law of courtship

Early the next morning, Zhilan woke up in a completely unfamiliar environment, rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared for a while, but didn't realize where he was.

Xiao Dou has a magical telepathy for the cub who has been carefully raised for three years, Zhi Lan knew it as soon as he opened his eyes, and quickly went downstairs to ask him to wash up and eat breakfast.

After finishing everything, Zhilan began to explore his "new home" in Bazhou. He walked out of the gate and found that there were not only his family living in this yard.

The walls of the two low-rise buildings were put together to form a small courtyard, where flowers and herbs were abundant, and a large piece of bamboo was planted at the base of the wall, creating an elegant environment.

Just when Zhilan was curious about who the neighbor on the opposite floor was, a round male youth came out from the opposite door.

He also looks like he just woke up, with disheveled hair, and wearing pajamas and pajamas. The most recognizable feature on his entire face is the very obvious dark circles, like an e-sports player who has been in the house for three days and three nights.

Although there are dark circles under his eyes, this new neighbor is very energetic. When he saw Zhi Lan, he hurried over to say hello and extended his fleshy palms to shake hands with him:

"I've seen you for a long time. You are Huaxia's new friend. We will be neighbors from now on. My name is Pang Dada. You can call me Pang Da. That's what everyone calls me."

The enthusiasm of the new neighbors made Zhilan a little shy, but making new friends is always something to be thankful for, Zhilan summoned up the courage to shake hands with him, and whispered: "Fat...Da, hello, my name is Zhilan, Zhilan The hold of the child's hand, the magnificent waves."

After Zhilan finished speaking, she paused, then added with a wink, "You can call me... Xiaolan."

"Hey, what a good name, really domineering." Pang Da patted him on the shoulder affectionately, as if he was a good brother.

Xiao Dou just came out, and was moved and pleased to see that little blue hair could adapt to the new environment so quickly, and joined their topic with a smile:

"Xiaolan, Mr. Pang is a big shot at the Bazhou Institute, and his courtyard has the best environment in the institute. That's why Assistant Liu arranged for you to live here. We are in his honor."

Pang Da scratched the back of his head and said with a simple and honest smile: "I forgot to report my family name. I am a humanoid panda. It is a unique species in Bazhou. I don't know if you have heard of it."

Zhi Lan's eyes widened in surprise. He had seen pictures of the ancestors of pandas in science books. Most of the fur of the ancestor pandas was white, and their body was round, which perfectly hit his cute spot: white, round.

"Panda! I know, it's...very cute!" Zhilan was so excited that he couldn't speak, and looked at Panda again: milky white skin, round belly, no matter how pleasing to the eye, even the two The sudden dark circles also looked friendly.

Fat Da blushed a little: "Damn, isn't it just fat? I've been a vegetarian since I was a child, and I don't know where these meats come from. But you, it's the first time I've seen Zilan. Your hair is amazing. !"

Zhilan's face was also red: "Where is it, it is very difficult to maintain, and it is easy to fork."

Fat Da giggled, and suddenly thought of something: "I have fresh bamboo shoots in my house, which are a specialty of Bazhou. Do you want to go and try them?"

"Bamboo shoots? I heard they are crunchy, are they delicious?"

"Of course, it's absolutely delicious, and it's no lie to anyone."

The establishment of friendship is so simple. Two national treasures from different continents cherish each other. It only took 5 minutes to change from strangers to partners who can share snacks.

Xiao Dou's hanging heart finally came to fruition, and the little blue hair, who was raised in an ivory tower, finally took the first step bravely, and it seemed to be a good step.

"Go and play, call me if you need anything."

Xiao Dou told him again, watched Pang Da lead Zhi Lan into the house, then turned around and went back to the house, and called researcher Lin Mao to report the current situation of the national treasure.

When Zhilan came to Panda's house, he not only ate the legendary tender and crisp bamboo shoots, but also tried many Bazhou specialties. Fortunately, both national treasures are vegetarian, which made the sharing of snacks very harmonious.

As a seasoned foodie, Pang Dada has countless collections - honey pear, snow konjac, bamboo fungus, white lemon, and a kind of walnut, which makes Zhilan, who loves nuts, full of praise.

"Delicious! Give me another walnut, thank you Panda." Zhi Lan's two cheeks were bulging, and he kept stuffing things into his mouth.

Fifteen hours have passed since the plane landed at Shuzhong Airport, but Zhi Lan has already fallen in love with this continent.

The differences in regions and cultures are indelible, but the delicacy is the same. Zhilan was moved by the delicacy of Bazhou.

However, this feeling only lasted for a few hours.

Another special delicacy in Bazhou, which taught the fledgling little blue hair a lesson.

A profound but brutal lesson.

At dinner time, the Bazhou Research Institute specially hosted a banquet in order to welcome the guests from afar.The banquet was held in the cafeteria of the research institute, and all the rare humanoids and staff in the institute attended, wanting to see the legendary Zilan family.

When Pang Da led Zhi Lan and Xiao Dou in, there was instant warm applause in the cafeteria, making Zhi Lan shrink back in fright.

Pang Da supported Zhilan, smiled and comforted him: "Hey, we Bazhou people are very hospitable, just get used to it."

Zhi Lan quickly experienced this kind of hospitality. There was no clear division of seats at the banquet, and everyone was seated freely. There were more than a dozen waves of people who wanted to drag Zhi Lan to their table.

Regardless of the person or the staff, they were all very enthusiastic, and chatted with Zhilan without any hesitation, and the bolder ones even touched his hair with Zhilan's consent.

In just ten minutes, Zhilan already felt that he was about to be bald, and finally Dr. Yu came forward to make a rescue, and brought Zhilan and Xiao Dou to his table to sit.

