After Becoming a Little Sister

No, if it is possible, I would like to say that you have a serious physical problem, let Auntie and I grow up healthily.

She pushed her glasses back, and the lenses reflected a sharp white light like a mad scientist.

It's a pity that on the opposite side of her, behind Alia, whether it's Baili, Miss Liaison Officer, or Lianhua, they are all squinting and staring at her who has turned on the scholar mode, as long as she dares to be a mad scientist. Just go straight to clean up the appearance of the portal.

The mad scientist pondered for a few seconds, then pushed his glasses again, and his expression became kind: "But you still have to pay attention to rest, and pay attention to supplementing high-quality protein in your diet. Otherwise, there is no problem."

Only then did Baili and the liaison officer smile gently towards their colleagues, and then they looked at each other, as if they had sensed the overlap between each other's attributes and their own settings, with a look of sympathy for each other.

Lianhua also closed her eyes, retracted the cold eyes of the black lotus, and returned to the normal white lotus.

Black Lotus did not express any objection to this move of crossing the river and demolishing bridges. The current situation of the two personalities of Lotus is complicated. Originally, Black Lotus would most likely come out to activities when Alia was unable to move, but recently it seems to be suppressed by White Lotus. Powerful, he has become a tool personality on call.

Except for some bloody scenes that she didn't want to see, in most situations where Lianhua felt that she had no deterrent power, she would switch to the other party to save the scene. However, she herself seemed unwilling to delve into the inner nature of the two personalities, with a vaguely suspicious face. Even Aliya couldn't say anything about the state of being aware of it but half understanding it and unwilling to understand it.

Regardless of her, it doesn't matter whether it is a black lotus or a white lotus, as long as it is big enough, it is a good lotus.

Isn't it good to increase the quantity without increasing the price?

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"not good!"

Dong Guanzhu put his hands on his hips: "Do you think it's a supermarket that buys cucumbers? Buy one and get one free, go and go, go and go, you are my daughter, why do you call others mother..."

Dong Guanzhu was upset, very upset.

It's my own business to be a dog licker. If I lick enough girls, then the goddess will become a backup.

But she has only one daughter, and only one pair of parents, so she can't shout about it—she is afraid that her master and sister will settle accounts with her.

It took a lot of luck before to smash the red sandalwood washboard at home, but the sister of the master touched a stainless steel one in a blink of an eye. The soft and fragrant master sister was sleeping, and went to a place like Nanbang where no shit was a thing to join in the fun.

Even if he, Ai Rulong, gives money—cough...

In fact, she doesn't care about money or not. Dongguan is not short of money, and she is not short of herself. She mainly wants to do something meaningful for everyone.

In addition, the child Aliya looks like a red-lighted, purple-ridden rich and noble fate. She has a good relationship for the future, for example, introducing her daughter to each other, and the little girls make an appointment with each other. What.

My daughter never cares about money or not when making friends, she only cares about her character.

The noble lady changed into a pale plum-colored palace attire, and did not speak, just lying on the chair with her eyes closed and resting her mind, letting the master chatter away.

Xiaoyeye rolled her eyes, and said to herself, if it weren't for you, a father, who was causing romantic debts everywhere, why would I call my mother everywhere?

And to put it bluntly, if you hadn't been coaxed by yourself, you would have been divided into fifths by these mothers—maybe more.

She once suspected that her mother was able to practice kung fu to such an extent that she was forced out by those girls who were provoked. For example, her master and those aunts were the main force, but compared to the mothers outside, at least Those aunts in Dongguan are all sharp-mouthed and tofu-hearted.

Suxin Sword Formation and they form a five-on-one formation. In the era of cold weapons, they can even trap opponents several times their size to death. It is a martial arts skill evolved from the original army formation, but they are born but they can't hold the Wu Mu of Dong Guanzhu alone. Mace, whether behind this is the loss of morality or the contribution of two or five boys, there is almost no need to discuss more.

Xiao Yeye looked around and said to my mother, you should be more careful, no one can help you right now!

She ignored Dong Guanzhu, and squatted halfway in front of the lady: "Mom, then I'm going to work. There are some materials to be handed over to Gyeongbokgung Palace. You should take a good rest and leave the rest to us."

The lady opened her eyes and touched her head, her rouge tiger eyes flickered coldly: "Go ahead, if they are not convinced, call me over to help, it just so happens that I am so angry that I can't express it, I can't hold back uncomfortable."

"Ah, this..." Xiao Yeye smiled and nodded: "Next time, next time I will—"

As she said that, she sneakily stuffed a bag to Dong Guanzhu, and hurriedly slipped away.

Without knowing why, Dong Guanzhu took out the things in the bag, looked at them, sniffed them, licked them, and finally opened them: "Flower cakes?"

And it's still warm, Nanbang still has this thing?

