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The patriarch drove another two hours from the farm before returning home.

Tired as a dog, tired as a dead dog, the patriarch felt his body was hollowed out, the kind that could be made into a mummy by wrapping it in a white cloth.

But the moment he entered the door and saw Little Furong, he felt his body was filled again, that kind of full and solid sense of satisfaction.

Well, all the tiredness is worth it.

Patriarch: (????ω????) showing a kindly grandfather-like smile.jpg

"Are you hungry?" the patriarch asked Little Furong.

"Hungry..." Little Furong rubbed her stomach.

"Go to sleep first," the patriarch looked at Little Furong's dark circles that were about to drop to the ground, "I'll have something to eat in a while, and I'll wake you up when it's cooked."

Little Furong didn't close his eyes all night, but he couldn't bear to sleep, he finally looked forward to returning to his brother, he wished he could not get off the patriarch's body.

Little Furong bit her finger: (??????)?? Look at your brother more and you won't be sleepy anymore!

The patriarch didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his head arrogantly and coolly...sneaking.

According to the past practice, cooking must first process the ingredients.

The patriarch took a machete and dragged the dying Niu Niu to the bathroom, ready to dismember the body... no, to cut it into pieces.

"Why are you following here? Didn't you tell you to go to sleep?" The patriarch pushed out the little Furong who followed in, he was afraid that little Furong would see the large dismemberment... No, it was a large cattle slaughter site, and would leave An indelible psychological shadow.

And...this bloody, messy appearance also damaged his handsome and tall image in front of Little Furong.

"But I want to look at you, I want to look at my brother," Little Furong pawed at the door of the bathroom, reluctant to leave.

Although Little Furong didn't know what his brother was going to do with the cow who was already in the dog, but he just wanted to see his brother.They had been separated for a whole night, and every minute and every second they spent together seemed extremely precious.

"What's so interesting about me?" The patriarch rolled his big eyes, but he was secretly happy in his heart.Although Little Furong's words were simple, he was inexplicably happy to hear them.

Little Furong's dog-licking nature is opened, and the outlet is rainbow fart: "Brother is so good-looking! Brother shovels shit like playing golf!"

Patriarch: "..." Pompous.

Acting like a baby didn't seem to work, so Little Furong began to pretend to be pitiful, and said humblely: "Brother, I won't talk or disturb you, I'll just watch you quietly."

"Do you dare to watch horror movies?" The patriarch said with a hint of threat in his tone, "If you dare to watch it, come in."

Little Furong nodded: ヾ(*′▽'*)? "Horror movies, so good! I like horror movies the most! Exciting~"

The opponent didn't play cards according to the routine, and the patriarch was at a loss: "..." Okay.I lost.

Little Furong: o(*≧▽≦)ツ Looking forward to it!

The patriarch squatted on the bathroom floor, like a landowner planning a demolition plan.The sharp machete in his hand swivels "swish", shining silver light, it is a sharp weapon.

He quietly looked at the giant bull in front of him, his expression was solemn and full of worries, and he didn't know what to do.

He thought, how to slaughter is a problem.How about chopping up the bull's head and letting the blood out?Or just cut open the intestines and take out the internal organs?

Little Furong's stomach sounded the BGM of "Gulu Gulu" at the right time, the sound was so loud that the whole bathroom echoed.

He rubbed his belly embarrassedly: (〃ω〃) Oh.The stomach is disobedient.

After hearing this, the patriarch's eyes became fierce in an instant, he ground his molars, and his aura was as cold as frost.

My little Furong, can't be hungry!

Isn't that just slaughtering a cow?It should be about the same as killing people. Easyjob~

So, the man raised his knife and dropped it, "歘歘歘"——!The strength is thunderous, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, the killing is decisive, and the knife is like a god.

Blood flowed like a river in the bathroom, and a strong stench permeated the entire space. The blood stained the porcelain-white floor tiles red.

