I'm a pegasus, not a racehorse girl

"Then you guessed it right, I will reimburse the party in full."

"yeah!!"

All the horse race girls present cheered, and seeing them embracing each other, Linguang smiled knowingly.

"Then let me help with cooking, I believe you will not be disappointed."

"Great!!"

Another round of cheers.

Chapter 180 Yuzao Cross: I Always Feel That Linguang Is Kind of Pretty

In the middle of the night, after the winner's stage ended, Xiao Limao, Linguang and the others came to the viewing platform on the mountain.

As the highest point in the city, there is an endless stream of tourists coming and going to enjoy the scenery every day. If you are popular, you will naturally have business.

Now in winter, the barbecue stalls have been set up early. This is the most convenient and best-used party supplies.

Liuping trainer did not follow this time.

In his words: "You little girls and I, a 60-year-old man, definitely won't be able to chat together, so I won't bother you. Anyway, with Linguang watching, you can't make trouble."

Leaving such a sentence behind, Liuping trainer Shi Shi ran away after paying the rent.

But as he said, his absence at such a party made the horse ladies more relaxed.

"Linguang-san, please! Here is beef for five people."

"Okay, I'll bake it now."

"Linguang, here are vegetables and carrots, please roast them!"

"give it to me."

"Margaret, I want to eat..."

"No, these are not cooked yet. I brought you some homemade food. You can use those to fill your stomach first."

Like lightning, he stretched out his hand to grab the paw stretched out by Xiao Limao, Linguang was gentle but did not back down.

She knew very well that Xiao Limao should not let her stomach go to eat barbecue, otherwise other people would not want to eat a little bit of residue, and probably would have to lick the stick.

"Well, yes, Margaret's food is great and full."

But Xiao Limao didn't have any complaints, she was even flattered.

"Go get it, be good."

Linguang watched Xiao Limao run away tenderly.

For her, these conversations used to happen every day and became part of her life.

The hands kept moving, and soon, Linguang finished grilling part of the food.

And these fragrances also attracted "uninvited guests".

"It smells so fragrant, can you bring us a few skewers?"

A childish and cheerful voice rang in her ears, and then the gray hair flashed out of sight.

"Senior Yuzao, are you also here for the party?"

Linguang looked at Tamamoji in front of him, who was wearing ordinary clothes.

A simple loose sweater covers her small body, and the pattern of carrots printed on her chest makes her look more like a primary school student.

"Yeah, I originally planned to celebrate with Xiaogong, but she suddenly said that her master wanted to chat with her, so she sent me to you."

Saying that, Yuzao Cross's delicate little nose moved a few times cutely, and then a gleam of crystal tears flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

"Your craftsmanship is really good, this roasted carrot looks so fragrant."

"Please try a few if you don't mind."

Linguang carefully picked out a few that were baked just right, and handed them to Yuzao Shizuo carefully.

"Linguang, you are really a good person! Then we will not be polite."

Rubbing his hands together, Tamamo took the food with bright eyes, and took a mouthful of it unceremoniously.

"and many more……"

Linguang didn't expect Yuzao Shiji to be so impatient, she reached out her hand to stop him before she had time.

"It's hot!"

Sure enough, Tamamo cross jumped up immediately, she opened her mouth wide, and she could clearly see the tan lump in her mouth.

Yuzao crossed his tongue as if avoiding this piece of food, stirring it around, his face was already red from the heat, and he kept exhaling with his mouth wide open.

"Senior Yuzao, spit it out!"

Linguang quickly put down the tools in his hand and stepped forward to help.

But Yuzao Shiji didn't know what to think, tears were dripping from the scald, and the eyeballs started to roll up, but she just didn't spit it out until she swallowed it.

"Ah!! It hurts, my tongue!"

After swallowing the roasted carrot, Tamamoji opened his mouth wide and spit out half of his red tongue, as if he wanted to use the air to cool it down.

"So why didn't Senior refuse to spit it out?"

Linguang leaned forward in distress and observed carefully.

"It's already scalded and shed its skin. It's so careless. Haven't you ever eaten roasted carrots?"

"A roasted carrot may be cold on the outside from the wind, but it must be hot on the inside.

In addition, cooked carrots will become soft and waxy, and it is easy to burn. "

Linguang cautiously leaned over, held Yuzao Cross's face with both hands, and then gently blew the wind towards Yuzao Cross's protruding tongue.

