Demon master lolicon

Because of Han Xiaotu's leg injury, Nangong Zeye asked her for a week's leave so that she could recuperate at home.And our young master skipped class for a week and stayed at home with Han Xiaotu. (Master, how worried are you about Little Rabbit!)

Every day, Nangong Zeye would supervise Han Xiaotu to drink bone soup.

Uncle Chen said that what he eats will make up for him. Since Han Xiaotu's foot is hurt, it would be best to drink some bone soup.

So, our young master asked his servants to cook a pot of bone soup every day, corn ribs soup today, winter melon bone soup tomorrow, lotus root bone soup in the morning, and black fish soup with bones in the afternoon...

In short, Han Xiaotu seems to have eaten enough bone soup in his life during this period of convalescence.

"Master, can I not drink?"

When Nangong Zeye brought a bowl of "radish rib soup" to Han Xiaotu's bed, Han Xiaotu faintly felt sick in his stomach.

"Why don't you drink?"

"Because... because I feel like throwing up when I see bone soup..." Han Xiaotu told the truth at the risk of being scolded by the young master.

"..." The young master's hand holding the bone soup froze, thinking that Han Xiaotu can't do without the word "bone" for three meals a day now, and he must be tired of eating it.

However, Uncle Chen said, what to eat, what to eat.If you don't make up for it, how can you get better quickly?

So, the young master put the bone soup on the bedside table, thought for a while and said, "Then change to pig's trotter soup from now on?"

"..." Han Xiaotu's eyes darkened, and he had already foreseen the "nightmare" of the pig's trotters.

But Han Xiaotu never thought that the young master would go to the kitchen to cook soup for her himself.

In the afternoon, Han Xiaotu lay on the young master's big bed and took a nap.For the past two days, Han Xiaotu had to eat or sleep every day, and lived like a queen, even the young master who was always aggressive towards her, never blushed at her once.

It was a blessing in disguise.

Han Xiaotu gradually fell asleep, while in the kitchen, Nangong Zeye was making a pot of soup.

The eldest young master of the Nangong family, who never entered the kitchen on weekdays, and opened his mouth when he came to eat, is now standing in the kitchen with a bag of fresh pig's trotters that his servants just bought. It's too... weird.

And his aristocratic prince-like temperament is also incompatible with that bag of...very bloody...very rustic...pig's trotters...!

Imagine a picture of a beautiful boy and two pairs of pig's trotters appearing together.

Really...enough!

And behind Nangong Zeye, there were four or five servants who were terrified and afraid that the young master would bump into the heat.

However, the young master said that they are not allowed to do it, he has to do it himself.Therefore, everyone could only watch carefully from behind, and no one dared to step forward rashly.

However, seeing their dear young master staring blankly at the two pairs of pig's trotters on the cutting board, they were all nervous.

"Should...you have to chop the pig's trotters into pieces first?"

Nangong Sawano was wearing an apron, standing in front of the cutting board, talking to himself, and then grabbed the kitchen knife with his right hand.

The servants behind them gasped.

"It's over, it's over!"

"Master is going to start chopping pig's trotters—"

"What if I accidentally chop off my hand?!"

"Shall we—shall we stop the young master?"

"Do you dare to stop it?"

"..."