Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Early the next morning, the rain passed and the sky cleared.

After a night of heavy rain, the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass leaves and the smell of moist earth.

Occasionally, a breeze blows, the leaves rattle, and the raindrops on the leaves fall smoothly and disappear without a trace in the wet soil.

At this time, it was 9:21 a.m., the sky was clear and the sun was shining, but some people were still indulging in sleep and falling asleep.

Wu Xian half sat on the bed, and looked helplessly at the child who was lying on top of him, who had clearly said that he would sleep for five minutes, but now that more than ten minutes have passed, he still sleeps like a little piglet.

He sighed, slowly sat up straight, reached out and gently pinned the child's hair that slept on his forehead behind his ear, then pinched the back of his neck, and coaxed in his mouth:

"Okay, my little ancestor, if you don't get up again, the sun will almost dry your buttocks, and I will be hot three times that tofu brain, and if it is hot, it will soon become dried tofu."

Wu Ling had a quilt in his legs, a small blanket on his body, and a small pillow in his arms, and his little face was red.

His eyelashes trembled after hearing Wu Xian's words, and then he stubbornly moved his little head, and raised three fingers in his hand.

The tone was thick and nasal when he just woke up, and he said a little coquettishly:

"Brother~ My good brother, I'll sleep for another five minutes, just five minutes."

Wu Xian looked at his three erected fingers, a smile flashed in his eyes, he reached out and pinched his three slender fingers, and his voice was a little helpless:

"Little ancestor, this is three."

After his words fell, Wu Ling's originally erected three little fingers instantly had two more.

Wu Xian was amused by his action.

He shook his head with a smile, reached out and pulled down Wu Ling's erected fingers, and said in a compromise:

"Okay, good, you win, go to sleep." "

Hey, hey.

Wu Ling opened his eyes and glanced at him with a smile, then reached out and tugged at Wu Xian's sleeve, and when he looked over, he looked at him with a quirky care.

"Brother loves you~

" Wu Xian was made even more smiling by his funny actions, and his fingers lightly tapped his head, and he chuckled:

"You."

Wu Ling tilted his head slightly to look at him, and his big eyes were full of unscrupulous little pride.

He seemed to know that no matter what he asked, the person in front of him would be able to satisfy him without reservation.

In just one day, the personality is pampered and tight.

Wu Ling rubbed forward, buried his head in Wu Xian's body, and in just a few seconds, he continued to talk to Zhou Gong for tea and chat.

Wu Xian also patiently pinched the back of his neck, put on the gold-wire glasses at the bedside with his other hand, and looked at the ancient book in front of the bed with his fingers.

For a moment, all that remained in the space was the sound of well-proportioned breathing and the rustle of the pages of a book.

Five minutes is not long, but it is not short, and the effort passed in the blink of an eye.

Wu Xian lowered his eyes slightly, and looked down at the person lying on his lap.

Sure enough, he saw the little piggy cub with a little snoring in his nose and some crystal saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his little face was flushed.

Wu Xian looked at the crystal clear liquid on his shirt, smiled helplessly at the corner of his mouth, picked up the tissue next to him with his right hand, and wiped the saliva from the corner of the little piglet's mouth with great skill.

He threw the tissue into the trash can in front of the bed, then touched Wu Ling's hair, and then retreated from under him with some cautious movements.

Raised his hand and stuffed a pillow into his arms, and walked out of the room silently, to heat the tofu brain for the fourth time, who didn't know if it was breakfast or lunch.

And when he closed the door, Wu Ling, who was originally asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the closed door, then rolled around with the pillow in his arms, rubbed it to Wu Xian's original position, and fell asleep again.

And by the time Wu Ling woke up completely, the sky was already bright.

He rubbed his eyes, got up from the bed with some difficulty, and sat cross-legged on a small pillow, looking at his surroundings with confused and confused eyes.

There is a kind of meaning that I don't know what year it is.

At this time, Wu Ling's nose suddenly moved, and a fragrant smell of food slipped into his nasal cavity.

His eyes lit up, and his somewhat sleepy brain was activated in an instant.

"It's so fragrant, it's the smell of fried meat with chili peppers!" Wu

Ling blinked, scratched his little blonde hair that slept a little fried, and a small gong played in his stomach.

He looked around, but he didn't see his brother in the room, and the fragrant smell kept wafting in through the crack in the door.

It looks like it's floating out of the kitchen downstairs.

Wu Ling listened to the movement downstairs as if he thought of something, and his big black and pure eyes instantly burst out with a strange brilliance.

He propped himself on the bed on his elbows, jumped off the bed with a grunt, stepped on his slippers, and walked outside with a clatter.

At this time, downstairs in the kitchen.

Wu Xianzheng was checking the tutorial on his phone, hurriedly cooking.

However, although his movements looked a little rusty, they were methodical.

The casserole on the stove is slowly simmering the fragrant yellow croaker gelatin duck pot, the thick soup is yellow and clear, the yellow croaker gelatin and duck meat in it have been completely stewed, and the fragrance permeates the whole kitchen.

In another small pot on the stovetop, the fragrant chili shoots are stir-fried and tender.

On the countertop next to it, there is also a plate of cold dishes that have been prepared, which is filled with the skinned shrimp that Wu Ling loves to eat.

There are also a few freshly washed tomatoes on the cutting board, which are ruddy and plump with sparkling water droplets.

After Wu Xian brushed the pot that had just finished frying the meat with chili peppers, he walked to the cutting board, looked at the tutorial of scrambled eggs with tomatoes in a certain red book with his fingers, and muttered to himself:

"Peel and chop the tomatoes first, then break up the eggs, ......and put them in the pot"

Wu Xian muttered halfway, and a crisp and lively little voice instantly came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Wow, it's so fragrant, brother, what are you cooking?"

Wu Xian subconsciously turned around when he heard the voice behind him.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw his little lazy pig, looking at him with crooked eyebrows and a bright smile.

Wu Ling saw that his brother noticed him, so he jumped and rushed in from the door with full energy, and grabbed Wu Xian's sleeve very naturally.

"Brother!"

Wu Xian saw Wu

Ling, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the little cub rubbing next to him, and asked with a smile, "Did the little lazy pig wake up?"