Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"Eh."

Ming Liu caught the fallen person and looked down.

He was just a teenager with a slender frame, wearing an ill-fitting voluminous suit, covered with bandages, his soft brown hair was wet and dripping, his cheeks were flushed and exuded abnormal heat.

Maybe it was a fever after getting wet from the rain.Ming Liu thought.

What should be done……

It's like touching porcelain.

He lifted the person in his arms and dragged him into the living room like a packing bag.

"Who is he?"

Fei Jia looked at Ming Liu, and uttered lines that only appeared in emotional TV dramas. He obviously didn't mean to criticize anything, but Ming Liu was inexplicably guilty.

"I don't know either." With that look in his eyes, he could only tell the truth, "But he fainted, and I can't throw him out."

Ming Liu noticed that Fei Jia's eyes were very strange. When he looked at the bandage spirit, he showed too much emotion. For the first time, there were vivid emotions in his eyes, which were much more vivid than when he looked at Ming Liu. .Although I don't know whether to hate it or like it.

This made Ming Liu a little concerned.

So Ming Liu pulled out an unsmiling smile, let go, and threw the bandage on the ground.

"What should I do? I don't know how to cure a cold. Should I be sent to the hospital?" He suddenly came to his senses at this point, "Fei Jia, you sprained your back. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

He shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but neither he nor I need to go to the hospital. His vitality is more than that."

Fedya showed that meaningful, incomprehensible smile again.It's eerie, probably only Mingliu thinks it's cute.

"Ok."

Drag the patient to a Japanese-style room, take off the wet suit jacket, remove the excess bandage, stuff it into a dry and comfortable quilt, and put a hot towel on the forehead.

That's probably how it was handled.

Fyodor watched the whole time, looking as if he was thinking about something serious.

By this point, the home's three bedrooms were full.

Then, on the first day of raising creatures, Ming Liu decided to cook for today's dinner by himself.

"Can Fei Jian eat spicy food?"

"If you can choose." He bit his thumbnail and sat upright in front of the computer desk, "I don't really want spicy food."

"Oh well."

Thinking of the piles of peppers in the kitchen cabinet, Ming Liu reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​fried pork with peppers, chicken with peppers, fried peppers, and fried peppers with peppers.

As I said before, in terms of material conditions, his home is not bad, so he is naturally equipped with a... er... desktop computer with a very bad price and even worse performance.

Usually play games or something.

Generally speaking, it is a black technology brought by heaven and man. Somehow, you can play games with the whole universe or something...

Fei Jia was almost obsessed with seeing the computer, and stayed in the study, refusing to leave.

He really matched the term "Internet addicted youth". He obviously had a sprained waist and should take a good rest, but he would rather sit like a zombie and look at the computer screen.When Mingliu went to him for the second time, he felt that this person and the computer chair were one and the same, and that he was born on it repeatedly.And there are many things on the screen that he can't understand at all. The messy letters are more incomprehensible than the twisted earthworms in the flower bed at the door, crawling over like ants.

Ming Liu couldn't bear to reject him.

I just hope that he won't be like other Internet addicted youths who are addicted to the Internet and don't even eat, so he can only shake his fists...

smashed the computer.

Ming Liu thought of the bandage monster lying in the bedroom again. He actually looked a bit like Fei Jia, and his temperament was also slightly similar.

If outsiders see a subtle similarity between him and Kagura, the feeling that they are both Yatusa, then the subtle similarity between the two is the same.

It always feels like a similar creature.

"It's time to eat." Ming Liu quickly assumed the role of the old lady, first changed the towel for the unconscious patient, and then asked Fyodor to eat.

A pot of rice, a dish of fried vegetables, a dish of fried meat with green peppers, and a bowl of egg soup.This is an edible dinner that he can only make with all his strength.

Ming Liu smiled and pushed all the dishes to Fei Jia.For him, it is more comfortable to hold a pot of dry rice than to eat these delicate dishes one by one.

But I still couldn't help watching him pick up the vegetables with chopsticks and put them into his mouth with expectant eyes.

Waiting for a review.

Fei Jia's expression was caught in a subtle tangle, and then went blank.

"Why... stir-fried vegetables... put sugar?"

"It's home cooking, doesn't Fei Jia like it..."

Fyodor was silent for a moment.

"Not bad. Very unique taste."

"Okay!"

Ming Liu got a satisfactory answer, even though Fei Jia's tone was a bit reluctant, he didn't care, and continued to cook happily.

"Ah—" A high-pitched girlish scream ruined the simple meal.

Someone in the bedroom yelled, "Who took all my bandages off—"

Ming Liu raised his head from the pot and thought for a while.

In fact, when he helped the patient change the wet clothes, he took off all the clothes, because it would be more comfortable to hide under the bed naked and dry.He thinks so.

But why does he only care about bandages...

The author has something to say: Fei Jia: Stare—do you want to get rid of Mr. Dazai first——

Dazai:? ? ?

Ming Liu: Dry rice, don't bother.