Take your fangs, thanks

In the next meal, Josh ate a little listlessly, and he didn't even drink much of his favorite red juice.

Speaking of which, this is also the eating practice of the Derwent family. Everyone will have a glass goblet filled with red liquid in front of them.But the strange thing is that the cup in front of Josh is always not as thick as the one in front of others, and it always smells of an inexplicable sweet and sour smell.Josh once curiously wanted to secretly taste the red juice in Riglito's cup, but was severely stopped by Mrs. De Winter.

"Why?" Josh protested with big blue eyes, "The one in your cup looks much thicker than mine, it's not fair!" Josh puffed up his cheeks in anger, he even thought, isn't it It is because the cup of red juice for each meal is different from that of the two brothers, so his strength is not as strong and the speed is not as fast as the two brothers.

Oh, maybe this is Arman's conspiracy.

Little Josh glanced at the bewildered Arman with sharp eyes, and Arman scratched his head and looked back at Josh.He didn't know what Josh was thinking, if he knew, he would definitely scream innocent!Although he really cares about his majesty as the eldest brother among the three brothers, why would he want to make these low-level stumbling blocks for the younger brother? Please, he is also Josh's elder brother anyway. Everyone in the special family is strong, of course, he is still a little bit stronger than his younger brothers.

"Josh, my baby." Mrs. de Winter held Josh's soft face in both hands, and said with utmost tenderness, "These things will reduce the effect of the plants you eat, if you don't want to eat them all your life For those plants, just be obedient and only drink diluted ones each time, okay?"

As expected of Mrs. de Winter, she is a successful novelist, and she is very quick to make up bullshit.God knows what's in Josh's cup isn't diluted blood at all, it's just strawberry juice, and by the way, he can add, um... what is called "vitamin" in human nutrition.

Mrs. De Winter is very proud. She has carefully read those parenting books written by humans. She always thinks that the times have changed. Most still follow the ancient traditions - how backward!Mrs. de Winter thought, vampires should reform sooner or later!

Even if it's not an industrial revolution, there can be a blood revolution... well, forget it, what kind of revolution is it!Mrs. De Winter intends to become a trendy vampire who is ahead of the times anyway. She hopes to combine human parenting methods with the newborn vampire parenting code to cultivate excellent vampires with the characteristics of the De Winter family.

No matter what, in the end Josh accepted the fact that he was treating a disease in a daze.Although he later begged Rigoletto for help in private: "I'm really curious, Rigger, help me."

Rigoletto put his hands behind his back, pursed his lips and looked at Josh without speaking.

Josh grabbed Riglito's sleeve and looked at him eagerly: "Please, brother."

"Okay." Rigoletto agreed without principle.But Riglito then thought of Mrs. de Winter’s words, what if it’s really bad for Josh’s health?

Rigoletto fell into an unprecedented tangle, he frowned and said nothing.He suddenly missed that thick Latin dictionary very much. He would rather think about the messy root and etymology in it than to be in a dilemma between his brother and his conscience.

"Well... just a little is enough." Josh whispered, "I just want to taste it."

Riglito looked up suddenly to see how understanding his younger brother was. Poor little Josh, he didn't even dare to ask for a little more.Rigg felt like his heart had turned into a pool of moss, fluffy...but it wasn't green, it was all pink.

However, Rigoletto still had a cold expression on his face, and he nodded as a promise.

The next two people deliberately avoided Arman, oh, their big brother...the two agreed that they could not be entrusted with important tasks. Rigoletto's evaluation of Arman was: He is like a mindless bear, barbaric , Slow, will only spoil our big business.

Little Josh doesn't understand very well, but the second brother has always been smart, so he can do whatever he says!

So when the meal was finished at dawn that day, Rigoletto was the first to leave the table. He half-tucked one hand in his sleeve and walked out of the restaurant.

Excited and curious, Josh quickly dropped the tableware and ran into the corridor.

"Slow down." Around the corner, Rigoletto dragged Josh into the shadows.Rigo spread his hands, his index finger was stained with red juice, probably because the juice was too thick, it had already half dried on Rigoletto's fingertips.

Josh didn't have time to pay attention to anything else, he moved his head closer... The next second, Rigoletto felt something soft and warm passing over his fingertips, he froze for a moment, then quickly withdrew his hand, and turned his back Behind him: "Enough." His voice sounded hard/bang/bang.

Josh was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, I haven't tasted it yet...vomit..." Before Josh finished speaking, the honest reaction of the taste buds had already given the answer, what is this red liquid? , they have a strange smell, like the rusted iron fence in the garden.

"This tastes awful, Rig!" he complained. "Is this really the same thing I'm drinking?"

