How can I eat fish?

Because of Yan Lie's health, there are very few helpers in the villa, and the only few are old people from Yan's family, who have some understanding of Yan Lie's special situation.

Outsiders rarely set foot in this villa. Everyone mechanically repeats their work every day, and so does Yan Lie.

He Zijiao and Du Xincheng often tease Yan Lie for being boring, but what is fun?

He Zijiao's laboratory?Rave party in Du Neuville?Or is it the battlefield that brother and grandpa are proud of?

It's ridiculous to say that he was born in the strongest warrior family, and he will never be able to go to the battlefield.

If the second reinforcement failed, he would be labeled as an inferior fighter.

Because he is from the Yan family, he has suffered more gossip.

The disappointment in his grandfather's eyes and the regret in his brother's eyes both caused indelible harm to him when he was young.

Oh, poor fighters.

"Sir, I found my shoes."

The little guy ran towards him from the entrance holding two slippers.

Low-quality mermaids, low-quality fighters, as if everything was arranged by God, they are destined to meet and accompany each other.

"Look, I know how to wear shoes." The little guy stopped in front of him, put the two slippers on the ground, and carefully stepped his own two feet in.

The slippers were big and long, obviously not his size, and Rong Ya's tiny feet looked a little funny in them.

"Go eat." Yan Lie nodded his chin in the direction of the dining room.

"What about you? I heard that there are a lot of delicious food tonight, don't you want to go?" Rong Ya turned her head and asked him back.

"I have a job." Yan Lie explained calmly.

"But……"

"Young Master Rong, sir has important work to do, you can come with me first." Uncle Zhong interjected at the right time.

Rong Ya looked at Yan Lie, who nodded invisibly.

Only then did Rong Ya pull on the slippers and walk away step by step.

The little guy didn't dare to eat too much tonight. He knew that the husband was not at the table, and he was afraid that he would eat all of it with his belly open, and the husband would be hungry.

He used clean chopsticks to carve out a little bit of each dish, and he only dared to pick up the small lump that was cut out.

But the dinner time was over, and Rong Ya didn't see Yan Lie coming out.

Seeing that there were so many dishes left, Zhou's mother, who was clearing the table, asked strangely, "Is the meal tonight not to your liking?"

You must know that since Rong Ya came, the plates of every meal will be swept clean.

This greatly encouraged Zhou Ma, who had been preparing meals.

In the past, Mr. Yan would only eat one or two bites of any dish. Zhou's mother really couldn't figure out Yan Lie's taste preferences, and even thought that there was something wrong with her cooking skills.

She later went to sign up for a culinary training class, but Yan Lie still only ate one or two bites of each dish.

Rong Ya is different, every time he finishes eating, he will cheer: "It's such a good time, I have never had such a good meal."

Zhou's mother finally regained her strength and cooks in different ways every day. Everyone eats happily, and she is also happy.

But tonight, even little Rong Ya had left so much food, Zhou's mother was closed again.

"No, it's super delicious. These are reserved for my husband. I haven't touched them. They're clean." Rong Ya explained.

Mother Zhou smiled and said, "Mr. won't eat leftovers."

Rong Ya let out an "ah~" and glanced upstairs, that's right, how could a person like Mr. eat his leftovers?From this point of view, his behavior really offended Mr.

"Then, does that gentleman have anything to eat tonight?" Rong Ya asked hesitantly.

Zhou's mother: "Of course there are, as long as the master orders, no matter what time, there will be."

"Okay." Rong Ya's voice was crunchy, "Then I'm going to eat all of these."

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it. It's not good to eat it." Zhou Ma said with a smile.

Rong Ya shook his head and said, "It can't be wasted~ besides, these are so delicious, let me tell you quietly, I'm actually not full yet."

There is often a last meal in the store but there is no next meal, and sometimes Rong Ya has to save up several meals for a little food that is hard to come by.

When his sister was around, he would give him half of the food he got. After his sister was taken away, his life became even more difficult.

Therefore, Rong Ya has a very deep obsession with food and never wastes a bit.

Of course, it's all thanks to Mr. Yan that he can eat and drink enough now. Rong Ya is grateful to him from the bottom of his heart, and wants to do something for Mr. Yan, but such a powerful Mr. doesn't seem to need his help. .