"!!!"

Yuzao Cross's face turned red in an instant, but Linguang didn't notice it at all due to the fact that it had been burned red before.

'This, this, what is the situation ah ah ah ah! '

Her eyes had rolled in circles, and the villain in her was roaring crazily.

'Does she know how embarrassing it is, how natural it is for this guy? '

'I, I can't do it, my innocence...'

Feeling the slightly cool air blowing over his tongue, Yuzao Shiji was ashamed to find that he felt very comfortable, and the burning sensation on his tongue seemed to have gradually weakened.

Although the distance between them is not close, this kind of behavior is really too ambiguous, Tamamo Cross can even feel the breath of Linguang.

'It smells good, like grass dried by the sun. '

Slowly, her blue eyes also became blurred.

"Okay, Tamamo-senpai, does your tongue still hurt?"

Linguang let go of Yuzao's cross and shook her body.

'I added a little strength to the breath just now, this kind of slight burn should still be easy to heal. '

"Ha, we, we're alright..."

Yuzao said in a dazed cross.

"That's fine, I can't do this again in the future, if you feel hot, then spit it out, senior, why do you have to swallow it?"

Linguang relaxed a little, and then she asked suspiciously.

"Call us Xiaoyu."

Yuzao Shiji corrected Linguang's title first, and then answered with some embarrassment.

"Say it, don't laugh at us."

"No, I promise to take your answer seriously."

Linguang pressed his chest to reply like this, which made Yuzao Shiji feel uncomfortable for a while.

"You don't need to be so serious. In fact, the reason is very simple. We just can't bear it."

Scratching his face shyly, Tamamo Cross's voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Our family is very poor, and it was difficult to even eat enough when we were young, and we couldn't even eat carrots or something.

So no matter how unpalatable something is, if you put it in your mouth, you will swallow it as much as possible, and if you spit it out, you will starve. This kind of thought has become subconscious. "

"How about it, do you think we can't understand it?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Yuzao stared crossly at Linguang's eyes, her face was indifferent, but there was still an unconcealable tension deep in her eyes.

"I think there's nothing wrong with that."

Unexpectedly, Linguang didn't even hesitate for a second.

Chapter 180 Strategy Judgment: Great Success

"After all, I am also from an orphanage, and I can't say which one is better than Yuzao-senpai. Why do you think I don't understand this feeling?"

He turned around and took a glass of cold water.

Handing it to Yuzao Shiji who was still sticking out a small part of his tongue in fear, Linguang complained about this misunderstanding.

"Thank you."

Yuzao thanked in a low voice, and took a sip eagerly after taking the cup.

Feeling the cold liquid flowing in her mouth, she couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

"Would you like another drink?"

With his right hand lightly holding his small face slightly sideways, Lin Guang asked with a smile.

"No, we've had enough."

Quickly shaking his head, Linguang always felt an inexplicable sense of shame when he stared at Yuzao Cross like this.

"You don't have to be polite to me."

"No, let's go back to the previous question."

Handing back the water glass in his hand to Linguang, Tamamo Cross recalled the source of his impression of Linguang.

"About this question, it's probably because Linguang's first impression and temperament are like this.

Awe-inspiring and elegant, with thoughtful manners, no matter who you are, you will feel that you were born. "

"This is a misunderstanding."

Lin Guang said decisively.

"A person's temperament is made up of very complicated experiences, and family is just one of them. Just like Tamamo-senpai, you didn't feel inferior because of your family, did you?"

"Ha, why do you think so, many people think that we haven't shaken off the shadow of poverty?"

Yuzao smiled playfully and mockingly, who is this ridicule facing?

"Because senior, when you talk about your family, your eyes are shining. Presumably in your heart, they are the most precious treasures."

Linguang raised her light golden eyes, which were shimmering in this environment that was only lit by street lamps.

"This relationship is a hundred times more precious than any golden radish or silver banana."

The secret hidden in his heart was spoken out so bluntly, even Tamamo Cross was a little shy.

"Haha, it's not as good as you said."

"Why, I like people like Tamamo-senpai the most. Whether it's a friend or a family member, I hope to have someone who cherishes others like senior."

"!!"

Tamamo tightly covered her mouth with her crossed hands, desperately suppressing the urge to shout.