After returning home, Mrs. Victor poured two large glasses of wine in a nervous manner and said she wanted to celebrate with her "son".

"I'm still young, alcohol damages brain cells, and it's a taboo for arcane artists. Don't poison me."

Du Wei was in mind the explanation of Master Dawn, so he was so scared that he ran to the back of the sofa to hide, and stretched out his head to peek at him.

Gudu--

After drinking a glass of strong wine in one breath, she became a little confused and shook, "So smart, I deserve to be my son. By the way, son, how old are you? Are you married?"

Du Wei almost fainted. Anyway, he continued to hide behind the sofa and didn't come out.

Next, she watched her drunk with her own eyes and finally lay on the floor similar to a garbage dump.

"It's getting colder and colder, so you'll get sick if you lie on the floor."

Du Wei didn't dare to go over, but said with a little concern.

Mrs. Victor had no reaction at all.

Du Wei was speechless at her, so she had to go over and struggled to get this cheap mother off the bed, covered her quilt, and muttered before leaving: "Oh, life is not going well... I thought it would be great to meet an arcane like Berg, and I could learn something for free."

But the drunk Mrs. Victor was furious: "As a great mentor who ruins the world, what can I teach you? Of course, it is impossible to be free. We can discuss the price slowly!"

Well, she actually couldn't complain for a long time and fell asleep again soon.

Now Du Wei thinks that Mrs. Victor is a bit cute. Although it is small, messy and poor, it is different from an orphan nursing home. In Du Wei's opinion, it really feels like home here.

So Du Wei, who was said to have the advantage of hardworking blood, threw himself into the trash and began to clean up...

I almost died of exhaustion at dusk because my home was so messy and there was too much garbage. How dare you believe even scrap iron ore?

Now I looked at it and after working hard, I was able to get some sense of accomplishment.

I went to search for it, but fortunately, there was a little food at home, and the dinner was a little bit short, but if I save a little, it would be almost the same. It just means how to eat breakfast tomorrow, and I need to think about it carefully.

Looking back, there is an advantage in an orphan nursing home: you don’t need to worry about how to eat the next meal.

He has served in Dawn's kitchen for a lot of time and has learned some cooking skills, so Du Wei has a very simple dinner.

After everything was ready, go in and take a look. Mrs. Victor was still asleep.

"Madame Victor?"

Du Wei found that relying on shouting seemed useless.

"Get up...Oh, you get up, have a meal."

Du Wei simply pulled her up with great difficulty.

She sat up with her hair disheveled, looked around and smiled, "Yes, the color is really good."

"?"

He fell down and slept soundly, but then.

"Get up, Madame Victor, if you starve to death, I will be sent in again. The second visit to the palace is not a joke."

Du Wei dragged her up speechlessly.

In the end, she came to have a meal extremely reluctantly, but finally put her skirt on the opposite side.

"Mother and son" sat at the table, facing the dinner under the candlelight, she looked at Du Wei without saying anything, barely ate some bread and drank some tomato soup.

Du Wei said worriedly: "Madam Victor, am I very poor in cooking?"

Mrs. Victor looked disgusted, "Don't be anxious, at least I can still speak."

Du Wei said: "Madam Victor, you are so nice. You feel like home here. Thank you for bringing me out of the orphan nursing home. When I was most helpless, confused, and needed a sense of security the most, it was you who completed my first stage goal in this life and gave me the feeling of home."

Mrs. Victor suddenly stopped the spoon that was delivered to her mouth, surprisingly stable, unlike the hand of an alcoholic. A trace of light flashed through the dark eyes that seemed to be soaked in alcohol.

Duwei blinked and said, "Mrs. Victor, am I wrong?"

"The main reason is... you speak so nicely, which makes me feel hot and I almost feel embarrassed to exploit you."

Mrs. Victor returned to her expression and began to drink soup.

Du Wei smiled and said, "Actually, it's okay to exploit it. You still have to raise it. Without you, I will be sent back. There are many people there but deserted, and I don't feel like home at all."

He also said: "By the way, Mrs. Victor, I want to plan my future life. The next stage goal is: to enter school to learn arcane. Under this premise, what suggestions do you have as an adoptive mother?"

"Are you going to have an egg, and those people in the Arcane School deserve to teach my son?"

Mrs. Victor was furious: "What do you want to learn? As a great tutor who ruins the world, I will teach you. As for the tuition you plan to pay in the future, I can give it to me now. So, both mother and son have achieved their goals? Isn't it simple to me? "

Du Wei fainted immediately. Didn’t he hear that the dragon people are not extinct? Only some species with less competitive advantages such as dog-headed men, taurens, and leopard heads were left behind. This was what Dawn said during a chat.

If you think about it carefully, she is actually not bad. If she is unfathomable, it will be difficult to fix it if she is unfathomable. Such a good family will not be her turn.

Seeing that she was so useless, Du Wei felt like a home. I heard that the structure of the home is actually very simple, either being taken care of or taking care of people.

After almost the meal was ready, Mrs. Victor stood up staggeringly.

Du Wei said: "When I was cleaning up the garbage, I found that there were a lot of scrap iron ore in your house. Can I sell it? Otherwise, the food will be out of stock tomorrow. After buying the food, I want to learn to do some small business."

Mrs. Victor stopped, unexpectedly not shaking, her back seemed to be petrified, and she asked in a low voice: "Do you still remember...the place where those scrap irons were placed?"

Although it was complicated, with more than a hundred pieces. How could Du Wei, who was born sensitive to graphics, forget it and try to say, "Do you remember it?"

"Tell me, what does their placement, spacing, and logical relationships look like?"

Mrs. Victor asked with her back to her.

Du Wei said: "It's vaguely like the starry sky. I seem to have seen something similar in my dream. But I'm willing to treat them as lemons in the garden, and I don't know if it's right?"

Mrs. Victor turned her back to her for a long time, and she seemed to have a slight tremor.

Du Wei thought it was a drunkard's habitual state, so he hurriedly went to support him: "Does Mrs. Victor feel uncomfortable?"

She said, "I'm fine... OK, whether it's lemon or starry sky, it's not very important. This is your Duwei-style understanding. If you can remember the placement and hierarchy of all ores, it's your navigation star... Well, it's okay to navigate lemons. Remember, never forget, and remember the logical relationship and position direction between them in your dreams."

"Why should I remember what I'm about to be sold?" Du Wei wasn't sure what she meant.

Mrs. Victor twisted his ears domineeringly: "I am mom, you are your son. You sold Dragon Mom's home for cooking. Then, if you are moved, I will remember it in your heart for the rest of your life? Is this logic direct or not?"

Damn—

Du Wei thinks what Long Mom said makes sense, it is both simple, direct, and rude and effective.

"Okay, Mrs. Victor, I will remember all my life, and I will always remember that you gave me a starry sky in my dreams." Du Wei said obediently.

Before Mrs. Victor entered, she turned around and pointed to the blonde man in the Shanghai newspaper and said, "Since you have decided to remember the 'Dragon Mom's Starry Sky', you must be careful of this bastard."

Du Wei fainted immediately.
Chapter completed!