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After drinking a pot of bitter gourd soup for a while, I was not satisfied with it. Veras gave me another pot of old duck soup. Now I finally felt calm and no longer had such worldly desires.

Even if you see a few uninvited guests appearing openly at your dining table, eating and drinking, because...

Hiccup~~~

I touched my firm belly and burped because I was full.

However, even though the anger has subsided, the truth still has to be said. Otherwise, these people come here every now and then to eat and drink, and develop a habit. How much will the expenses be this year? How many fish do I have to bake to earn enough to support my family?

The most important thing is that even though they are here, they don’t even carry anything with them, just the things they usually get tired of playing with, such as high-end cars and expensive diamond watches.

Everyone is familiar with me, so I don’t need to be so worldly. Am I the kind of otherworldly person?

In one sentence, if you get into the drama, you will get me into the drama.

With kind intentions, I first targeted the little mermaid. She was the most arrogant today, so I targeted her first.

"Alia." He placed the 13-inch soup pot on the dining table, stacked the two, and compared the small rice bowls in everyone's hands. His momentum immediately rose.

The little mermaid looks delicate at the dining table. She doesn’t eat much, and she hasn’t finished eating the small bowl of rice. No matter how good Veras is or how good she is in cooking, she wields two pans, sparks and lightning. She only likes to eat fruits, and her diet is isolated.

, no idea.

Unlike the evil dragon Lena, who loves big fish and meat, she was already on her seventh bowl, and the two soup pots in front of me were almost shaking and crumbling.

Forget it, let her have the last sacrifice flag.

"Alia, didn't you just come today? Why are you here again? If I had known you were coming again, I wouldn't have left at that time. You might as well have stayed to eat."

I pretended to be polite, but on the surface I felt sorry for her running back and forth, and secretly said that she came too often and sat for too long.

"It doesn't matter." The little mermaid delicately picked up the last struggling rice grain in the bowl, put down the bowl, raised her head and grinned.

"I see there is no fruit at Mr. Wu's house."

"Did you go out specifically to buy fruit? You are obviously a guest, how can you be so embarrassed?" I was shocked, this little mermaid had realized what she was doing? As soon as I finished complaining, she knew to prepare her own dry food?

"No, I'm waiting for Mr. Wu to add, so why don't you come and take a look again?" As she said that, the little mermaid was not polite and went straight to the fresh-keeping room where the fruits were stored.

"No, I've finished eating. I didn't have time to replenish it." I shouted loudly. Look, this little mermaid can eat a lot. The ordinary refrigerator is not enough. It needs an ice room. Ordinary people can afford it.

?

Look at Veras again. She can carry ten or eight large watermelons on her shoulders. On the other hand, she carries a jackfruit on each of her five fingers. The floor is shaking. There is no trembling in her steps.

, with a stable batch, the ice room can be replenished in one round.

The women on the border don't even use tractors to cultivate the land. Each person has a hoe and can farm hundreds of acres a day. The only people who can compare with them are probably the eight-hundred-mile sharpshooters in the Anti-Japanese War Zone.

The topic has gone off topic. Anyway, after seeing the little mermaid's banditry, I made a difficult decision. Now, immediately, I will order a hundred boxes of lemons. From now on, our family will only eat lemons. It will kill you.

I don’t believe it. Could she still bring her own honey?!

"Mr. Wu may not know it clearly, but I have seen it all." The joy and satisfaction of the little mermaid came from the fresh food room.

"Vilas drove a minivan and went to replenish it."

Oh no, Vilas can still drive?

Oh no, we have a minivan?

Oh no, you saw it all?

Are you afraid that you are not an experienced grass driver in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds?

There were so many flaws that I didn’t know which one to choose, so I could only open my mouth and keep talking.

Forget it, the enemy's armor is too thick, divert the firepower!

"Dia." I continued to look kindly, but my eyelids were a little trembling.

"When did you come and why didn't you say hello?"

"It's okay. Fanfan doesn't have to be polite. I came when I wanted to. This place is just like my home."

Rather than tasting the delicacies on the table, the little girl was more like a thief, secretly wondering how to make this dish or that dish, so she responded a little absent-mindedly.

If she didn't prepare some weird dishes, her cooking skills would actually be quite good. After all, she had lived in a small desert village isolated from the world since she was a child, and supplies were scarce. Even the noble princess would not be able to pamper her.

Of course, Ben Zina's cooking skills are even better. I'm very curious about this. I haven't witnessed her childhood experience. How can a sickly girl who can't even leave the house practice good cooking skills?

