Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"Could you be Fei Jia's older brother..." Ming Liu said what he thought was the most reasonable guess, "Although he never said he had an older brother."

Fyodor's complexion changed wonderfully in this short three seconds. He squatted down slowly, his eyes were parallel to Mingliu, and then covered his face, speechless for a moment.

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This is much more exciting than the drama staged in the theater.Reunion after a long absence, amnesia, the bloody drama of the year.

Especially that this bloody drama would happen to the cold Fyodor.He thought that three seconds of Fyodor's expression could keep him happy for a month.

"Mingliu-kun." Fyodor's voice was muffled and cautious, trying to struggle in the face of the facts, "Are you joking?"

"What are you kidding? Aren't you Fei Jia's elder brother?" Ming Liu lowered his head and thought for a while, "No...it's my father...?"

This question is simply impossible to answer.

"Get up first, aren't you cold?" Fyodor held out his hand to Mingliu, "It's not okay to sit on the carpet all the time."

"Actually, it's not very cold." The man in only a thin Tang suit said, holding Fyodor's hand and borrowing strength to stand up.

The fingertips touched, and the heat was so obvious that it was abnormal.

Fyodor couldn't help sighing.

"Gogol."

"Huh? Is Fei Jia satisfied with this magic trick!"

"I remember that the third drawer in the room on the left has some fever-reducing medicines. Bring me a box." Fyodor asked Mingliu to sit in front of the fireplace and enjoy the fire. "This magic trick is very interesting."

"I like it very much." He boasted without expression at all.

Gogol didn't care. He cheered and took out the antipyretic medicine from his cloak and threw it to Fyodor.

"Fedya doesn't seem to like my presence here, so I'll go first."

Before he completely disappeared from the cloak, there was a weird smile on his face, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and his eyes that were not covered by the mask were bent, maybe he was mocking something.

Only Fyodor and Mingliu who almost fell asleep in front of the warm fireplace were left.

"It will cause trouble once it appears, Mingliu-kun."

"It's just a small cold..." Ming Liu had no strength to speak, and fell into the sofa, and Fyodor covered him with a thick blanket.Suddenly wrapped in warmth, his willpower disintegrated quickly, he closed his eyes, and moved his position to make himself more comfortable.

Fyodor tested the temperature on his forehead, and it was frighteningly hot.Although according to experience, this should be the impact of time travel, the fever will subside within a day at most.But Mingliu walked around in the wind and snow for a while in thin clothes, which made people worry.

"Wake up, take the medicine first."

Ming Liu didn't reply, his expression was serene, motionless.The breathing is also very shallow, so shallow that you can hardly notice it, it may be a habit brought about a long time ago, and you must keep hidden under any circumstances.

Obviously, he was so uncomfortable that he was about to faint.Fyodor sighed again.The pretense was too good, if it wasn't for the abnormal temperature, he wouldn't be able to tell that Ming Liu, who was sitting on the carpet, didn't have the strength to stand up.

"Why don't you find a warm place and wait for the wind and snow to stop?"

Fyodor asked softly.He doesn't have much experience in taking care of people, and he is the leader of an organization anyway, and it's hard to get along with normal people's lives, and the few close people around him don't need him to take care of them.

So he moves carefully.I recalled how to feed medicine to a comatose person, and I was ready to start the actual operation.

When he was about to help the patient up, Ming Liu struggled a bit.

"I... just do it by myself." It was very difficult to say this, my reason was probably on the verge of collapsing, but I was worried about something, and I couldn't fall into a coma with peace of mind.

His physique is much better than that of ordinary people, so he has to suffer more torture.

He swallowed the medicine, took a sip of cold water, and exhaled heavily: "It's so bitter."

He regained a little strength, but he didn't open his eyes, he curled up like a small animal for warmth, probably still feeling cold.Fyodor was going to get another blanket.

"Actually, you shouldn't eat what strangers give you." Ming Liu said suddenly, his voice was weak, almost covered by the crackling of the flames in the fireplace.

This made Fyodor dumbfounded. He didn't know whether to complain about the "stranger" or Mingliu's sometimes vigilance.

"But..." The person huddled under the blanket added the last sentence, "Seeing you, I suddenly feel relieved. Well, I'll go to Fei Jia after I've rested..."

"It's embarrassing for him to see him like this..."

He fell asleep.

Sleeping soundlessly, with his head tilted, he was completely hidden in the blanket, and his black hair was messy, a few strands of which fell across his face, and Fyodor brushed it away.Her cheeks became a little red due to the high heat, but her lips were very light in color, showing abnormal paleness.

Very troublesome.

Either way is troublesome.

......

And it cannot be thrown away like other troubles.

It is really troublesome.

......

"Master Fyodor's temper has improved a lot lately, that's right," the two members of the House of the Dead chatted furtively, touching their necks from time to time, feeling nervous, "I don't know where the courage came from, and You talk about the love life of adults."

"Come on, drink this bottle of vodka."

After drinking alcohol, he instantly became more courageous.

"Master Fyodor has indeed changed a lot." The drunk man hiccupped, "Everyone has seen it, there are indeed more people around him."

