milan did not return the salute: "Captain, you think too much."

Demreko shook his head: "No." Then he remained silent, continuing to be a transparent person in a corner of the living room.

The two of them hadn't settled down in the living room when they heard movement in the corner of the first floor. The little black cat walked out of the room first, followed by Mark with red eyes.

"I want to prepare dinner." The little black cat said helplessly as he walked to the kitchen.

"I'll help you!" Mark said enthusiastically.

"Set the table..."

"I will!" Mark raised his hand.

"Cooking ingredients..."

"I'm fine!" Mark assured.

The little black cat stopped in the kitchen: "You should finish your work."

"You're not going to tell them, are you?"

"Even if I don't tell you about this, they all know about it." The little black cat said seriously, "The master is very powerful, so don't challenge me." The master he was talking about referred to Bamboo.

"How dare I." Mark interpreted the "master" in his mouth as Milan, "Brother, you should plan ahead, no wonder my mother said you are the most promising in our family!"

"I can't make up my mind about this—it's time, you go out." The little black cat was going to focus on two things, drafting an apology letter to Bamboo and Milan while cooking.

"I'll be back!" Mark cheered.

This excitement came to an abrupt end when he saw Milan.

He swallowed his saliva: "Dian... God, you are so handsome!"

Although the "temple" changed his words quickly, Milan still heard something unusual.He laughed, as if nothing had happened: "Are you going to have a cosplay? I don't mind if I bring someone along?"

"Of course not!" Mark saw Demreko in the shadows, "It's great to be together!"

"Then let's go?"

"Ah."

——So tonight, Mina was alone at the dinner table.

The reason for the absence of Greg is simple. Greg was sent to a nursing home.Will found Greg's mother, but after the other party was surprised, she didn't have much affection for Greg, so she threw a sum of money and told Will that Greg had grown up and should go out independently.

Given Greg's peculiarities, Will first sent him to a nursing home.I'm going to see if it gets better after a period of conditioning.

And Will was also called away by Bamboo tonight.

"The children grow up too fast. As a father, I don't have any sense of accomplishment." Mina was a little depressed.He had the feeling that he had worked so hard to raise a good cabbage, only to be raped by a pig.

"Sir, they will always be your family." The little black cat doesn't care about the identities of Bamboo and Milan, he only knows that in this family, he is well accepted and stays very comfortably, "Based on the little black cat's experience , It's not easy to get full on this occasion, the little black cat will prepare some supper, sir, will you also have one?"

The little black cat's suggestion was really thoughtful. Mina knew that he would probably wait for the two children to come back tonight, so he nodded, "Then I will trouble you."