Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Children's attention is always easier to divert. After Dansha rubbed a long strip of dough and insisted that he was still wrapped around Wu Cong's wrist, he remembered that he had been moved into the house and hadn't moved. To express the box, I jumped off the ladder and ran to unpack the box to play.

Wu Cong shook his head helplessly, tore off the sticky strips on his wrists that were mixed with some mysterious colors, and quickly destroyed the corpse before the little girl came back. After all, it was glutinous rice for making dumplings. The balls can't stand the kneading and kneading of cinnabar.He could hear the little girl in the next room screaming and fighting against the box. Fortunately, the items sent were not dangerous, and it didn't matter if she was allowed to play with them.

Sighing, he lowered his head and pulled a small piece of dough and kneaded it into pieces. There are two kinds of fillings prepared, red bean paste and jujube paste. Put some plums, a little sour, the stuffing is wrapped into the dough, the slender fingers like jade closed the mouth nimbly, rolled gently in the palm of the hand, and formed into walnut-sized round balls, one by one. There will be four or five rows of delicate and round dumplings that are as white as suet.

Wu Cong wiped his hands and took a sip of saliva. He looked at the fruits of his labor, and deeply reflected on whether he was too idle. That's not the case, but thinking about Baihu who was so bored that he had to count the bear biscuits one by one before eating them in odd and even numbers, he tore off a small ball of dough with peace of mind.

If you live too long, you will get bored easily. It would be nice to have some hobbies, so why pick and choose.

When Wu Cong wrapped the seventh row of dumplings, Dansha next door finally finished fighting with the express box, and ran out to find Wu Cong with the innermost thing that had been tightly wrapped seven or eight layers, "Alang, what is this? "She tugged at the corner of Wu Cong's clothes, and held up the things in her hands to Wu Cong.

It was a rock that looked quite like crystal, about the size of a cinnabar fist, without any carving, and still maintained the round but irregular appearance when it was excavated. The bright streamer reflected the sunlight shining inside, and the surface had natural The magnificent cloud patterns formed reflect the internal brilliance into more brilliant colors.

Wu Cong glanced down, and said with a smile, "This is a fate-finding stone, sent by your Uncle Taotie."

"Then what is the edge stone?" Dansha asked again.

Wu Cong kept his hands on his hands, "Go and check in the study by yourself, I can't tell you everything."

"Oh..." Dan Sha curled her lips, carefully tiptoed to put the edge stone on the table, then turned around and ran into the study in a hurry. Not long after, she opened the door and poked her head out, asking Wu Cong for details. What are the words.

Wu Cong wrapped a lot of dumplings, and kept some to eat at night after wrapping, and let the rest dry out a little. Just cook a little after cooking, and it can also cope with Dansha's picky eater.

At four or five o'clock, the water dumplings were boiled in the pot, Wu Cong took a look at the movement at Dansha, the little girl was competing with the obscure classics in the study with a dictionary in one hand and a book in the other, she was very peaceful.

After thinking for a while, he took a little peek at the movement next door. The next door was very quiet, and he could only hear the even breathing of his tenant. It is indeed easy to lose energy when haunted by nightmares. It is no wonder that Mr. Hotch's face is blue and white, and the dark circles under his eyes can hang From the chin to the chin, he looked like he met a vixen.

"Ah Lang! I found it!" Dansha ran out of the study with a book in hand, and shouted happily, "It's the same thing as the big stone that changes color in the old ghost uncle's house, right?"

"It's so smart." Wu Cong rubbed her hair, and scooped up an extra sweetened bean paste dumpling as a reward for her.

The predestined stones are tested for ghost predestined relationship. People with good predestined relationship with ghosts are more likely to encounter supernatural events than ordinary people, and are more likely to be regarded as good objects of possession by various ghosts and gods. Ghost Fate is equivalent to hugging a thick golden thigh, as long as the aptitude is not too outrageous, all sects are willing to grab it.

The more shameless ones, such as old ghosts, simply built a "high-tech" rockery that changes color with edge stones in the children's playground, squatting in it to see which child has a ghost fate and can be his apprentice-and often Huyou Dansha went there pretending to be his niece.

As for what Wu Cong wanted this for... He pinched the edge-finding stone and broke off a small piece - after all, it was just a stone, Wu Cong didn't have much effort to break it off, and then embedded the small piece as a decoration On the bowl at home, the wooden bowl itself was intricately inlaid with mother-of-pearl, and it was inconspicuous even with a small piece of decoration. Wu Cong scooped a dozen from the cooked dumplings into the bowl, and went out to send it to the next door.

Hotch fell into an unusually deep and comfortable sleep. When he woke up, he was a little dazed. He sat hugging the quilt for a few seconds before fully waking up. The wall clock on the wall told him that it was almost six o'clock. , his stomach growled twice to show his presence, rubbed his face and got off the bed to get dressed, Hotch opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat.