"My lord's ideal is so lofty, isn't there many people attracted by him? It's normal for people with supernatural powers that I haven't seen before to appear."

"That's true. But Master Fyodor, as you know, never allows anyone near his study. We all have to be careful not to make noise. But the man is in the study every day, and even plays games in it." , I could hear the sound of the game console inside.”

"That's it, it's really conniving. What if it's a very powerful user? Lord Fyodor is also very indulgent to Lord Gogol. Maybe that person will become our boss soon."

"I don't know about that. I haven't heard of that person using supernatural powers. I haven't even heard of his name at all. Lord Fyodor never sent him to perform missions. It's very mysterious."

Moreover, Master Fyodor always throws away people with supernatural abilities when they are used up.He didn't dare to say this, but continued to drink.

"Tell me, does that person look good?"

"Hmm..." This topic made him feel scared again, "It's not a question of whether it looks good or not. That person doesn't look very old...I didn't expect Master Fyodor to like it... ... so tender."

"Won't it be a minor?"

"It should be an adult. You know, those in East Asia look very young."

"It's actually from Asia."

"Oh, this matter is revealing weirdness, so let's not talk about it." People are duplicity, he drank alcohol, couldn't help but spit out another sentence: "Do you think this is a bit like... ..canaries?"

"It's the kind of canary that is kept in a cage and kept for fun."

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How many steps does it take to raise a Mingliu?

One, prepare enough food, most of which must be sweets.

Mingliu is very satisfied with Russian desserts. I don’t like the kind of desserts that are almost made of sugar.If one day he was sent to the hospital for a blood test, it wouldn't be a surprise that a catty of sugar would come out.

Fyodor pampered him for a few days, but he couldn't take it anymore.

He could only strictly control his daily sugar intake, and all sweets were thrown into a locked cabinet.

Second, prepare something that can be used for his entertainment.

Books are not enough, it is best to chat with him.

Since Fyodor doesn't really want Mingliu to go out, he can only use other means to keep him. You can get as many new game consoles as you want. If it doesn't work, you can give up the top-end computer and play two games .

Mingliu is not very enthusiastic about games, but Fyodor offered him, and he did not refuse, lying on the sofa with the game console in his arms to play, stopping from time to time, trying to steal snacks.

And at that time, you need to chat with him to divert your attention.

Third, reduce his chances of contact with the outside world.

Fyodor didn't mind being guessed.In fact, he is very relaxed about the half-hearted people in the organization. What he puts in his heart is different from the actual work performance he can achieve.

They want to find their own weaknesses, so go find them.

But Fyodor still hates the excessive speculation cast by the outside world on Mingliu.This made him a little irritated. Whether it was the content of the guess or what the guesser wanted to do, it was a steady stream of troubles.

He has heard countless speculations.

No matter which country or era, people's enthusiasm for gossip has never diminished, and they are all edited in the direction of gossip plots. What kind of domineering president packs. Raising a little boy, the dark hero imprisoned the canary, and coaxed the little white flower with amnesia , he loves him, he doesn't love him, he compulsively loves him...

It's hard to say how much of Gogol's contribution has been made in this, as he never takes too much trouble to watch the excitement.Maybe there are those who are trying to muddy the water, trying to disturb his mood.

Fyodor bit his nails subconsciously: Seriously, shouldn't we clean up the organization and re-establish our dignity?And it's time to warn Gogol.

"Fyodor." Ming Liu's voice interrupted his thinking.

He was holding the game console, because he hated wearing thick clothes, so he only wore a thinner shirt that was easy to move around, and sat cross-legged on the sofa, barefoot, and wrapped in a blanket.

The heater was always on in the room.

"what happened?"

"When is Fedya coming back?"

This is the most troublesome thing.

Ming Liu firmly believes that Fyodor is Fyodor's older brother with the same name and surname, and it seems normal to him to give the children in the family similar names.Fyodor was troubled by this and could not explain it clearly, so it took him a while to coax him into saying that "Fedya" had gone away.

This is the most regretful thing he has said this year.Recently, the snowball of lies has been getting bigger and bigger, and it is about to roll out of Siberia.

Ming Liu still wanted to find Fei Jia very much.

Not only that, but he also wanted to find the other two.

"I kind of want to go out and find Dazai..."

Fyodor stuffed him with snacks: "It's been snowing outside for the past two days, and the snow is sharper than a knife. Wait a few days before going out."

Outside the thick, completely opaque curtains, the sky was clear.

"Okay, wait for another two days." Mingliu took a mouthful of snacks and said vaguely, "I miss them a bit."

Fyodor, for the nth time I have a headache.

The author has something to say: In fact, in this chapter Fyodor took the stand-in script for himself ()

For a while, I checked the manga and wanted to recall what Gogol usually called Fyodor, and what Fyodor called Gogol.

then.

Bilibili translation: "Sure enough, only A Tuo can understand me"

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A Tuo, what are you doing, A Tuo!

......

In fact, he seems to really be regarded as the overlord (the leader of the rats in the dead house, one of the five declines of heaven and man) and the male protagonist of the dark department (this is for sure, who else is the villain)

It's just that something is wrong with a billion points.

In the end, the little red flower was gone, it was too stuck, it made me mad...