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Ye Yue is making double skin milk.

Song Ruowei thought about it like Duo Hua'er, and went to play at his grandmother's house in the countryside. His grandmother's house raised several cows, so Song Ruowei made some fresh milk for him.

Ye Yue doesn't particularly like desserts. The habit he developed in his previous life was to only eat three meals a day, and nothing else except rice (sometimes there is nothing to pay for it), so let alone desserts, he actually doesn't eat much snacks.

In Zangdong Town for 18 years, his only preference is sour fruit, mango and lemonade, but if he really wants to say how much he likes it, there is none.

Li Yuebo is his favorite, followed by his paintings and his relatives and friends. Li Yuebo raised him very expensively, but in fact his desire for material things is very low.

Li Yuebo is the exact opposite of him. Li Yuebo's desire for material things has always been vigorous, and he always takes good things home and always buys him various things.

Li Yuebo is also unique in eating - he is never picky about food.

Both his grandma and he were surprised by this. How can there be people who are not picky eaters in the world?He was a picky eater who was hungry and full in his previous life.

His grandma didn't know the dreams of his death, but he could only hear him lamenting how there are people who are not picky eaters in the world, and the skinny little old woman shook her palm fan and nodded, "Yes, it is."

Ye Yue laughed a little.

His grandma and Li Yuebo have reached a high degree of unity on the matter of Shuangpi Nai - both of them like it very much but often have nothing to eat.

Needless to say, I like it, it is purely a taste preference.The reasons why he often doesn’t have to eat are different: his milk is because he wants to control his blood sugar when he is old, so he can’t eat more; The double-skin milk is a bit sweet, and I often don't have to eat it.

Freshly squeezed fresh milk is the most suitable for making double-skin milk. Now that I have it, Ye Yue thinks about making some for them—the younger brother of his adoptive parents also likes double-skin milk, so Ye Yue is very good at making this dish Little sweets.

You see, doing the same thing, but the sweet feeling is slowly covering the once bitter memory.

His grandma saw that he was going to be a double-skin milk, and his waist was no longer sore and his legs didn't hurt anymore, so he moved a small rattan chair and sat at the kitchen door, looking forward to it like a child.

There is a beautiful orchid flame on the gas stove, and the small milk pot is slowly bubbling with heat. The phone beeped, and it was a message from Li Yuebo—he was going to a meeting again.

Ye Yue took a photo of the freshly whipped egg whites with his mobile phone. After thinking about it, he planned to surprise him, so he simply responded with "1".

He hasn't learned to share routines naturally, but he has mastered prompt responses.

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A few tits flew up from the branches, circled twice in the woods and fell to new branches.

It was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and the hot summer sun had long been high. Fortunately, the dense mountains and forests, the foliage of the mountains and mountains forced back the incredible heat, and it seemed a little cool.

On the mountain path, Ye Yue came out with his double skin.

White short-sleeved brown trousers, the arms and legs left outside the clothes are too white, and they are shining white in clusters in the forest as he advances, like an elf.

Because he had been here before, he knew that people were not sunbathing in the woods, so he didn't wear a hat, and his exquisite and beautiful face was exposed openly, causing the tits that had landed on the branches to look at him with their heads tilted.

Turn out of the mountain forest and go forward 200 meters, which is the project site.

Li Yuebo said that there are only two principles in the development of this project - to protect Fengquan Mountain to the greatest extent and to restore the world under his brush to the greatest extent.

Many of the background images in his comics were filmed in Fengquan Mountain, where fans have always come to check in.

Ye Yue only knows that his comics are still popular in this world, but he himself doesn't know how popular they are, and he doesn't care much about such things. He just likes to draw comics.

When Li Yuebo told him that the most important part of the development of Fengquan Mountain was to build a world in his comics, he just listened to it and didn't feel much reality.

But now when he looked at the gate of the project site, which was exactly the same as the "Wind to the City" gate in his pen, a huge sense of joy rose from his heart.

He just stood there watching.

Watch intently.

In fact, it was not only pleasure, but also an indescribable complex feeling that he could not describe.

He still remembers the first time his "brother" came home with a certificate, and he still remembers all the content on the certificate——Student Zhang Xiaoyang: "My Dream" as the theme held in the first Chaoyang Ranran Group Won the first prize in the painting competition.This certificate is hereby issued as an encouragement.Chaoyang Ranran Group, June 1999, 6.

That was obviously his painting.

Also, he accidentally signed his own name when drawing comics later, and his aunt obliterated the name one by one.

Those pictures roared like the wind, and they all rushed to the huge "Wind to the City" in front of them.

He just stood there watching.

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Tang Jian, whom he had met on Fengming Mountain before, spotted him.

"Ye Yue." Tang Jian called him, his tone was much more familiar and bold than when they first met, "Come to see Brother Bo?"

Ye Yue smiled, nodded as a response, exchanged some pleasantries, and stopped Tang Jian from taking him to find someone, and walked inside by himself.

As I walked and watched, I couldn’t see anything when I came here. Now the prototype of many things has come out. Others may not understand, but he is the original author, and he can tell what scene to build with just a glance.

Because he was too focused on watching, Ye Yue didn't notice the sign of "Beware of the Pit", stepped on the air and fell down with a "slap".

Fortunately, the pit was only big, and there were no dangerous goods in it, but the pit was a bit too high, and he couldn't climb it for a while.

To make matters worse, Shuangpi Nai fell out.

In order to look good, he specially took it in a cup without a lid, and only put some ice cubes in the bag to keep it fresh.Now, with the fall, the cup fell out, and the white and smooth double-skin milk spilled all over the floor, leaving only a small part in the cup.

Ye Yue pursed his lips and picked up the cup, then propped his head against the wall of the pit and looked out.

He seemed to be walking a little too far, and he didn't see anyone for a while.

He took out his cell phone again, and just as he was about to press the dial button, he heard a human voice.

Ye Yue poked his head out again.

It's Li Yuebo.

And Chen Chen.

There is also a large group of workers.

Li Yuebo and Chen Chen both wore white hard hats, one was tall and handsome and the other was gentle.Ye Yue couldn't understand what they were doing, and the picture was very similar to the leader's inspection picture that was often broadcast on TV news.

Chen Chen was the elegant and elite secretary next to the leader. He was holding a document in his hand, sometimes pointing to the contents of the document and sometimes pointing to a certain place on the construction site, constantly talking to the "leader".

Not to mention Li Yuebo, he doesn't have to do anything, he just needs to stand there.

Ye Yue looked down at himself.

White short-sleeved brown trousers, the clothes and trousers are wrinkled, and the ginger mud in the pit is still stuck on them, the skin is worn out at the knees, and there are some blood red in the cold white, because of falling into the pit, the short There was some mud between the nails, which was set off even darker by the snow-white complexion, and beside her was the milky white double-skin milk that fell to the ground.

Dirty.

If I want to call someone, I suddenly can't say it.

In the pit, a magazine that some worker had read was left there, with a big headline on the cover: Love is inferiority.