The old attack is allocated by the country [Interstellar]

"This is You Ling, who lives next door," Lin Yu introduced.

"Hi, I'm Lan Xun, your neighbor's neighbor." Lan Xun extended his right hand friendly.

"Hello." You Ling shook his hand back.

"This is my new bear biscuit, do you want to try it?" Lin Yu brought a large plate of biscuits.

"Okay." You Ling's eyes lit up.

I like to put snacks straight to the point.

"There are still new molds here, if you want to try to do it yourself."

Lin Yu rolled out a small trolley filled with various molds, such as stars, elephants, peach blossoms, etc., which are weird and cute.

"Can I really try it?" You Ling was a little moved.

"Yes, the flour and water are on the side, or you can use the reconciled noodles directly."

"Then I'll try." You Ling strolled over.

"Just add some flour like this and just the right amount of water to knead them together."

Lin Yu demonstrated in front of him, and the cowardly little rabbit was much more confident in driving this matter.

"Ang~"

It's that simple, he can do it.

You Ling carelessly added three spoonfuls of flour and a large bowl of water. He was very confident about his level and would never waste it.

1 minutes later.

You Ling looked enviously at the ball of flour formed in Lin Yu's hand, and continued to compete with the sticky lump of cake in his hand.

He thought about it... Is there something missing?

Looking at the colorful finished biscuits with icing, You Ling felt that this must be the case.

He rummaged around on the seasoning table, and put a little bit of colorful things. The sticky dough had successfully hardened a little bit, and the color was also very nice, red, green, and green.

You Ling feels good about himself.

"This should be fine." You Ling held the flour that had barely turned into a big dough in his hand, and walked towards the oven with arrogance.

Lin Yu who has successfully baked a plate of star biscuits: ...

...What is that strange object?

In all the years he's baked cookies, he's never seen dough like this.

"You Ling...why is your dough so colorful?"

"Oh, this one, my dough couldn't set, so I added something over there, how about it? Does it look good?" You Ling begged confidently.

Lan Xun who was sitting on the side drinking tea: ...

Although he didn't know how to knead the dough, common sense told him that normal dough definitely didn't look like this.

Uh……

Lin Yu glanced at the condiment table, and always felt that there must be something extraordinary in the dough.

suddenly a little scared...

"It's beautiful, Yu Ling, is this your first time doing it?"

"Yes, am I powerful?"

"Amazing." Lin Yu smiled shyly with her lips half pursed, and truly believed that being so confident was also a kind of strength.

"Thank you, thanks to Teacher Lin Yu's good teaching." Hearing his affirmation, You Ling felt that it would be better to be humble.

"No, it's because you are very smart." Lin Yu waved his hands again and again.

Lan Xun laughed.

Lin Yufeng, who had been making biscuits for ten years, was killed innocently.

"Ding--"

"It's finally ready." The eyes of You Ling, who was standing by the oven and paying attention, lit up.

The burnt black biscuit had a strange shape, a very casual shape, and a strange taste. Because of the overexpansion, there were several large cracks. A total of three molds were stuffed, and all three molds were cracked.

You Ling: OO

Lin Yu: ...

Lan Xun: ...

They thought it was just not tasty at most, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful that it directly destroyed three molds.

"...Is what I did really so bad?" You Ling was extremely sad.

"You did a good job. It should be a problem with the mold. The mold is too small. If you change it to a bigger one in the future, it won't be like this." Lin Yu comforted.

"really?"

"Really...really."

Lin Yu stammered, her heart beat a little faster, ah... Is this what it feels like to speak against conscience?

"That's good, I knew it must not be my cooking skills." You Ling was blindly confident.

Lin Yu: ...

Mr. Xiaoyou may need to have a correct understanding of his cooking skills. Should he tell the truth?

Lin Yu, who was innocent for more than twenty years, suddenly had this "evil" idea.

After a lot of tidying up, the three of them sat together around small biscuits and scented tea.

The few people with complementary cooking skills looked at each other with a feeling of sympathy.

"I see you've been drinking this tea all afternoon, is it good?"

"You can try it."

"Bitter...it has become sweet again, bitter and sweet, strange."

You Ling smacked his lips.

"This is fairy orchid tea, the taste is like this, first bitter and then sweet." Lan Xun introduced.

"The happy water is still comfortable." You Ling put down the scented tea resentfully.

"I also want to drink happy water." Lin Yu's eyes lit up.

"I can store a few boxes at home, and I am very happy."

"...Still not." Lin Yu shook his head.

He... probably doesn't like these things at home.

"What is happy water?" Lan Xun was curious.

"Haven't you ever drank it? It's Coke. It's very delicious and exciting." You Ling urged.

"Then... I'll try it next time." Lan Xun thought of baijiu after hearing this description. Do cola and baijiu taste the same?

You Ling shook his head in disapproval.

What do you want to drink happy water Next time, he can bring a box for him on the spot.