He can only try to be nice to Mr. Yan in a human way.

After Rong Ya swept away the food on the table, Mr. Yan still didn't come down.

Rong Ya rubbed his bulging belly, hiccupped contentedly, stood up again and began to clear the dining table.

He learned a lot of new skills today, such as washing dishes.

He is not a free fish.

I heard from Zhou's mother that they will help the husband in his house, they will get paid, and they can live here all the time.

Rong Ya also wanted to stay, he didn't want a salary, he just wanted to stay for dinner, and also wanted to find his sister...

With Zhou's mother's help, Rong Ya finished washing the dishes smoothly. When passing by the living room, he couldn't help but hold on to the handrail of the stairs and look up. The long stairs lead directly to the second floor, where it is extremely quiet.

"Young Master Rong, what's the matter?" Seeing him standing at the stairs in a daze, Uncle Zhong asked with concern.

"Sir...haven't eaten yet." Rong Ya replied in a low voice.

Uncle Zhong looked up with his gaze, then lowered his head and said to him, "Don't wait for sir, he is not feeling well today, and he may not come down to eat."

"Eh?" Rong Ya tilted his head, "Are you sick?"

Uncle Zhong dodged his words: "Ah... yes."

Rong Ya: "Is it because of the rain today?"

Uncle Zhong thought about it, but still lied: "Probably."

"Then don't you care about Mr.? It's very pitiful to be sick." Rong Ya worried.

"Let sir take a rest, I will go up to see later, and you should rest early." Uncle Zhong tried his best to reassure him.

Summer rains come and go quickly.After the shower, the night became a bit cooler, and even the night wind was wrapped in a bit of dampness.

All the lights in the villa were extinguished, and it was time to rest.

Rong Ya lay on her stomach by the pool and looked at the window on the second floor, her fish tail freely swaying in the water.

In the past, before going to bed, I would see my husband in front of that floor-to-ceiling window, but tonight it was pitch black there.

Rong Ya lay on the ground for a long time, making sure that the husband seemed to have really rested, and then he was about to dive back into the water.

"Crack." The sound of things smashing was especially loud in the silent night.

"Crack, crack." This time the movement was even louder.

It came from Mr.'s room.

Rong Ya hurriedly climbed ashore from the water, and put the neatly folded suit and bathrobe on the shore, he grabbed the most easy-to-wear bathrobe, put it on, and ran to the inner room of the villa.

"Young Master Rong."

The wall lamp in the living room was turned on, and Rong Ya and Zhong Bo met at the stairs.

Uncle Zhong was still wearing a decent suit, and he didn't look like he just got up from the bed.

In Rong Ya's impression, Uncle Zhong didn't seem to need to sleep, and was always on standby for his husband.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Rong Ya asked eagerly.

"Young Master Rong, go back to sleep, I'll go up and have a look."

"I, I also want to go and see..."

"Uh... ah..." The man's suppressed roar came clearly from upstairs, and it sounded very painful.

Uncle Zhong hurried up the stairs, then turned to Rong Ya and said, "Don't come up."

Rong Ya, who was following behind, had no choice but to stop in her tracks.

Uncle Zhong told him that the husband doesn't like people who have no rules, and he doesn't like people entering his room at will.

Rong Ya waited downstairs dryly, pricking up his little ears to listen to the movement upstairs.

Uncle Zhong first knocked on Mr. Yan's door and shouted a few words, but the room became strangely quiet.

Uncle Zhong seemed a little worried, took out his key and opened the door of the room.

In just a moment, Rong Ya heard the sound of the door slamming against the wall, which made him tremble with fright.

But Uncle Zhong fell silent for a while.

"Grandpa...is sir alright?" Rong Ya tentatively called out.

No one answered him.

"Grandpa..." Rong Ya called again in doubt.

Just when Rong Ya was hesitating whether to go up, he saw Uncle Zhong being roughly thrown out of the fence.

Although the second floor is not too high, there is a crystal tea table in the center of the living room. If it falls on it, the consequences will be disastrous.

Rong Ya was terrified. Before he could react, a pair of wings sprouted from Uncle Zhong's back. The membrane wings with clear bones flapped to slow down.

"Grandpa... Grandpa..." Rong Ya hurried over to see him.

