Vol 7 Chapter 901: Eat, month

Lu Zhengkang glanced around the room, the fireplace, bookshelf, candlestick, coat rack, and a rectangular table. On the table was a hot plate of pie, which should have just been taken out from the north kitchen, and it was hot. The heat evaporates from the pie, and it condenses into a thin mist that surrounds the petals of the emerald green orchid plant on the tabletop. If you don’t eat this pie, when the water mist condenses on the leaf veins, it turns into dew drops and falls on the pie crust. It will lose the crispy taste when it becomes wet.
　　 Lu Zongping can almost judge this dangerous time: water drops will drip after one minute and twenty-one seconds.
Seeing him hesitating in the hallway of the lounge, Toril greeted him in a loud voice. While carefully pinning the bookmark, folded the book and put it on her lap. She pressed the cover of the book with her hands in a very calm posture, "Hey little guy, Did you see the pie on the table? It's still very hot now, why don't you take a nap and come again?"
　　 let him return without success? That is absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible, impossible, Lu Zongping, full of determination, ran into the kitchen, took out two large shallow plates from the cupboard, and took a knife and fork.
Toril panicked and looked around on the sofa: she looked like her legs were sealed by the sofa, bent her knees and moved on the sofa seat, and her heart burst in fright when she looked at the knife in Lu Zongping's hand. Jump straight.
"Child, you can't use such dangerous tools. What if you hurt yourself?" Toril hurriedly wanted to get up. Lu Zongping had already cut the butterscotch cinnamon pie into six equal parts. He moved Soon, without thinking. He took a copy of each and placed it on two large platters, and then placed a knife and fork on one side of the plate, acting like a diligent master.
　　Toril was relieved, "Oh, it's beyond my expectation, do you often do housework, kid?"
Lu Zongping didn’t speak, he was doing housework for the first time: if it is also called housework, it’s just that he has a high control over this simple job, it's nothing more than dispatching, assigning, and arranging. Foreseen it.
　　 Hot pie, served in a round bowl, roasted by fire magic, with a long-lasting heat. If it hadn't been for Toril to take out the pie in advance, she would have to worry about Lu Zongping being burned.
　　Lu Zongping brought a portion of butterscotch cinnamon pie to Toril. This was a respect for the host family. Even travellers must be polite. Lu Zongping is very demanding of himself.
　　 Toril gently rubbed the boy's comfortable hair, "My boy, I find you are a bit too sensible. I really don't know what you have experienced."
　　Lu Zongping: -_-
　　 Sure enough, a man like me will make women involuntarily attracted by the mysterious temperament of me, hehe.
　　Toril finally got rid of the shackles of the sofa, and the soft cushions will always make people feel lingering. Lu Zongping sat side by side with her at the dining table. Toriel was very polite. He carefully cut the pie crust with a fork, taking only a small bite at a time, just like careless brushstrokes. She gave this special gift to the child. The faction didn't have much interest, and looked sideways at Lu Zongping from time to time.
　　The flowing cinnamon pie, the filling is not completely solidified, and it maintains a certain fluidity. When you gently press the pie crust, you can hear a soft crackling sound. The filling flows out and overflows on the plate, and the aroma is more abundant. Lu Zongping didn't like forks. He directly cut a large piece with the knife and sent it across the entrance, licking the residue on the surface of the knife with his tongue, watching Toril frightened.
　　Toril whispered softly: "Oh, this kid is so weird, so uncomfortable, but in general, he is still a good kid."
　　Lu Zongping finished one portion and added another portion to his plate. He eats a lot, but he is not often hungry. He eats two portions to express his affirmation of Toril's craftsmanship.
　　 During the journey, the different people encountered are also very important scenery. Lu Zongping is not in a hurry to continue exploring the underground world. He plans to stay at Toril’s house for a while. Aries Toriel thought exactly the same, she was ready to educate Lu Zongping herself.
　　 After the meal, Toril hoped that Lu Zongping would take a nap to replenish his energy, and at the same time would relieve his frightened mood. A child who rushes into a new world will always feel fear, even if it does not show it. Lu Zongping felt that he was completely strong enough. Toril also asked him to wear shoes: there was a box full of children's shoes in the bedroom.
　　 Lu Zongping fell down naked, his clothes were woven with flowers, he was barefoot, and his white, plump and gratifying little feet stepped on the ground without any dirt. Toril was so fond of looking at the boy who was not cute. His perfection is not natural, and he is too natural to be refined, perhaps only natural sacredness can do it.
　　Lu Zongping can go back and take a nap. He is also a little sleepy after the meal, but he doesn't plan to wear shoes. He doesn't like the style of those shoes, which is a little bit girly, and hinders his touch of the earth.
　　 The fluffy single bed has fluffy duvets, Lu Zongping fell asleep.
Toril opened the door quietly, and the room was dark and dim. The boy was lying flat on the bed. He suddenly turned sideways and curled up. Aries gently walked to the bed and looked at Lu Zongping’s face, white and white. Beautiful, like a white jade human face sculpture with closed eyes, as if the sun is shining, even if the room is really dark and dim, but this boy gives people the warmth of the whole world~EbookFREE.me~ There is such a beautiful thing in the world. Kid?
　　Toril regards this heavenly human child as a special gift.
Aries gently stroked Lu Zongping’s forehead and pressed it against his smooth skin to detect his subtle tremors. The boy breathed evenly and suddenly frowned. Toriel suspected that he disturbed his sleep. Withdrawing and leaving, the boy raised his hand and fumbled around, as if chasing something. Did he dream? It must be.
　　 Toril lightly held the boy's anxious palm, his brows relaxed.
The peaceful dream is the gentle branches of the moon god, boy, don’t panic, the sun will come out; the deep quiet flow in the night, flowing through the long boat, the monsters are in the sky, singing the song of nature, cloud Let it go, and the fog will go; the rock dome is cracked, the earth and stone dome is cracked, and the branches of the moon are long; boy, don't panic, oh, the sun will come out; the underground is the sky, and the sky is the ocean , Monsters are on the sea, singing enchanting songs, the waves subsided, the storm subsided; the dome of the atmosphere collapsed, the dome of the weather collapsed, the branches of the moon were high; boy, don't panic, oh, the sun will come out.
　　Lu Zongping lightly held Aries' thumb, he seemed to be climbing the branches of the moon god, flying up into the sky, and there were sparse stars and moons in the clear sky.
　　
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