Rigoletto didn't expect his younger brother's evaluation to be so low. Of course, at that time, he didn't know that the tastes of vampires and humans are always slightly different. The most obvious one is of course reflected in the taste of blood. .These unprocessed blood are taken directly from the blood packs in the hospital. To vampires, they are equivalent to human bread, but to humans, this kind of thing is obviously not attractive at all.

Rigoletto pondered for a while, and explained with his only knowledge: "Perhaps it is because of qualitative changes that produce quantitative changes, Josh, it is not surprising that your taste has changed after dilution." I have to say, Rigoletto In terms of running the train, it is worthy of inheriting the de Winter and his wife. In short, Josh believed his statement——Anyway, Josh himself only knew half of what he heard, and children always have the courage to admit their lack of knowledge... To put it in a popular way , children are usually easier to deceive.

In short, after this, Josh never yelled to drink the same thing as in other people's cups.On the contrary, Josh increasingly found that the sweet and sour taste of the red juice in his cup was a delicacy. This sweetness reminded Josh of the lush vitality deep in the forest. After the summer rainstorm, the sweetness disappeared Crawling out of the wet ground...why do you think so?Josh didn't know.

Anyway, this red juice has gradually become Josh's favorite food. He can drink up all these strawberry juices during every meal time. If it is not for the etiquette of the De Winter family, he even hopes that he can stretch Tongue out to lick off the strawberry juice hanging on the wall.

But today Josh lost his appetite, because he heard Mr. De Winter's words-oh my god, his annoying grandmother is coming!

After the meal, the de Winter couple sent their two remaining sons back to the house to sleep. It was already late today, and the sun outside had completely jumped out of the clouds, and the sky was bright.However, thick curtains have been pulled up inside the castle, and the sunlight is isolated from the outside.

"Josh, come here." Mrs. de Winter stretched out her hands to Josh and hugged him on her lap, "You don't look very happy, baby."

"Of course." Josh said frankly. He folded his hands on his chest, looking like a hedgehog with its thorns erect.

"What makes you unhappy, my little Josh?" Mrs. de Winter can probably guess the reason, but she read in the book that this kind of frank communication is conducive to promoting the relationship between mother and child.

"Grandmother." Josh curled his lips and twirled his fingers, "She doesn't like me at all."

Mrs. De Winter was happy. Sure enough, human emotions are so delicate. Poor little Josh, he needs more care.Mrs. De Winter hugged Josh and kissed him on the cheek. From a very close distance, Mrs. De Winter could smell the sweetness of the blood in Josh's veins. Oh, she is indeed a child of the De Winter family. , even the blood is sweeter than ordinary people: "Why do you think so, we all love you, Josh. Every de Winter loves you very much."

"Except for grandma."

Josh felt that her grandmother was really a very strange person. She rarely got close to Josh. Although she was willing to hug her remaining two brothers, she never paid any attention to Josh's closeness!You know, as long as Josh can remember, no one has ever refused to be so straightforward. Even Arman will not avoid him when he approaches.

Her grandmother always seemed to be emphasizing the fact that he was sick, going so far as to say that it was his grandmother who told Josh he had a fever in the first place.

This strange old lady always looked at Josh with a look of disgust, looked at him for a while, and then commented: "Poor little thing, he is like the thinnest bean sprout in the field."

"I'm not bean sprouts!" Josh always replied to her like this. Josh hated people saying that he was sick, and also hated people saying that he judged his strength and speed. "I just haven't grown up yet."

"No no no." Grandma Derwent shook her head and said deeply, "Little guy, you won't be like this when you grow up."

"I will! As long as I eat those disgusting greens!"

"That's just stupid vegetables..."

"Josh, Josh." Mrs. De Winter's soft voice woke Josh from bad memories, "Your grandmother is just not very good at expressing."

Josh didn't speak, still looking swollen.

"Hey, baby, listen to me." Mrs. de Winter gently shook her son on her lap, "When people get old, they are like a rusty gear. It's hard for you to turn their minds halfway. I was as stubborn as a child when I was young."

"I'm not stubborn." Josh raised his voice.

Mrs. De Winter chuckled: "Then, our lovely little Josh will definitely not care about the ignorant grandmother, will he?"

Josh just wanted to say no, but remembering the scarf his grandmother would knit for him every winter, Josh pondered for a while: "It depends on her performance!"

After finishing speaking, Josh stopped waiting for Mrs. de Winter's answer, jumped off her lap, and ran into his room.

"Look, our little Josh is a very cute child." Mrs. de Winter looked at the back of her little son running away, and murmured.

Mr. De Winter will come in from the corridor at the back of the restaurant and kiss his wife intimately: "Not as cute as you, my baby. No one is as cute as you, even our son .”

"Tsk, it's disgusting." Mrs. De Winter smiled lightly and put her arms around Mr. De Winter's neck.