Uncle Zhong swallowed the blood in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Run, run quickly..."

Why run?Where are you going?

Rong Ya supported Uncle Zhong to stand up, and the sound of "ta, ta, ta" from the soles of shoes hitting the floor came from the stairs.

The sound was getting closer and closer, each sound made Uncle Zhong's complexion even paler.

All the lights in the living room that had just been turned on were extinguished, and the sliding door leading to the backyard was wide open, letting in the clear moonlight, and the jade-white gauze curtains were bulged by the night wind.

The slender figure appeared at the corner of the stairs. In the darkness, the beautiful red phoenix eyes shone with a chilling green light, and a pair of fluffy ears protruded from the man's short black hair.

"Sir?" Rong Ya exclaimed in disbelief.

"Run, he will treat you as an intruder and hide." Uncle Zhong pushed him.

Rong Ya's feet couldn't move at all, that's the gentleman, the one who took him home and gave him something to eat... But... is this really that gentleman?

The tall man walked towards them slowly, looking like a beast teasing its prey.

Uncle Zhong didn't have time to think about it, he spread his wings, grabbed Rong Ya's collar and tried to lead him away from here.

The man's speed was extremely fast, and he came to them almost instantly. He grabbed Uncle Zhong's ankle and slapped him vigorously against the wall.

Rong Ya and Zhong Bo fell to the ground together, Zhong Bo used his wings to protect Rong Ya, but he fell hard and collapsed on the ground panting heavily.

The man less than one meter away from them stood against the light, his entire face hidden in the darkness, even though he couldn't see his expression clearly, the invisible oppression still made people tremble all over.

Uncle Zhong couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, he knew very well that the smell of blood would bring them even greater troubles.

Sure enough, Yan Lie raised his head, opened his mouth slightly to reveal the sharp teeth, and the next moment, the man flashed in front of them.

The sleeves of the silk pajamas were ripped open, and the exposed arms had bulging muscles and bursting veins. The originally white and slender hands turned into sharp claws, ready to slap him hard on the head.

Uncle Zhong subconsciously covered it with his wings, and the severe pain made him scream, as if the wings were slowly peeling off from his body.

"Sir, you can't do this...he is a grandfather...you have lived together for a long time, you can't hurt him..." Rong Ya hugged Yan Lie's arm, tears streaming down his face.

The man tilted his head, and his ears moved, as if trying to identify something.

While Yan Lie was in a daze, Rong Ya stood up tremblingly, and slammed into Yan Lie's arms with all his strength, making him stagger back two steps, and distanced himself from Zhong Bo.

Rong Ya hugged his waist tightly, trying to buy time for Uncle Zhong to escape.

He thought, he must do something to repay these people who have treated him well.

There was no pain from being thrown out as he imagined, he could only feel that this man's body was extremely hot, as if it was about to melt him.

After a while, a big hand covered the back of his head, gently stroking his wet hair.

"Rong Ya?" He called out his name very clearly, as if regaining some sanity.

Rong Ya raised his face to look at him, the green light in Yan Lie's eyes had faded, but the ears on his head were still there.

"Sir, it's me." Rong Ya whimpered.

Behind him, Uncle Zhong tremblingly supported the wall and climbed up, a little blood still oozing from the corner of his lips.

When Yan Lie saw him, the green light in his eyes began to flicker again.

He raised his hand to caress his forehead, trying to suppress the raging beast, and said with difficulty: "Hurry up, you are a third-level bat body, and you have a few lives to play with it."

"That little Mr. Rong..."

"I won't hurt him, hurry up, I can't control it anymore." Yan Lie growled.

Uncle Zhong turned around, waved his scarred wings, flew out through the wide-open sliding door, and disappeared into the vast night.

Yan Lie had a severe headache, and he tried his best to shake his head to keep himself awake.

The child in his arms must have been terrified, and was sobbing intermittently.

Yan Lie wanted to wipe away the tears covering his face, but when he raised his hand, he found that the back of his hand was covered with short gray hairs, and the nails were extremely sharp.

He lowered his hands dejectedly, and said powerlessly: "Don't be afraid of me, don't push me away now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the ring around his waist was getting tighter, and the child said softly, "I'm not afraid..."

"You are sir..."