After pulling Lao Gong out of the sea,

The beautiful pulp is sealed in yellowish sugar water, which looks very attractive. This is a gift He received on the way to the church.

The only thing in this world that can make him feel sweet is the person in front of him.So He likes sweets, but? In terms of his taste, there is no difference between the pulp in the can and the glass bottle containing the pulp.

He swallowed his saliva, remembered something, and looked straight at Wen Zening.

Wen Zening blushed when he looked at him with some misty eyes. He didn't answer his question, turned his head slightly, and directly helped the "drunk" guy up. By the way, he also thanked Pastor Hanks.

"It's really troublesome for you. Fortunately, you are still willing to take him in."

Pastor Hanks smiled, accepted Wen Zening's thanks frankly, and said that if possible, he hoped to help him find some more glassware.

"This is a reward for thanking you for your help in finding it, but I still want to ask you for help to buy some more glassware. This is the pattern, if you can still find it, that's great."

"I know that the fog is starting to recede now, but these styles of glassware need to be customized, but I don't have any channels to contact the merchants who sell them."

Wen Zening feels that this reason is a little bit reluctant. After all, as a saint, Pastor Hanks has immunity in many places, and can go in and out of many places that ordinary people cannot reach.

Maybe Reverend Hanks is a dedicated fellow of the Holy Order who lacks a basic desire for all earthly intercourse.

Wen Zening didn't get too entangled in this matter, anyway? Hanks' remuneration will not be less? Yes, he even gave the full amount. After he agreed, he took "Bo Rong" and left the church. At the first step, Wen Zening could feel a burst of relief for no reason.

By the way? He patted his cheek again, and asked how long he would continue to pretend.

Wen Zening's desire to be next to Wen Zening was exposed, and he was not embarrassed.He generously took out a canned yellow apple from his bosom, took out a fork from nowhere, poked it into the sugar water, fished out a piece of fragrant and sweet apple pulp, and handed it to Wen Zening's mouth side.

"Teacher, do you eat?"

The sugar water touched Wen Zening's lips. He watched his rosy lips get wet, revealing a seductive color under the sun. For a while, he couldn't control his hands, and shook them a little.

But he quickly calmed down again, ate the flesh just now, and took another piece with a smile.

"It's very sweet, don't you really want to eat it?"

With sugar water on his lips, Wen Zening subconsciously licked it. He was stunned, and stuffed the pulp into his mouth again.

He doesn't know whether the flesh with a lot of sugar is sweet or not, but He is really hungry.The stomach is empty, and the hunger strikes. He wants to take a bite of Ningning, wants to...

Wen Zening was asked several times by him with canned apples, but he couldn't eat it. He was a little angry for no reason. He didn't want to be teased by him again, so he turned around and left.

The two returned to the old house one day after another, and the old servant Wen Da was counting and saluting the carriage going back to Gondwana City.

The car was destroyed, and before Wen Zening could afford to buy a new car, Wen Da took two horses from the ranch and asked a carpenter to build the next car.The overall shape has the taste of a traditional carriage, but it is simple and beautiful. I have to say that the old servant of the Wen family still has a good aesthetic.

The plan was to set off tomorrow, and we would spend another night tonight. When Wen Da saw the young master come back, he couldn't help rambling a few words.

"Master, you must take good care of yourself."

"You also have to take good care of the young master. Otherwise, you can take the general guide with you. I can feel relieved if you have him to take care of you."

"Young master, you have settled down there, you still have to remember to come back."

Speaking of this, Wen Da couldn't help but choked up, his eyes were still glistening.The tuxedo, which used to boost energy, was still neat and fast, but it made Wenda look a little older for no reason.

"I'll remember. I'll get someone to send you a letter after I've settled down."

Wen Zening patted the old servant on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's not like we're leaving now."

"When I settle down, you can also come to live in the city."

Wen Da hummed, then shook his head again, rejecting Wen Zening's proposal, and turned his back to continue counting items.

"Master? Don't worry about me."

Wen Da is an elderly person who has anticipated death. His only wish is to die of old age in the place where he has worked all his life.

Wen Zening didn't understand Wenda's wishes, and he didn't know how to read minds. He just felt that Wenda looked a little more lonely, so he pushed "Bo Rong" and asked him to help Wenda.

He was caught off guard by being pushed, and staggered a bit. He was about to fall and hit the porcelain, but when Wen Zening explained the matter, he quickly stood up again.

"Okay."

He quickly agreed, but before going to help, he smiled a little and said to Wen Zening: "Teacher, you said I will help, will I be paid?"

Wen Zening: ...

Wen Zening didn't respond to the unscrupulous monster, so Wen Zening went directly to the study.

Looking around, he actually had a lot of books that he wanted to take away and read, but finding a house in Gondwana that was big enough to store the books in the old house's study room was simply impossible.

During the ten or so days of going home to rest, although there were many things, it was also the most relaxing time for Wen Zening.

A large part of the credit should be attributed to this study.

It would be great if the National University could move the campus.

Wen Zening had a somewhat whimsical idea that the National University moved to be near the old house, so that it wouldn't delay work and would be able to come back from time to time.

