Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 317 [Death of Yehua] 4

Yehua nodded. "They all have gray feathers, orange patterns on their bodies, and a circle of black lines around their necks. They are round and plump, with eyes like black beans. The one in the middle is the biggest..."

Night Flower chirped and gave a very detailed description, even wanting to list the number of spots on each bird, after all, she had seen it thousands of times.

Feng Lan listened patiently and took the opportunity to wrap Ye Hua in a cloak.

Although, listening to Yehua speak, her eloquent speech and smooth thinking logic do not seem to match her four-year-old appearance.

Feng Lan didn't do anything yesterday. Even if there were things in the supermarket, she didn't take them out to use, nor did she perform any strange magic. Apart from asking Huahua and Bi Ke to leave, she was just an ordinary housekeeper.

When the sun was halfway up, just as Yehua had said, thirteen birds flew in an orderly manner from the east, chirping and noisy, and then flew away.

Feng Lan saw better things and compared them carefully. He found that what Ye Hua said was exactly the same.

"Oh my god, there really is a bird flying over here," Feng Lan thought to herself, but on the surface she gave Ye Hua face and exclaimed in surprise. After saying that, she felt a little regretful, "It's just that the bird flew too fast, I couldn't see clearly what it looked like."

"I, I'll draw it for Butler Lan." When Ye Hua heard this, she was eager to show off. She spoke up immediately and even kicked her legs, wanting to go down and draw it for Feng Lan right now.

Feng Lan would naturally not enslave a child, even if no one knew how long the child had lived.

"Let's have breakfast first, Miss Yehua. Painting can wait a while. Besides this bird, is there anything else new and interesting?"

Feng Lan chatted briefly to start the conversation, while carrying Ye Hua to wash up. When they reached the third floor, as expected, there was another hot breakfast on the table. Ye Hua was used to it, and Feng Lan was mentally prepared. Without showing any expression, he naturally took Ye Hua into the bathroom, wiped her face, washed her hands, and rubbed her neck and ears.

After being wiped with the hot towel, Yehua's little face became rosy, soft and tender. She was well-behaved and didn't make any trouble. She just looked at you with a pair of watery eyes. She was so cute.

Ignoring the creepy look of the completely white eyes, Feng Lan was quite used to it.

"Yes, every four days, there's a circus performing in the west at noon. You can see some of it from the window. Occasionally, at night, children flying kites pass by, but they run too fast. I also made a kite, and it can fly when the wind is strong..."

As she was talking, Yehua's attention wandered and she started talking about how she made a kite.

However, there was no Feng Lan’s breakfast on the table today.

A small cup of hot milk, which looked to be no more than 300 ml, and a sandwich with sliced ​​beef, lettuce, tomato and fried egg, which was as big as Feng Lan's palm. Such a breakfast was definitely enough for Ye Hua, but obviously, there was no portion for Feng Lan.

Yehua also noticed it. She looked up and asked, "Butler Lan, don't you eat breakfast too?"

Feng Lan: "..."

It's not a problem to skip one or two meals, but if she continues like this, it would be too much for her to skip eating every day.

"Miss Yehua, eat first. I'm not very hungry now. I'll eat later."

Feng Lan remembered that there were a lot of things placed in the room on the ground floor, including some vegetables, rice, noodles and the like.

I don’t know what these are for. Yehua is short and can’t cook.

Compared to yesterday, Yehua was in high spirits today and chatted with Fenglan for a long time. After breakfast, Yehua watched Fenglan cook and was wondering why there was no food on the table yet?

After all, in Yehua's cognition, three meals a day would appear on the table regularly and then be taken away after eating.

As for the people in the storybooks she read who can cook, and the novels where the protagonist falls in love while studying in the last few months of high school and gets admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University, you are very moved, but can you relate to it yourself?