"It's rare for everyone to be so happy to greet the distinguished guests today. Let Song arrange for some beer to be delivered, one box for each table." Dr. Yu instructed his assistant.

"Great idea, hot pot with wine, one drink and one night!" Assistant Liu quickly responded, quickly counted the number of tables on the scene, and went to the side to call Song.

Zhi Lan strained his ears, and keenly caught two words, "hot pot" and "song".

What is the relationship between song and beer aside, what is hot pot?

In Zhilan's impression, fire is a terrible thing that can burn feathers and evaporate moisture. He has never touched an open flame since he was a child, except for blowing birthday candles.

A pot represents a container for carrying food, so what is a hot pot?

Twenty minutes later, the cook brought tonight's main course to the table and answered Zhi Lan's questions.

The pot of hot pot happened to be placed in front of Zhi Lan, and it was still boiling. Countless peppers were floating on the bright red soup, and various unknown spices swirled, emitting a rich and stimulating aroma as the soup rolled.

The cook turned on the induction cooker, and the red soup in the pot was bubbling, and the soup splashed everywhere, almost hitting Zhilan's face.

Zhilan was dumbfounded, is this hot pot?

It looks so fierce, so wild.

Assistant Liu got up to serve the guests, and put the side dishes that were resistant to cooking into the pot. Song appeared before the first batch of ingredients were cooked.

He appeared at the entrance of the cafeteria with two boxes of beer on one shoulder, scanned the audience with a disdainful attitude, stood still at the nearest table, put down the wine neatly, turned around and went out to get the rest of the goods.

Ten minutes later, twenty cases of beer had been distributed, and Song leaned against the door with one long leg leaning against the door, waiting for Assistant Liu to pay him the bill.

Zhilan's gaze followed him unconsciously, and a strong feeling of admiration rose in his heart.

Zhilan is a weak little chicken who can't stand on his shoulders and can't lift his hands. He has an instinctive admiration for powerful creatures. A strong male like Song is beyond his reach and he can only look up.

"Song, it's all here, stay and eat together, just add a pair of chopsticks." Dr. Yu called him across the aisle.

Song cast his eyes on this table, stayed somewhere for a moment, then strode over, and said casually, "Okay, thanks."

Zhilan's little heart was beating violently with the rhythm of his steps, and when Song approached, Zhilan's heart rate had broken through the peak and was about to jump out of his throat.

"Come, come, sit here," Assistant Liu beckoned to him, the table was not full, and there were some tableware left, so he didn't even need to add a pair of chopsticks.

Song ignored him, and sat down in the empty seat closest to him, just to the right of Zhilan.

The fierce and cool uncle suddenly approached, Zhilan was a little at a loss, twisted a few times, put his hands between his knees, and put on a posture that is more cute than a primary school student in class.

Assistant Liu picked up the colander and picked up the cooked ingredients for them: "I forgot to introduce last time. Song is the owner of Wuyue Winery. He is next to our research institute. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. They often come to our place. They are all family members." , you can call him Uncle Song."

"Thank you," Song didn't express his feelings for this introduction, but directly picked up a ball soaked in red oil and put it in his mouth to chew, as if he felt hungry because of the physical work just now.

Zhi Lan stared blankly at his lips stained with red oil, a little eager to taste what this magical Bazhou hotpot tastes like.

Song sensed his gaze, turned his face to meet his gaze, and said lightly: "Spicy, can you eat it?"

Zhilan was a little flattered, Uncle Song seemed to be... caring about herself?

"I...I want to try it." Zhi Lan replied shyly in a low voice.

This little stupid bird who grew up eating nuts and fruits didn't realize the power of hot pot at all. He didn't know it, but Xiao Dou knew it.

"Xiaolan, wait a minute, I'll give you some water to rinse before eating."

Xiao Dou fished out a few pieces of potatoes and corn that Zhilan could eat, put them in boiling water to wash off the red oil and condiments, and then put them into his bowl.

Zhilan looked eagerly at Uncle Song who was eating deliciously, and mustered up the courage to put the potatoes in his mouth. Three seconds later, his eyes were red.

Zhi Lan spat out all the potatoes in a jiffy, gasped for breath, and cried for help in a pitiful cry: "Water... water... my mouth is on fire!"

Xiao Dou panicked instantly, he didn't know that hot pot would have such power, it was his serious dereliction of duty to let Xiao Lanmao eat something he shouldn't eat, and he wanted to cry too when he saw the cub crying.

"Get a bottle of iced milk." Song put down his chopsticks in a calm manner, commanded Xiao Dou aloud, took out a piece of watermelon from the iced fruit plate, and fed it to Zhilan.

Zhilan was rescued, she held Song's wrist tightly, sucked on the piece of ice watermelon, and after eating it all, stared at Song with watery eyes, begging for another piece.

It's the little blue fur's usual eyes when begging for food, it comes from his instinct when he was a baby, clear, innocent, longing, plus a little coquettish.

Song's fingertips trembled, and accidentally touched his red and swollen lips. The water-red lips were soaked in watermelon, and they were as soft as clouds. Just touching them, a tiny electric current was generated, flowing from the fingertips. all the way to the heart.

Song frowned, and fed him another piece of watermelon that looked sweet.

The overly cute cub asks you for food, can you not give it?Is it still human if you don't give it?

It wasn't until Xiao Dou brought the iced milk that Song broke free from his inexplicable emotions and continued to eat.

It is obviously spicy and stimulating food, but after eating it, it suddenly loses its taste, filling his stomach like chewing wax, leaning on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and calming down:

This national treasure...is really terrible.

The author says:

The willpower of adults is vulnerable in front of cute cubs.

Father Song (covering his face): I lost.

Note: Little blue hair is still an older cub for the time being before sex differentiation. The growth lag caused by abnormal hormones is very small, which will be explained later.