Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

Five people, one crab has eight legs.

Fyodor: "I have."

Ming Liu: "I can still eat."

Wu Jingzai: "It is impossible for me not to eat."

So there are three legs left on the table.

Odasaku: "I don't have to eat..."

"No!" "How can Oda Saku not eat it?" "This is what Oda Saku cooked."

Odasaku then took a crab leg.

There are only two left.

"Give it to Dazai." Odasaku said.He refers to Chief Jae, "He looks like he wants to eat."

Although the leader Zai achieved the position of the leader, he never took care of himself. Four years of high-intensity work made him look fragile enough to die suddenly at any time.It's not that you can't afford high-end crabs, and it's not that you haven't enjoyed them before, but these are crabs cooked by Oda Saku.

He bent his smiling eyes, and little stars were about to pop out of his whole body.

"But, I really want to eat it too." Ming Liu said aggrievedly.

"I'm also a Dazai." Wu Zhenzai was also aggrieved, "And I can't even afford it..."

Odasaku felt a little dizzy.If he had known that it would cause crabs in the Shura field, he would not have made crab hot pot, and simply picked out all the crab meat and made them into dishes that could be evenly distributed.

He thought so, but he knew vaguely in his heart that there would be a quarrel no matter what, because the two at the table simply wanted to make things difficult for the leader.The leader Zai Mingming is already so pitiful...

Oda Saku is the only person in this world who feels pitiful for the leader.

Ming Liu stood up first: "Forget it, I'm going to eat spicy crabs. Blue crabs are also very good. I don't want to eat king crabs. Not at all."

He walked with one step and three turns.

If one ignores the small dish of crab sauce that he dropped by as he left, it would indeed be self-giving.

Fyodor was not interested in the Zazai Sandwich Shura Field, and it was hell for two Dazai Osamu dangling in front of his eyes.He stood up, nodded to Oda, and slipped away too.

It is very suitable for the rest of the butcher and the leader to divide the crab legs.

The three sat in different directions, with Oda Tsukuru sitting in the center, and the two Dazai sitting on one left and one on the right, facing each other but avoiding eye contact, touching each other occasionally, their iris-colored eyes filled with the same disgust: How could I get mixed up like this?

The slaves of the organization, the down-and-out salted fish, despise each other.

"Fyodor, how did he become like that?" Chief Jae decided to bring up the topic so that the meal would not seem so awkward.

"Crazy, I guess." Wu Zhenzai answered him casually, "Although he is crazy."

He diverged his thinking: at this table, except for Oda Saku, there is no one who is not crazy.

The leader Zai couldn't help laughing: "Crazy, can you still be cute?"

Wu Jingzai didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

"Isn't Fyodor always cute?" Odasaku said suddenly.In fact, his impression of Fyodor was still in his childhood, when he was 14 years old.He is very tolerant of creatures like children, no matter what kind of child they are, and the growth trajectory of the three of them has changed a little since then.

The two Dazai stood up in horror and shook Odasaku's shoulders:

"Wake up!"

"Does Odasaku need an ophthalmologist?"

The same voices of the two of them rose and fell in Odasaku's ears, almost noisy, and then they stuck to each other after arguing, each with Odasaku's arm, making him unable to hold chopsticks.

But that's fine too.

"Dazai."

"Hmm." Both of them agreed.

"Come and eat curry in the future."

"Ah."

The two voices overlapped together, with different sorrows and joys, and finally submerged in the bubbling sound of the crab hot pot, and dispersed into a ball of hot air.

……

Mingliu and Fyodor are blowing the sea breeze on the balcony.

This is a villa facing the sea. Oda chose the place, saying that the sea can bring inspiration to writing.

So a swing, a small glass tea table, and two orange wall lamps were placed on the balcony in a very artistic way.

It looks really good, there seems to be the last afterglow of the setting sun in the distance, the dim warm color that is about to be erased and the dark sea surface are stitched together to form a blurred boundary line.Facing the endless emptiness, the whole person seems to be opened.

"That's great." Ming Liu sighed meaninglessly, "I want to do the same in the future."

Want to eat crab hot pot.

I want to be with everyone.

The swing can accommodate two people, but it is a swing for one person after all, so Mingliu and Fyodor sat down almost next to each other, and it was extra warm to stick together.

At this time, the difference in height was obvious. He was not satisfied with the fact that he was a little short, so he simply pressed Fei Jia into his arms.

Fyodor heard his slow, steady, strong heartbeat and asked a strange question: "Can I be considered a companion now?"

"Hmm..." The sound of the beating heart didn't change at all, "But isn't Fedya being my pet owner?"

Feed them, circle them, hug them and raise them high.

Fyodor felt a little regretful at this time, he just wanted to take revenge a little at first, after all, he was raised when he was a child - he could fully tell Mingliu's feelings for him, just like raising a pleasing animal Cats, because of their different races, have greater tolerance, and can accept it with a smile when they are kicked by cats.

Normally... this is an insult to personality.

At least Fyodor doesn't like this feeding emotion very much.

So he reversed the position a bit.

Who would have thought that this flying breeder is very happy to be raised by others, and raising it is really fun...

It's completely out of bounds now.

"My scope of mate selection does not include human beings." Ming Liu read out the joke mentioned before very seriously, "This is the truth."