Casually stuffing the flower cake in his hand into his mouth, Dong Guanzhu smacked his lips, as if thinking of something: "Why does this taste so familiar... Have I eaten this stuff before? Hmm... There's too much sugar, it's a bit greasy to eat."

For things like flower cakes, the Yunnan Province of the Republic is the best. She wandered around her old friends in her mind, but she didn't think of any Ji You who were there now.

The last one who stayed there for a while, in her impression was still the plump Taoist nun Wan Guizhen, who was said to be sketching and painting there.

But you can ask that boundary marker to draw the little lady who is a paper figure, let her make snacks, it would be better to just blow up the kitchen.

Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, just like the two-dimensional paper figurines, Boundary Monument Wan Guizhen is also a free-spirited master, but cooking is her weakness, and she can't do it like high mathematics False, no or no.

Back then in Zixiao Palace, it was said that when she was on duty to cook in the kitchen, one of the dignified Zhenwu Zixiao Palace had weak legs. Later, she was simply not allowed to work, and she was replaced by all the days she was on duty. up.

I don't know if it's her skills or the real thing, anyway, Zixiao Palace has not allowed her to go back for so many years, and there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that it is because her cooking will kill people.

Dong Guanzhu didn't believe it at the beginning, after all, not believing rumors and not spreading rumors is one of the good qualities of Twolegs.

She even graciously lent Dongguan's kitchen to old friend Ji, letting her justify herself--what are you afraid of for a mere meal?

The final result was that Dong Guanzhu was sent to the hospital with his job in hand...

Later, she felt that it wasn't that there was something wrong with the plump Taoist nun's cooking skills, but that there was something wrong with the mushrooms she picked.

It may also be that the mushrooms picked by the other party were not cooked, it was related to the heat, so the two carefully re-screened the mushrooms, cooked the remaining ingredients carefully, and made sure that they were cooked this time, no There will be problems.

Then I went to the hospital again...

From then on, Master Dong Guan didn't eat the good things that Taoist Feng Yu made. Even the two of them sat on the roof to barbecue together. She would rather cook for the other party than let the other party touch the ingredients.

She can make problems with the most basic ingredients!

Back then when she made a salt-baked chicken, there was only chicken and salt, so she thought that this could not be a mistake, right?

As a result, the plump Taoist had a whim, and used the method of beggar's chicken to cover several layers of salt, and stuffed the rest into the stomach of the chicken, saying that it would be more delicious.

The taste is delicious, just a mouthful of salt, the chicken is a bit small, people suspect that it was taught by the chef who made steamed buns in the cafeteria...

Master Dong Guan was recalling his old friend Ji while eating the flower cake, talking about such and such things, and the inside and outside of the words were either someone else or someone else. After talking for a while, only one of the flower cakes remained, and then remembered lady.

"Do you want to eat?" Dong Guanzhu brought the last cake to her mouth: "I remembered the stalk of feeding the young master to eat the cake... Wait a minute, which stalk is this?"

Rubbing his chin, Dong Guanzhu squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, I can't remember, I have always had weird dreams during this time, without you in the dream, the world is pretty much the same , the days are dull and meaningless..."

The noble lady had blue veins on her forehead, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down: "Take it away."

"Don't you want to eat some? Although the craftsmanship is average, it is still edible."

"...The craftsmanship is average, why do you still eat so much?" The lady opened her eyes and stared at her dissatisfied, she didn't know whether it was out of shame or out of anger: "Anyway, you don't care about staying here, Just leave, talk too much!"

"Although the craftsmanship is average, but I don't know why, I just feel like I can't eat enough." Dong Guanzhu stuffed the last cake in his mouth and bit half of it: "It seems like I ate it somewhere, but it was a long time ago. I can't get up..."

"... Jiangnan."

"what?"

"nothing--"

"Oh! I remembered!" Dong Guanzhu was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized, and slapped his thigh: "I ate at your house! Hey, let me tell you! When you invited us to watch the ceremony when you were selecting a new celestial master, I I remember that I tasted this taste at your house! At that time, I also said that the pastry chef in your family is not skilled enough, this sugar is simply a lethal dose..."

"go away!"

"But then I guessed that you probably made it, so even if it's terribly sweet, I still can't bear to eat it." Dong Guan's gaze lowered, and he looked at the lady: "Jiangnan is good, the scenery is familiar— —”

The lady looked away in a little panic, her cheeks were blushing, and she whispered something to whom she didn't know who to hear: "It's good to be in Jiangnan all day long, and it's good not to see each other..."

"Do you want to eat?" Dong Guanzhu handed over the half cake.

The noble lady wanted to snatch it away, but unexpectedly Master Dong pulled back the flower cake that was placed in front of her face, and his own face followed her and pecked her lips.

