About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Orson retracted his head halfway through speaking, Tallulah looked back with 3 points of surprise, 3 points of confusion, 4 points of curiosity, and the remaining 90 points of killing eyes were too aggressive.

It's not that Orson can't understand, after all, the man in front of him is calling his wife when they meet, and he's making a fuss with him.

But even so, Orson could only bite the bullet. Maybe he was the only one who knew that Tallulah's mental state was wrong. If that was the case, then this was his job!

"I really don't have any strange ideas, sister Tazi!"

"Miss Tazi...? Forget it, I know, but you'd better not have any expectations. I don't have any tasks like marching and reconnaissance today, so all I have to do is ordinary work."

"Wouldn't that be better, if there is a real fight, I will just collapse and sell myself."

"..."

Tallulah experienced a blood pressure roller coaster, and finally decided not to be so knowledgeable with this kind of futures.

"Then please give me your advice today!"

Orson expressed his gratitude to Sister Tazi for not killing her, and then followed Talula to a unique room with a chimney.

According to Orson's many years of experience in architecture, this is the command room.

As the leader of the integration movement, Tallula's usual work should be those.

Point out the country on the sand table, think about the next liberation route in front of the Ursus territory, interview those infected in person, and see if you can find like-minded people with lofty ideals.

Although I don't know anything about these things, I am a man who has played StarCraft and Red Police, so I still know a thing or two about the art of war.

For example, change house, change house, and change house.

I think too much, I am not interfering with Tallulah's work, but looking for a way to relieve the tense [melody] that will break at any time.

"Pfft?"

Orson nodded to himself, and was suddenly thrown by Tallulah with two white things. After picking it up, he found that it was a pair of sleeves.

"The first task, cooking."

At some point, Tallulah put on an apron over her military uniform, holding a kitchen knife and potatoes in her hand.

"?"

Orson took two steps back and glanced at the sign on the building, only to find that the word kitchen was written on it.Today's Menu: Stewed Corn with Cabbage and Potatoes

"Well, the recipe is surprisingly simple."

Tallula glanced at the ingredients on the chopping board, then nodded, rolled up her sleeves and was ready to start.

"...ah this"

Orson on the side was completely dumbfounded, occasionally blinking twice to prove that he didn't eat Zawarudo.

Although there was a big gap between Tallulah and Orson's impression of the "tyrant of the integration movement" at this time, Orson still couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

The powerful, terrifying, tyrannical, and suffocating leader of the infected——is cooking in the kitchen himself.

Not only that, but her cooking skills can only be described as tragedy.

"First step, peel the potatoes—"

"Why do you have to reach for the sword at your waist when you mention peeling potatoes!"

Orson complained loudly about Tallulah's operation of preparing the big sword to peel potatoes, and then pointed to the kitchen knife on the chopping board.

"Isn't it good to use the way you are good at?"

"The premise is within the scope of 'kitchen utensils'..."

Tallulah sighed, picked up the kitchen knife and began to peel the potatoes.

During this process, Orson was just OMO, he watched Tallulah peel a potato with skin into a French fries.

"Strange, is the skin of potatoes so thick?"

Tallulah held the french fries thoughtfully.

Orson didn't know whether to complain at this time, if he complained, he would probably become the fuel for the next meal.

After throwing the fries into the pot, Tallulah started the second step according to the menu, threshing the corn.

"It's more difficult than imagined...it was obviously easy when Shuangxing and Alina did it...?"

Because there are not enough ingredients and everyone wants to eat corn, the corn needs to be threshed and put into the pot, but Tallulah is obviously stuck at this step.

"Try twisting both hands in different directions?"

Orson made a demonstration next to him. Anyway, he has lived here for more than half a year, and Orson's farming level has reached a proficient level.

"..."

Tallula glanced at Orson and changed her technique, but she still couldn't rub out the corn kernels smoothly.

"..."

Although the expression on his face didn't change, Orson could clearly feel that Tallulah's anger was increasing.

"Well, calm down, why don't you let me come, Sister Ta. Are you going to go to the next step?"

"I'm not angry, why would you make such a judgment?"

"How should I put it, uh, you made a lot of popcorn."

Orson pointed to the corn in Tallulah's hand, and the few rubbed corn kernels all bloomed like flowers under high temperature heating.

"..."

Tallulah put the corn into the dustpan, got up silently to look at the next step of the menu.

After Orson finished rubbing Tallulah's portion of corn, he wiped his sweat and got up, and then happened to see Tallulah throwing a whole rinsed cabbage into the pot.

"Pfft!"

The stew pot collided violently with Orson's three views.

The stew, which was supposed to be done in 20 minutes, took an hour with Tallulah's help, 1 minutes of which was spent by Orson wiping his ass.

"...Everyone has his own aspirations."

Staring at the stew in the pot, judging from the results, it was pretty good, and Tallulah silently said these four words.

"Maybe I'm not good at Ursus cuisine."

"Stews can make you stew like this. Sister Tazi, you probably aren't good at carbon-based bio-cooking!"

Before finishing his sentence, Orson was smacked by the popcorn.

After finishing lunch, Orson carried two more sets of fishing gear and followed Tallulah to a frozen river.

Looks like the next job is fishing.

Orson took out the drill bit for drilling ice, but before he reached the ice, he was stopped by Tallulah.

I saw this Drake girl walking on the frozen river, squatting down and gently sticking her palms on the ice.

Chi-

After a burst of water mist, a hole the size of a palm was scalded on the ice surface.

"you are welcome."

Tallula's tone was subtly proud, while Orson was blinking on the spot with a drill.

It seems that twenty-four filial piety is not deceiving me, it is theoretically feasible to lie on ice and ask for carp - as long as the person lying on the ice is a fire-breathing Drake.

After skipping the hole drilling stage, the two of them sat on a bench in front of different holes, threw the hooks down and started fishing.

At first, Tallulah's mood was fairly stable, but when Orson caught the fifth fish, and Tallulah's side still had nothing to catch, the infected fighter stood up from the chair without a word, Without saying a word, he stood beside Orson, just staring at him.

"……that"

"—"

"Uh, Sister Ta...?"

"—"

"Okay, okay, I'll change places with you!"

The silent pressure made Orson sweat coldly in the ice and snow, he could only get up and give Tallulah his fishing hole.

The two switched places, but the result was unchanged.

Tallulah watched Orson catch the fish speechlessly with a black face.Orson also had a dark face and begged these gilled things to stop bumping into his hook.

On the fifth fish after the switch, Orson stood up first, his survival instinct roaring in his body.

"That—Miss Ta, how did you catch the fish?"

Orson took the initiative to ask Tallulah.

"As others taught, throw the hook down and stare at the float."

"The hook... what's on your hook?"

Tallulah pulled the hook up, only to see a... block of ice wrapped around it.

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other.

"Are you fishing or ghost hunting! Ghosts are not as foolish as you... Pooh! Sorry I was wrong—"

Orson very docilely told Tallulah the correct way to choose bait.

Afterwards, when Tallulah caught the first fish, she showed an obvious smile, but thinking of Orson by her side, Tallulah immediately put away her smile, but her [Melody] did relax a little a little bit.

After a fruitful harvest, Orson followed Tallulah to the next place—a crude cross.

This time Tallulah didn't say what to do, she just lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes.

Orson quickly understood that this place was probably a tomb for the past dead, so he closed his eyes.

"Who are you mourning for?" Tallulah's questioning voice came over.

"The infected people in those villages."

"And what about the villagers?"