The gentle breeze mixes the elegant fragrance of flowers all over the garden, condensing in the chatter and laughter among friends.

Not long after, the sun will not set in the west, and the warm yellow afterglow will coat the whole garden with a layer of gold.

"Yo, it seems that the few of us here are unlucky."

A few playboys wearing famous brands walked in.

"Lin Yu, here's a guest, why, why don't you pour us some tea?" the red-haired rich second generation said frivolously.

"Yes, yes, we have been standing here for so long, and we didn't even move the chairs for us, isn't it too stingy?"

Lin Yu took a step back subconsciously, her pricked up rabbit ears seemed to shrink back in fright.

"Hug, sorry."

"I'll go now."

Lan Xun frowned.

"If I remember correctly, Lin Yu didn't invite you, did he?"

If you don't invite, you don't talk, and you have to pick and choose.

The tea party is semi-open, and everyone takes it by themselves, so why should they make an exception?

The teapot and teacups were placed on the table thoughtfully, and there were even several vacant chairs beside them. This group of people was obviously making trouble.

"Everyone lives in District A. You don't see them when you look up or down on weekdays. What's wrong with visiting?"

"Could it be that our family still lacks this cup of tea? Isn't it for the Senate Chief's face."

"Not to mention anything else, just how much is the biscuit made by a commoner like Lin Yu worth? If he was lucky enough to marry the Senate President, he still doesn't know which slum he is working in."

"Yeah, isn't that the reason?"

"..."

Several people picked and commented on the small biscuits carefully arranged on the table, and finally threw the small biscuits into the trash can beside them in disgust, and wiped their hands with handkerchiefs.

Lin Yu grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers sadly.

"I'm sorry..." He trotted over while apologizing.

Suddenly a pair of feet lay in front of him, but Lin Yu didn't notice.

"Hiss... CNM, are you sick?"

You Ling grabbed Lin Yu's arm, and inadvertently stomped on those legs that blocked the way.

"Sorry sorry, didn't notice."

"you!"

"This brother, take a step to talk?" You Ling carelessly wrapped his arms around his neck.

"you are?"

You Ling leaned close to his ear, being intimate.

"It's a relative you see every day..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell over his shoulder neatly, and the red-haired young master was completely thrown into the mud.

"Remember, I am your father."

"Hastily..." The red hair was very irritable in pain.

"Do you know who I am?!"

"I know, our father and son usually don't look up and look down, what's wrong with teaching you?"

You Ling tidied up the uncluttered cuffs slowly.

"Why, you want to be rebellious?" You Ling looked at him with a half-smile.

The redhead took a deep breath, grumpy and menacing.

"My father is General Sancho. Even His Majesty wants to give him face. I will never let you go."

You Ling: "I'm so scared. I live next door. You are always welcome."

"Okay, I'll remember." The red-haired young master cursed and got up.

"Are you still my brothers, just watching me being beaten?"

"That's why you didn't react. Come on, brothers, teach this kid a lesson. If you dare to bully our Young Master Sang, his legs will be broken."

"Wait a minute, no, don't fight..." The cowardly little rabbit hurriedly fought, and You Ling asked Lan Xun to pull him aside, and rushed up with a rolling pin.

"Ah, shit, despicable."

"You don't slap people in the face, you don't talk about martial arts."

"Damn, who stepped on my foot."

"..."

The scene was in chaos.

Lin Yu turned around in a hurry.

After the melee, there was a circle of people lying on the ground crying and howling.

"Say, do you still dare to find fault?" You Ling waved his stick threateningly.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Unfilial son, why are you howling so loudly? Call Dad!"

"You're dreaming!...Oh! Dad, stop beating, stop beating..."

……

This is what Lu Zhou saw when he came over.

Holding a big rolling pin, the young man arrogantly stood in front of a large group of second-generation sons with bruised noses and swollen faces, giving lectures.

Lu Zhou: ...

Is his little friend usually like this?

"You Ling, Major General Lu is here." Lin Yu carefully tugged at the corner of You Ling's clothes, looking worried.

When You Ling glanced away from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He looked at the rolling pin held high in his hand, threw it to Lin Yu decisively, and ran over aggrieved.

"Honey, they bullied me."

You Ling hangs on Lu Zhou's body pitifully.

Lin Yu: OoO

The second generation who hang on the ground: Fuck...do you want to be ashamed?Who is bullying whom?

"Don't be afraid." Lu Zhou put his arms around You Ling's waist.

The second generation: Can you see who was beaten before you speak?

Lu Zhou took out his optical brain to take a picture, and then clicked on the group post.

Almost in the next second, the optical brains of the second generations on the ground sounded at the same time.

"Sang dog! You're causing trouble for me again!"

"Liu Erzu, I limit you to get home within 3 minutes!"

"Zhang Tieniu, don't force me to beat you personally!"

……

The second generation: molars.

are you crazy! ! !One by one, they were the ones who were beaten! ! !them! ! !