Orcs Build a Well-off Society

I have to say that habit is really a terrible thing. This feeling is especially obvious when a certain kind of habit and dependence in life and spirit disappears.

Now, civilization is plagued by this emotion.

He had always felt that he was an independent person before, and he has maintained this perception for the past nineteen years. But...Oh my God, Palos has only been away for a week, but he has insomnia and emptiness and loneliness.

Civilization has to admit that he really missed Palos' warm and strong chest, his passionate kisses full of love and the silent tall figure that you can see when you turn around...

"Daddy, Daddy, things are going to be mashed!" The immature childish voice awakened civilization's wandering spirit. After civilization recovered, he saw the hot oil in the pot smoking "sizzling". In a hurry, pour the ground **** and garlic prepared on the side and stir fry until fragrant, then pour the long pieces of meat down and quickly stir-fry.

"Daddy, it's a trivial matter to get confused later, if you accidentally catch fire, it will be terrible." Little Jevons put his hands behind his back like a little adult, and nodded as he spoke.

Add salt, green onion, soy sauce, pepper, sugar, animal oil, etc. to the half-cooked meat while boiling the scorched meat, and cover the pot. After doing all this, Wenming turned and knelt down to touch the little Jevons who has been following him: "Oh, well, you are right. I'm so sorry, Jevons...I was wrong during this time, so hard for you. ."

Of course he knew how much his little bun worried about him. Since Palos left, little Jevons has hardly gone out to play-he is such an adult, and his son has to worry about him.

I really shouldn't think about it.

"Well, it's okay, I know you miss your father," Little Jevons smiled as a small adult, and then became teased. "Uncle Neal and Uncle Parson have both said it. Well, no wonder my father was leaving before he left. Give me such a glorious and great task."

Uh... Jevons, dear, I will be even more touched if you don't say the following sentence-a row of black lines hangs on the head of civilization.

Is your own image like this in your son's heart? Civilization is a bit speechless.

After reassuring little Jevons that he would never have the previous situation, he finally persuaded the little guy out of the kitchen. But Wenming feels very heart-warming—well, look, his children are so sensible.

The civilized hometown lays eggs and makes salted eggs every year. Although he can't eat much at one time, he can cook some and save for cooking. Just like the seaweed egg drop soup is a classic, the cucumber preserved egg soup is also a perfect match-the civilized mother, because I heard that this can be used to lose weight, but I have to let Wenming make it once every two days.

Take out an egg that was soaked in salt water a few days ago (because the eggs here are quite big, and the eggs of small birds are comparable to those of chickens and ducks, not to mention that they are produced by the beast). Shell.

Peel the potatoes and cut into strips, crush the cooked salted egg yolk with a knife, add sugar and mix thoroughly. Boil the oil in the pot until it is ripe, slowly add the potato strips along the edge of the pot, fry it until the golden brown skin is slightly wrinkled, and pick it up, and place it in a bamboo strip to control the oil.

Add a little oil to the pan again, add salted egg yolk and stir-fry well, add potato chips and stir-fry evenly out of the pan.

After cooking two dishes, Wenming bent over and took out some sauerkraut from the jar. Looking at a few sour radishes on the plate, Wenming thought for a while and added a few more pieces of sauerkraut.

Cut the sauerkraut into fine shreds, and the civilization swallowed his saliva, and chopped the Humming beast's meat into minced meat—as the strength gradually increased, the manual chop of the meat was not a problem—add sweet potato starch and egg white and mix thoroughly.

After the water has boiled, add shredded sauerkraut, boil the water again, squeeze the minced meat from the mouth of the tiger into meatballs and put it in the pot.

The previously marinated meat has been prepared. After it is out of the pan, control the marinade, cut it into finger-thin strips, and slightly fry it in the pan.

When it was on the table, the first chopsticks of Little Jevons stretched over to the deep-fried braised pork strips-crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, rich in stewed fragrant, great, great o(≧v≦)o~~

When Little Jevons spooned a small half bowl of steamed rice and ate it, he found out how his father was as picky as he was—Let's see, that bowl of sauerkraut and meatball soup, especially the soup, almost has to be eaten by his own dad. Daddy drank it all.

Hmm, is it really so delicious? Jevons hurriedly scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth: "...poof...so sour..." Frowning his brows, little Jevons looked surprised, "Daddy, this soup is so sour, you Is there a lot of sauerkraut?"

As he said this, he quickly ate it with a chopsticks, egg yolk and potato chips-it must be like this, look, this dish tastes very good.

Wenming disagrees with his little bun's words: "It's impossible. Even if I seem to think that I put too much sauerkraut, I didn't feel it sour when I ate it myself, but it tasted just right."

However, civilization does not think that his little bun is lying, his children know what character they are. So he just touched the soft hair of his little Jevons: "It seems that Dad is really out of state recently. I am embarrassed to ignore the little baby. Dad will make you a soup you like in the evening... "

"I want to drink ribs soup!" Little Jevons, his eyes lit up when he heard it, and he quickly raised a hand to express his opinion. He likes to drink ribs soup the most. There are meat and soup, as well as crunchy bones, which is great.

"Well, how about a spare rib soup and a fried pork loin?" The little guy also likes it very much. It can be eaten with rice or as a snack.

"Okay, okay! Daddy, you're great! Jevons likes you the most!" The little guy hadn't inherited his dad's facial paralysis, and his pink face was flushed with joy.

"Well, Jevons, let's eat quickly," Wenming took a chopsticks and put a vegetable dish into the little guy's bowl, poking at the bulging bun's face, "Don't be picky eaters."

