Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

Ming Liu has never raised living things.

Hmm... He has never kept flowers, plants, or cats and dogs. Maybe the only thing that can be kept is the ubiquitous bacteria, viruses, and mites.

Ming Liu recalled that he had read books on raising pets somewhere, saying that he needed enough space so that he would not be depressed.

He is not worried about this. The residence here is a small two-story bungalow, which is not too big, but there are two guest rooms, a master bedroom, and a small garden outside.One of the guest rooms is decorated in a Japanese style and has a closet, and the other is in the Western style that Mingliu likes.The master bedroom is even bigger, and a large bed that can accommodate four people lying flat is specially selected and placed there. There is almost nothing in the room except the bed.

This room was bought casually when I came to the earth to settle down. It is definitely spacious enough for two people to live in.

Ming Liu didn't count how much money he had left, it was hard for one person to spend it all.

Generally speaking, his work is similar to that of Yinshi and theirs, and he is more serious than them. When he has something to do, he goes out to work and gets a little pay.

Living alone and not needing much money, I saved a lot without knowing it.

But it's different now, Fei Jia has to be supported.

When Mingliu was alone, he could eat whatever he wanted, and he could eat a bucket of pickled vegetables with rice.But Fei Jia was different. He seemed to be the kind who needed to be nourished.His complexion is often so bad, if he doesn't eat well, sleep well, or gets sick, wouldn't it cost more money?

Pushing open the door of his own house, Ming Liu ran all the way to the bedroom, lifted the entire bed board with one hand, and dragged out a box from it.

Gently put down the bed again, and went to look for Fei Jia with the box in one hand.

"Dangdangdangdang~"

Ming Liu threw the box to him.

"I'm not very good at cooking. These are the food expenses for the future. It's also good to order takeaway."

"...Thank you, Mr. Mingliu." Fei Jia didn't have any sense of surprise on his face, and even felt a little pained, "But...you should take this back first..."

"Oh..." Ming Liu was stunned for a moment before realizing that the box was too heavy for him, and the fingertips holding the box were turning white.

[Fyodor and I are different people. 】

He emphasized it again in his heart.

He couldn't tell exactly what was different, but people like Mingliu's, even if they were hit on the ground with their heads upside down and their foreheads were hit by Kunai, they were still healthy and healthy, and there would be nothing laughing or joking.For most people, it seems that nothing will happen if they are sent flying into the sky...

But Fei Jia was different, he would be hurt in a real way, as fragile as a cardboard man.

It may be that the painting style is different, after all, this is often a funny manga.

Fyodor's purple-red eyes are a bit like non-mechanical reflective objects, there is nothing there, even when his waist is twisted, his face is calm, and he is too beautiful.

It can be seen that his style of painting is really different from here.

"Ah...I'm sorry." Ming Liu bowed his head and apologized, "I never thought that Fei Jia would not be able to carry the box."

The box was thrown to the ground, and the wooden hollow floor made an unpleasant creaking sound and showed signs of denting.

"What should I do if my waist is sprained?" He stretched out his hand, "I only know how to set the bones...... I don't have any plaster for sprains at home."

Fyodor looked at Mingliu's hands with a little surprise, as if the fingers of those hands would break his bones.

Although it does break his bones easily.

Seeing that Fei Jia was very resistant, Ming Liu had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, using bamboo boards and bandages to fix him up simply, and then let him sit on the sofa.

"Kind of like a bandage."

There were many layers of heavy bandages, and because of the fixing of the bamboo board, Fei Jia could only sit upright now, which effectively cured his hunchback.

Silly.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

"Maybe it's work." Ming Liu said, "Fei Jia, please sit down for a while."

He had few friends, and most of the people who came to him were asking him to do something.

Probably the same this time.

"Hello--"

Ming Liu opened the door, and a man who could really be called a bandage man fell forward in his arms.

...?

The author has something to say: Three bedrooms, three characters are not outrageous.

After all, it is impossible not to write about Dazai.

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