Unfortunately, since the founding of the National University, she has not moved her position. No matter how the times change, the National University is always there.From the very beginning of its establishment, it has been the top university in the empire, absorbing the best talents to serve the empire.

Wen Zening found a cardboard box and started packing books for himself.

During this period of time, he studied the manuscript of the strange totem, as well as the Sumerian Bible that records evil gods, which are all great gains from his return this time.It's just that Wen Zening searched the bookshelves, but couldn't find the notebook that recorded all his discoveries when he first summoned the evil god.

After staring at the notebook that he just started using when he came back this time, Wen Zening finally remembered the things he had neglected——

When I woke up in that house in the family courtyard, where did the notebook that was hidden by Him go?

At that time, he returned the notebook to him, but now he searched the study room and it disappeared out of thin air.Wen Zening looked at the number he had recorded in his notebook, and there was indeed one missing. He suddenly panicked, why did he disappear out of thin air again?

The suspect doesn't make other guesses, but why does he care so much?

It is obviously an ordinary notebook.

Wen Zening had doubts in his heart, and when he thought of him, Wen Da sent him over to help carry the boxes.

He was wrapped in the cold air from outside the house, bringing a gust of cold wind.He imitated the appearance of human beings, and gave a sigh of relief to the palm of his hand, then hopped his feet, and asked with a smile: "Ningning, is this going to be moved?"

"Yes." Wen Zening helped him wipe off the snow on his eyelashes.

He is very useful, just like this? Holding a book weighing dozens of catties, sticking to the spot, rubbing Wen Zening's hand again.

"It's almost spring, why is it still so cold?" Wen Zening's face was scorched by him, as if he was touching the edge of the fireplace, it was so cold.Wen Zening wanted to ask him and Pastor Hanks what was going on, but he gave up after thinking about it.

Whether Reverend Hanks is some kind of unknown being doesn't matter.

After all, it seems that Pastor Hanks is not in any danger. Wen Zening thinks that he will pretend to be dizzy in the church. I am afraid that he is not capable enough to defeat Hanks' evidence.

On the contrary, Pastor Hanks graciously did not touch him~

His tentacles were wrapped around Wen Zening's arm, so he could spy on the other party's thoughts and know Wen Zening's misunderstanding. He didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he just echoed Wen Zening's words.

"Yeah, it's such a cold day, Ningning, would you like to try a scarf?"

As he said that, he took out two scarves from his body, with an apologetic face: "It was agreed to be woven quickly, but I didn't expect that weaving scarves would be more convenient if you had more hands. These are the most beautiful two. Already." He also showed Wen Zening a scene where several tentacles knit a scarf together, and the tentacles knotted into knots.

When had Wen Zening seen such a battle before, he burst out laughing.

……

On the last day in the old house, Wen Da prepared a nice dinner.

The old servant said: "It's been a long time since I've cooked in the kitchen formally."

Wen Zening was very happy. The craftsmanship of the old servant Wen Da, even if it was the best cook in Gondwana, might not be comparable.When he is serious, everything from appetizers to main courses to desserts and wine pairings is impeccable.

A few bottles of expensive wine were opened, the simplest steaks were delicately arranged, and the hibiscus leaves and nasturtiums I found from nowhere became decorations on the dinner plate.

After seeing a few of them, he eagerly wanted to learn how to cook with Wen Da. Wen Da generously said, "You have to study hard to serve the young master well."

He doesn't mind Wenda's words, and even thinks from the bottom of his heart that it should be service, and He is happy.

Wen Zening knew that he couldn't persuade Wenda, nor could he persuade him, so he sat peacefully in the dining room, savoring every piece of food seriously.At the beginning, he could still comment on the dishes according to Wen Da's intentions, but after drinking several kinds of table wine together, after several dishes, Wen Zening was already a little dizzy.

"Well, it's delicious, chives are delicious."

"Is this pumpkin soup? Why does it taste like egg custard?"

"Very crispy, are they spring pancakes? Why does it still smell like stinky cheese?"

Wen Zening's fair cheeks were slightly flushed. After the alcohol hit his head, his consciousness was very clear, but he couldn't help his mouth twitching. He tried his best to control himself, but he ran uncontrollably to the side where he was sitting, squeezed in Steak was cut on the side.

"Are you afraid of making noise when cutting again? It's okay, I'll teach you." Wen Zening picked up the knife and fork, and grabbed his hand.

After the drunk man put down the knife and fork, he moved the plate in front of him to his.

When his drunken eyes were hazy, Wen Zening seemed to want to say something, his fingers kept shaking, his mouth opened and closed, and then he threw himself on him and fell asleep.

"Ningning?"

It was the first time he saw Ze Ning drunk, and he felt that Ning Ning on his body smelled like a fragrant steamed cake, and he was afraid of breaking it if he touched it.

The old servant, Wen Da, saw that the two of them were intimate, so they didn’t eat the rest of the dishes? Forget about it, he just walked away with a frown, still muttering in a low voice: "Oh, why? Isn’t he a man? ? If you can give birth to a child for the young master..."

When he heard what Wenda said, he nodded thoughtfully, and he himself would.

Is it because of him that Ningning cuts the steak for himself like this?He felt depressed for no reason.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel: a small biscuit and a bottle of Huichuan Yubei irrigation nutrient solution.