Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1942 Tribulation (16)

He hugged the fox and sniffed.

Rubbing its head, rubbing its ears.

The action is visible to the naked eye.

Love it, love it for a moment.

The fox was in his arms, lazily, and licked him again.

Licking his cheeks, and those red, swollen eyes.

He bent the corners of his lips, as if he liked its intimacy very much.

I couldn't help rubbing it again, and kept saying: "Fox...fox..."

He likes his fox.

"..." The fox hung its tail and moved lazily.

The boy held it, his eyes sparkling.

Keep staring at it and touching it.

Touch its soft fur, warm body, and big cunning tail.

I like it no matter how I look at it, I like it too much.

The fox groaned and put its paw on his shoulder.

Seeing that he finally stopped crying, it tilted its head and looked towards the stove.

Straightforwardly and unabashedly.

The boy who had been paying attention to it also followed suit.

After looking at it, I found the difference.

He froze for a moment.

At this time, there was no one else in the small kitchen except him and the fox.

Those bad soldiers who were clamoring for a share of food just now, for some reason, are gone.

The pot was covered with a lid and a spoon on top.

It was steaming hot, and the firewood underneath was still burning and smoking.

The smell of meat is overflowing, and it is delicious.

The lid of the pot was well covered, and it seemed that it had not been touched by the soldiers.

The boy was stunned, watching quietly with wet eyeballs.

A little dazed.

He didn't know why there was something cooked in his home.

Even, there seemed to be meat.

Obviously, he has no money and cannot afford meat...

He stared blankly at the fragrant pot, holding the big fox in his arms, motionless.

It seems that there are still some unresponsive.

The fox achieved his goal and finally leaned on his shoulder with peace of mind.

Lazily, tail drooping.

The tip of the tail wags slightly.

The boy stood there, staring at it for a long time.

Then, he lowered his moist eyelashes and pursed his lips.

The stomach growled again, very loudly.

It sounded as if the whole house could hear it.

The fox, who was resting on his shoulders, drooped its ears, and trembled.

There was no reaction, just quietly, and licked him again.

very intimate.

The boy's ears were a little red, but he didn't say anything when he looked at it.

He only touched its hair lightly, his eyes were dazed, and he was a little absent-minded.

"Is it her..."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

Is it her...

The... person who took care of him yesterday.

The boy lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

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After washing the dishes, open the lid of the pot.

The boy scooped out the porridge from the pot.

He scooped up a large basin full of tender fresh meat.

Sprinkled with chopped green onion, it is very fragrant and fragrant.

It was so fragrant that his stomach was growling crazily.

Saliva is also secreted involuntarily.

The boy scooped up the porridge and blew.

Then he carefully held the bowl and brought it to the fox.

Give it a go first.

"You're hungry too, aren't you?"

He squatted on the ground, his eyes were red and swollen, but they were still bright.

Looking at it brightly, I reached out to touch its fluffy little head.

"You eat the ones with a lot of meat."

He wanted to give it the delicious food first.

When it is finished, he will eat again.

The fox looked at him, then at the porridge left over.

He didn't shirk it, flicked his tail, and ate.

Keep your head down and eat quietly.

(End of this chapter)