"you--"

"Flower cakes are delicious, but your rouge is even better."

"..."

"The rain is thick across the bamboo curtain, and Wang Ji is drunk—" Dong Guanzhu leaned close to her ear and blew on her earlobe: "Carmine~"

The lady bit her lip, and took a deep look at Dong Guanzhu's face: "If you turn around and leave, then forget it, but why bother to tease me again?"

"Who knows, there is no need for a reason for things like feelings." Dong Guanzhu stuffed the half piece of flower cake into his mouth: "My rouge is also delicious, do you want to try it? Flower cake flavor Oh, it's sweet~"

"..."

The shadows illuminated by the sunlight outside the window stretched to the ground, and finally stuck together.

The afternoon sun outside the window shyly hides behind the clouds, not daring to take a closer look.

That's all, that's all - the lady closed her eyes and smudged her cheeks.

Although she teased herself, why wasn't she willing to be trampled on?

Faint pillow marks leave a jade face, greasy clouds slant and hairpin swallows, distant dreams rejoice for no reason and disperse.

The rouge dripped down with tears, the yellow of the bee was broken, and the face of the emerald green girl was straightened. There is no limit to the love of a heart...

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"You, you, I really don't know what to say about you. Are you the Mount Everest of the LSP world? Are you so hungry?"

The plump Taoist nun looked at the khaki-colored sister Yu, heartbroken, and hated iron and steel in both words and deeds.

"...I didn't do anything right!" The khaki-colored sister Yu couldn't laugh or cry, and raised her hands in a gesture of surrender: "How do I know she's a woman?"

"Crap, you, it's okay if you don't see it, why don't you say you are a man?" Fengyu Taoist rolled her eyes: "The chief of the Chungcheongnam-do branch, the spokesperson of the local shaman forces in Nanbang, is not a woman Can it still be a man? How many witches have you seen that are men?"

The khaki-colored sister Yu touched her nose, and looked a little embarrassed at the woman in front of her who was covering her chest with her hands and was dying of shame and anger.

"You still smell it! You still smell it—do you want to say that she is wearing a bellyband so you can recollect it!" The plump Taoist nun was shocked: "You are such a person! I misread you! I just thought It’s enough for this Blue Star to have a beast like Dong Guanzhu, but I didn’t expect you to be too!”

The khaki-colored sister Yu put down her hand and sighed: "This is a mask all made of coir raincoats. Who can tell whether it is a steel ring or a tube top..."

The chief of the South Chungcheong branch of Gyeongbokgung Palace appeared in Busan, which was unexpected but reasonable.

The khaki-colored sister just took the action order and went to the Busan headquarters of the five chaebols for a walk, and took out some of their materials, but was stopped by someone when she turned her head. These girls have a neutral voice. , even Zhuang, a master of disguise, couldn't tell that something was wrong. It wasn't until Heihu broke the opponent's defense for thirteen consecutive times, and beat the opponent to tears in a daze, that he realized that it was a woman.

And he's not very old, probably less than thirty, which is exactly the gap between a female junior holding a golden brick.

The last one was so... flat, he could only think of his best friend Ai Xiaoxian. Even if he wasn't pretending, his pectoralis major muscles were a bit more exaggerated than the two of them. I really don't know what went wrong.

The plump Taoist appeared on the way. She seemed to know that the head of the Chungcheongnam-do branch was coming, and she was going to intercept her. She squatted on the wall the whole time and witnessed the khaki-colored beast. It is a relish—of course, after reading it, I will come down and act as an envoy of justice.

The current dark world of Busan has completely become the territory of the Ninth Bureau. Chief Li Shunchen, after entering Gwanghwamun, knew that he hadn't come out yet, and he didn't know what he was doing, which made the big city of Nanbang a vacuum.

If Bureau Nine hadn't voluntarily helped the neighbors to maintain the law and order of the dark world, I don't know how many strange people would appear. The Eastern European branch of the Gate of Reality came here with nuclear submarines, and what other moths are there? Dare?

The chief of the South Chungcheong Province came here because he wanted to gather the scattered people. He belonged to the King of Bingqin who initiated the initiative—she was originally a grassroots faction, but now it seems that she is so powerful, most of them are hidden officials The faction is loyal, and the chaos will continue, and the sense of justice explodes.

The plump Taoist also didn't intend to beat her to death on the spot, otherwise she would just blow the opponent's dog's head like she was facing the Busan radical, and why would she come out to condemn the khaki-colored sister's behavior—even worse She has seen a lot of what she did. Does such a trivial matter require her to sing the white face?

Back in the day, a good friend of mine who didn’t want to be named used a glass of cold water to deceive others, saying that the glass of water was drugged by a villain, and she had to give in when the other party took the initiative before revealing the truth and saying that it was nothing. Medicine, there is no such powerful medicine.