Hmm... Although the stock of vegetables and meat was fairly complete, in the end Hotch chose a box of instant macaroni for his dinner.

You only need to add some water and cheese powder and turn it in the microwave for a while to eat. It can't be more convenient for single men who are too lazy to start a fire and don't want to wash dishes.

Well, it doesn't taste that great.

At this time, it fully showed how great the image of the landlord holding a bowl of steaming gnocchi to see him is.

"Accidentally made a little more, please try it if you don't mind it." Wu Cong smiled and handed the bowl over, "Be careful it's hot."

"Uh...thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Wu." For Hotch, it's not the first time he was fed by the landlord next door, but the ones who came to deliver food in the past were lively and lovely little girls with cinnabar, It was the first time for Wu Cong to come in person.

"It's not something expensive, so why be polite." Wu Cong waved his hand, looked at the strangely colored decorations on the wooden bowl, and smiled calmly.

That is to say, but Hotch is not a character who can eat and drink for free all the time, so in the end Wu Cong was forced into a box of chocolates by him, produced by BAU's Computer Queen, which is full of girlish heart from packaging to shape.

For a moment, Wu Cong wondered if he had taken the chocolate that a girl gave Hotch on Valentine's Day.

Forget it, anyway, Dansha loves to eat it.

Little girls love all things sweet.

Hotch put the bowl on the table, inspected the translucent, round and cute gnocchi in the wooden bowl, and compared them with the macaroni that were too hot and turned into lumps, without hesitation He tossed the freshly warmed macaroni into the trash can.

By the way, I once again confirmed the idea that even if my landlord is not an ordinary human being, he is still a good person.

The gnocchi is soft and waxy in the mouth, the outer skin is flexible and the inner filling is soft. The first thing I ate was the sweet bean paste. Wu Cong made it not very sweet, emphasizing the earthy aroma of the beans themselves, bringing out an unusually solid and warm feeling of fullness , I ate two gnocchi filled with red bean paste in succession, and Hotch felt the difference as soon as I took the third one. I deliberately left grainy jujube paste mixed with finely twisted prunes, plus a little bit of fragrant finely chopped walnuts. Sour and sweet are intertwined, but it is more refreshing than bean paste. Even if you eat a hot stomach in this kind of hot weather, you will not feel dry.

Halfway through eating, I received a call from Rossi, concerned about his health.

In the evening, Wu Cong wanted to eat some glutinous rice balls. He didn't care about his appetite. He just tasted a little bit of what he ate. If he didn't have to raise a gluttonous little guy like Dansha, he probably would have eaten with those old friends. In the same way, it can't be fired once in ten or eight years.

"Is Ah Lang very happy?" Dansha asked vaguely while biting the spoon, her eyes fixed on the cartoon on TV.

Wu Cong smiled and didn't answer her, took out his mobile phone and gave the courier a five-star praise.

Jifu specializes in impermanent express delivery, and the mission will reach the eighteenth floor of hell, your first choice.

Don't be surprised, there are still several years before the popularization of smart phones, but for the Jiuyou Difu, which has basically laid out a local area network in the Ming Dynasty-even if it wasn't called that name at the time, it didn't even have a signal to the mobile phone in Yangfu. It can't be called difficult.

Are you happy? It's not really a big deal, it's just to verify what is already a sure thing.

Having been with Wu Cong for so many years, Dansha is very familiar with his various emotions. Seeing that he just smiled and didn't speak, he curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions. At the same time, he couldn't help but slander a few words.

The corners of the mouth are so high and you still say you are not happy, hum!

After eating, Dansha has to attend classes, but he does not learn from Wu Cong. Wu Cong is a talented player before and after his death. If you want him to draw a talisman and cast a spell easily, but if you want him to be a teacher, it will be embarrassing for the old zongzi , It is a typical ability to learn and not to teach. The two clans are different after all. Dansha was trained with the goal of getting rid of the python body and transforming into a dragon. Like Wu Cong, who has a special bloodline, no matter how much he cultivates, he will go to the underworld. Really can't make any constructive comments.

So better leave it to the professionals.

Thinking of this, Wu Cong let go of Dansha's education problem with peace of mind. He just took two apples, cut them into pieces, cored them and made them into bunny shapes, put them on toothpicks and used them as snacks for Dansha, then turned on the TV and lay down on the sofa while drinking While watching TV series, the United States can receive a lot of signals from foreign stations that China cannot receive. British wizards adapted a TV series about wizard wars, from the establishment of Hogwarts in the Middle Ages to two generations of Dark Lords. Over 200 episodes have the style of a long romance drama for vampires, and only the idle old rice dumpling like Wu Cong is interested in watching it.

Pour a glass of wine, and lazily pour it on the sofa cushions, um, today it's time for a generation of Dark Lords to bomb the school.