Niu Niu was stripped and skinned, and was brutally cut into large pieces of meat. This scene was too bloody, like an R-rated movie.

Little Furong squatted obediently by the side, looked at the patriarch excitedly, and almost waved the flag and shouted to send flowers, "Brother looks so handsome with a knife..."

"What's your hobby?" The patriarch wiped the blood on the knife, disgusted.

He thought to himself, fool, this knife almost sent you to see Hades.

But he was actually very happy to be praised so lavishly by Little Furong.So he slashed two more knives on Niu Niu, showing the man's majestic posture from a handsome angle.

Little Furong was in a nympho again: ?(??3?)?? Brother is the most handsome in the universe!

After the ingredients are processed, it is time to start cooking according to the recipe.

"Stir-fried beef with onions," the patriarch strictly followed the steps in the recipe and slowly learned: "Marinate sliced ​​beef with cornstarch, salt, light soy sauce, and cooking wine for 10 minutes. Then peel the fresh onions and wash them with water..... .”

Little Furong was like a sticky ghost, hooking her fingers on the apron belt of the patriarch, shaking, shaking, shaking.He didn't do anything substantive, just quietly accompanied the patriarch like this, slowly killing time.

"What are you doing?" the patriarch reprimanded unnaturally while marinating the sliced ​​beef in the bowl.

"Little Furong just wants to be called brother, hehe," Little Furong poked the patriarch's elbow, then wiped the patriarch's waist, calling "brother" and "brother", her voice as coquettish as a candy begging child.

"Are you finished?!" The patriarch was so stimulated that he was going crazy.

Little Furong is wronged but happy: (︶︿︶) 嘤嘤~

"Don't get in the way of my work here." The patriarch's neck was red all the way to the back of his ears, and he fake coughed twice. "Aren't you hungry? Go outside and wait, so I can work faster."

Little Furong's left ear went in and her right ear went out, but she still stood there refusing to move, her legs must have been glued to the floor.

The patriarch couldn't bear to yell at him, so he put on a bad face, "You're leaving soon!"

The old man was so anxious that his Taiwanese accent came out.

Little Furong, who was forcibly driven away, said courteously, "Brother, I can help you!"

Little Hibiscus attributes: licking dogs, beautifying dogs, shaking M, blindly engaging in personality cult, is his brother Nangel's poisonous only.

In fact, it was mainly because Little Furong really wanted to do something to prove that he was not a rice moth or a burden to others, and that he could help his brother!He has contributed to this family!

He was still surprised by what happened tonight.He was really afraid that one day, Nangel would throw away him who was useless.

Just a few hours ago, the patriarch didn't come back for a long time. Little Furong stayed alone in this big empty house, desperate to the extreme. He thought that he was really abandoned by the patriarch.

The mood of looking forward to the other party's return, the loneliness of being alone in the living room, is more terrifying than the false sleep of the past eight years.

So Little Furong is eager to express herself.He did so much just to win the patriarch's favor, to improve his own sense of existence and usability.

At this moment, little Furong is like an enthusiastic salesman, he is eager to sell himself to the patriarch: "Brother, I, I will help you? Wash the vegetables? Cut the vegetables? Wash the rice? Peel the garlic? What do you need me to do?" ?”

The patriarch was very tired: "...I don't need you to do anything." How could he be willing to dip Little Furong's white and tender hands in the spring water.

The head of the patriarch, a nearly 40-year-old man with fierce milk, put on a face of "stay away from strangers" and ordered Xiao Furong to go to the living room to watch TV.

Little Furong hesitated: "But I—"

"Go!" the patriarch yelled, and he chased people away.

"Oh..." Little Furong turned her head three times at each step, like a watchdog.

The patriarch stared: "You still watch?! Don't watch!"

Little Furong: (???) If you don’t watch it, don’t watch it, huh~

Patriarch: (?(//?Д/?/)?) Fierce!

The author says:

Patriarch: Fans love me so much, it's really hard to deal with.