"Human beings like Fei Jia are too fragile, and they are easily crushed." He rolled up Fyodor's sleeve, and there was a bruised and purple fingerprint on his forearm, which was freshly born the night before. "It will happen if you are not careful."

So he needs to live with great restraint.It's not bad, but it's true that you didn't think about it when you were looking for a partner.

"Of course I like Fyodor very much."

Fyodor smiled weakly.He is very resistant to these words now.

"And Fei Jia promised not to leave. That's good." He lowered his voice, "I asked for an ultra-low."

"Fei Jia, we are already lovers in the universal sense."

Every word he said revealed a little emotion of joy: Keep me, it’s no problem to be a cat, and dignity can be eaten.

What can Fyodor say?

Please put yourself on an equal footing?They are not the same kind of creatures... It is a good subject to study human nature, but it is another matter to study non-human beings.

"Are all night rabbits like this?"

Mentioning this Mingliu is a bit disgusting: "Yutu... most of them don't have the ability to love, and all of them have only fighting in their hearts. I haven't seen them for many years. Anyway, it's nothing more than a date."

Their love is twisted and insane.A few moderates also have a hard time learning to love in the normal way.

"I'm barely normal?" he told the horrific truth in a nonchalant voice, "though I've done far more evil things than most night rabbits in the past. Geez, it feels like it's all about being crazy enough. Tired, after all, with the same sinful blood, it is too difficult to act completely against instinct. I heard that Fei Jia's supernatural power is crime and punishment...ah, too much to say."

"Anyway, it's all boring stuff."

"I have to go back to the academic class tomorrow...boring."

The horizon in the distance is completely blurred into a mass of blackness, and nothing can be seen. The sea at night is very boring.

"Go down to play with Oda?" Mingliu got up from the swing, "I guess they haven't finished eating yet. It's such a good day, and it's slow. The leftover crab soup should be able to cook a bowl of noodles."

He lazily jumped off the swing and stretched his waist.

"Do you want to keep going like this?"

"of course."

This is the world of magic.Maybe it's because of the curse on his body, or maybe it's other reasons, Ming Liu can naturally see the power of the curse, and he is very sensitive to the flow of power in his body.As for Fyodor, he hates conjurers as much as he hates people with supernatural powers, and the power of conjuration does not particularly favor him. Most of the time, he even has to use special glasses to see conjuration spirits.

Fyodor was not wearing glasses at the moment, so he could not see anything connecting from him to Mingliu.

Mingliu saw it.

He clearly felt the weight of that curse.Even if he has enough curses bound on him, enough to raise a super player casually.

This is from Fyodor with love.he thinks.What a twist, is there anyone whose love is mostly filled with negative emotions?

He thought again: I seem to be such a twisted creature too.

Wouldn't that be nice?

As far as he is concerned, there is no need to exorcise the curse.Even if there are countless malicious curses attached to it, as long as it is mixed with such a beautiful wish, it can sometimes become a spider's thread that hangs people.

He turned around and jumped onto the swing again, his knees pressed against the wooden chair, and the sudden increase in weight made the chains connecting the swing creak unbearably.Those penetrating eyes reflected the dim wall light, mixed with chaotic warm colors, but bright as stars: "Feijia Feijia!"

Fyodor was startled by his sudden movement.

"what?"

He has been tortured enough these two days, so his thinking is inevitably crooked.Could it be that I suddenly wanted to be here...

"It's not like that, of course, you can't do what Fei Jia wants, you can try it next time..." Ming Liu saw Fyodor's subtle expression, "What I want to say is not this...the emotions are not coherent... "

He finally said wearily: "I really like Fedya, and I want to be with Fyodor forever."

The voice was weak and dull, dragging a feeling of being forced to complete the task.

"Why..." Fyodor paused, "Suddenly mentioned it again."

Ming Liu took a closer look at Fyodor's expression. With the light behind him, it was difficult to detect such a huge negative emotion surging in his heart from his expression.To accept those emotions is to accept the love of the devil, it is too heavy.

"Because I felt it, I should respond solemnly," he said.

He seems to have nothing to do with the word solemn.

"The love of a night rabbit who eats a lot, has no brains, and wanders most of the time, you don't want to forget it. I'm still waiting to eat crab-flavored noodle soup." Ming Liu didn't look at Fyodor's at all expression, looking through the wall to the kitchen, with a light tone as if the crab-flavored noodle soup is much more important than his love, "I'm so hungry——"

The sound was quickly blocked back.

Because the tone of the promise was too light, and there were seventy or eighty awkward detours, it was necessary to respond with extra solemnity.

It's probably like this.

……

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The author has something to say: Fortunately, the leader Zaizai and Taken Zai grabbed Oda Zuo. If he came up and saw what the two were doing, he would probably split into eight pieces on the spot.

——Surprised, the Fyodor I knew turned out to be this kind of person.

……

Well, it’s over, and if I don’t finish it, I will exceed the word count. The daily benefit is to write as much as I want, as if I can continue to write—but I still want to save some words to write the side story.Fanwai can still write [-] to [-] words.

Let's do some extra rounds:

Because there are things about integrity in the Gintama studio, I don’t know if anyone has turned all the members of Lei () Anyway, Lei Bulei will write, this is Gintama——

Then I want to write two Tuo Zong.

It is estimated that each of the extras is very short, and I strive to write a little bit of each to satisfy my xp.

and everyone's xp.

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