Is it all based on imagination?

It seems that it is not impossible. I have personally experienced her ability to make up for the loss of her virginity. The look on her face is really lifelike.

But now I don't want to complain about this. I just hope that the little girl can be polite and don't treat this place as her real home. She can come and go as she pleases. She has to perform a full set of acting and keep her mouth shut. Give this illusion a little face.

Perhaps my resentment was conveyed to the little girl. She finally put down her tasting, raised her head, smiled brightly at me, and explained her purpose.

"I heard that there is another guest at Fanfan's house, so I wanted to come over and have a look."

Jeluka has just arrived. Who did you listen to? Did your oil field tell you?

For a moment, I fell into the panic and suspicion of The Truman World. In this neighborhood, on the same street, except for Linya’s family next door, are they all normal people? They can’t be some strange spies or intelligence agents, right?

!

Right?! Right?!

Life will never let me down? Deceive me?!

There is also the word "you", which is very essential. I turned away my eyes and buried myself in the hard work. I looked like a little fox with an attitude that it had nothing to do with me. I hope she would be more eye-catching and not like a little ghost. She should learn to spread her wings when she is young.

Fly, the colorful world outside is so interesting, and the big bed in a five-star hotel is even more relaxing.

Little Sarah, who was lying on the gun, seemed to be shivering in the corner, trying hard to eliminate her own sense of existence, uh...I didn't tell you, feel safe.

At this point, I can no longer be arrogant, so I can only turn my finger on the last evil dragon, Lena. You are the only one who is a stupid dog. It is best to bully someone. Come here, get my nine-ring sword and prepare it.

Sacrifice flag.

As soon as her mouth opened, the evil dragon Reina slapped her little hand on the table while eating, and moved it, revealing a shiny bunch of keys, which I gave her just now.

"Is something wrong?" His eyes were raised, full of arrogance and scorn.

"No...no, you eat, please continue."

I suddenly understood that she was no longer the evil dragon Lena in reality who only had a powerful mouth. She had taken the role of a domineering female president!

When can a man stand up? He's so cold!

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, come here and have a few words with you."

At this time, I was holding big watermelons, grapes, bananas, persimmons, tangerines, mangoes, green dates, strawberries, cherries...

Wait, is there a fourth-dimensional space hidden in your arms?!

In short, Elijah came out of the fresh-keeping room with a large amount of fruit in her arms, and she actually extended her hand to me as an invitation.

Sometimes it is difficult for you to understand the imagination of some screenwriters and writers, whether it is Resident Evil or the Thousand-Armed Guanyin per capita.

As soon as my butt lifted off the stool, I heard the sound of the bowl falling neatly, and...

"I'm full." Several of them wiped their mouths and stood up in unison.

I won’t name them, to give them some face.

Elijah and I came to a corner of the living room, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and sat down on a small double coffee table. They also sat around, drinking tea, playing with their mobile phones, or playing with the TV remote control, playing with the

Created a dragon gate formation with ambush from all sides.

I just don’t understand. Why are you all crowded into a corner in a living room that can accommodate thirty or fifty people? Is this place high in carbon content?

He exchanged a helpless look with Ariya, saying that he couldn't go to the room, although it wasn't impossible.

Mainly because I'm afraid they will tear down the wall!

At this time, I finally recalled the long-lost ancient skills.

A sketch of the Hell Fighting Bear that has nothing wrong with it except being environmentally unfriendly.

I picked up a pen and paper and clicked on it. Elijah nodded understandingly, and we quickly became pen pals.

[To be honest, why are you here again? This is not like your style.]

[The main reason was that I was worried about Jeluka. Now it seems that I was overly worried. She adapted very quickly, which she shouldn’t have given her personality. I was surprised.]

I curled my lips, not only did I adapt quickly, I already considered this place my home.

You are the same!

"Hey, you are so sneaky and sneaky. What are you talking about? What shameful things are you saying?" The irritable evil dragon Lena couldn't stand it anymore and moved a small stool to the small coffee table. Pen pal

It quickly became a group friend group.

"I just have something to say to you, you stinky fish." Seeing that we remained silent, the little female dragon went her own way and turned on the random entry mode.

"Tell me the truth, why are you putting people here?"

The little female dragon had a serious expression on her face, as if she was facing a chess board. She and Elijah were each other's chess players, and now the other party suddenly showed no martial ethics and just put a rook on the chess board!
To be continued...