In the afternoon, Little Jevons was going out to play, and he jumped to Crusch and Parson’s house. He looked at a little Noah bun who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and he licked his lips: Father said, brave little. Orcs don't waste time in sleeping. No wonder the Orcs are weaker. It turns out that they use their activity time to sleep.

Eating Parson’s sweet potato candies, little Jevons was still a little worried about his father: "Uncle Parson, how attractive is your father? My father is such a powerful person, since his father left. I froze from time to time...today I put too much sauerkraut in the soup at noon today. Alas...so my teeth are falling out~ but it’s strange that Daddy didn’t feel sour at all, so he drank the soup clean. Jing—Uncle Parson, you said, from time to time my father took away the great dad, leaving behind the stupid dad?"

Parson listened to Little Jevons with great interest at the beginning, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard the expression of "the teeth are sour" made by Jevons in front of him. But when I heard it later, my face changed a little: "Uh... Jevons, are you serious? Xiao Ming is really not afraid of acid, and has eaten up that food?"

I was taken aback by Parson's sudden seriousness, but little Jevons quickly recovered and nodded: "Yes, it's really sour."

"...Oh my God..." Parson now has a conjecture in his head, but he still dare not confirm it. When he thinks that his conjecture is likely to be true... Parson can't sit still, "Quick, Jiewen Si, your dad is still at home, isn't it? We'll look for him right away."

This kind of thing can't be delayed. Crusch went hunting, and Parson simply packed and hugged Little Noah and walked together.

Wenming is sewing up clothes at home—children are naughty, and they tend to tear their cuffs and knees. As a result, Parson was holding little Noah, followed by his little Jevons. Apart from anything else, he dragged himself out without saying anything... Uh, could it be that his little leopard caused some trouble?

When he arrived at the Great Witch Miller, the bewildered civilization was seated on a chair by Parson. But Parson hurriedly told Miller to stop the action of turning over the herbs in his hand, and quickly came over to show Civilization.

"I...I'm not sick..." Civilization doesn't know why Parson's face looks like an enemy. Except for the sleeping little Noah in his arms, his own little Jevons was also scared by Parson's appearance. Now, I looked at my dad nervously.

Parson glanced around, only to realize that he seemed a little scared to everyone, and he quickly coughed twice, ready to explain.

"Wait..." Miller interrupted what Parson was about to say, and after a while, he showed a smile, "Sure enough...Congratulations, Xiao Ming! You have a cub again!"

"..." Civilization blinked, "Uh, what did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly because the wind was too strong..."

"Daddy! I'm going to have a younger brother, right?" Little Jevons digested it quickly, and was so happy that he subconsciously pounced on Civilization, but was caught by Parson halfway through: "Since I know Don't be too impulsive if your father has a younger brother."

Civilization touched his stomach in disbelief—well, there is it again? Steamed buns again?

Parson smiled: "It's great, Xiao Ming, there are cubs so soon!" It is not common for the Orcs to have cubs for the second time, but it is not uncommon. For example, Parson and Palos were conceived twice by Kelly.

"Of course, except for Xiao Ming, you are very good, Palos is amazing," Parson joked. He hoped that the cubs had been waiting for so many years. I guess there will be noah in this life, but he didn't expect his brother and Xiao Ming to be. So "strong", Parson is a little worried about this, "Oh, it would be nice to find out earlier, now Palos can't be contacted outside..."

Before Parson finished speaking, he saw Wenming raised his head and said firmly: "Even without Palos' care, I will definitely raise our children well." With the first time, the second time will be accepted soon. There are too many of them. Pull the little Jevons over, kiss the other's chubby little cheeks, and said with a smile, "I definitely can."

Parson chuckled and shook his head: "Xiaoming, you have forgotten us. Crusch and I will do our best to help you. Well, don't worry, you, Jevons, and your stomach I’ll take care of all three of you. I’m sure that Palos will be happy when he comes back!"

"By the way, Great Witch, can you know whether the cub is an Orc or an Orc?" After the civilization had a little Jevons, the paternal love became more and more. Thinking that although Palos had left temporarily, he had left such a vigorous little life for himself, he couldn't help but feel that civilization felt an uplifting feeling in his heart.

"Well, I don't know yet..." Miller shook his head, "Because the time is not long... But you have to come here every few days during this time... Well, in the rainy season, don't worry, I will To your house."

"Thank you then." Civilization actually wants a little orc, but Palos seems to like the little Asian orcs more (well, this is how mom likes sons and dad likes daughters?), so...

Civilization touched his face and stared at his stomach curiously. The little Jevons, who was intently looking, would be nice if he really was a little Asian Orc-although he had to be pregnant for a longer time, but his own child, no matter how painful and tired he was, he was willing.

Because it was Parson holding the child and pulling the civilization, followed by the little Jevons ran to the big witch, so soon, Neil and the others also knew that the civilization had picked up the little bun again.

Kelly and Hines were very happy, saying that they must take good care of civilization anyway. In addition to congratulating civilization, Neil looked at each other's belly very enviously, and touched his still flat belly a little bitterly, wishing that the cute little cub jumped from the other's belly into his own belly.

However, this little emotion passed quickly, and he enthusiastically said that he should take good care of civilization—well, I heard that after spending a long time with the sub-orcs with cubs, he will also become easy to conceive...Uh, Xiao Ming has a second little bun so soon, so maybe he can get some good luck?

After all, in the tribe, the little buns are not just cute things, but the future!

The author has something to say: hhjj, there are several other great truth emperors, and Shao held up a pot of dog blood (I really want to hold a few pots of dog blood QAQ)...

Shao wanted Xiao Ming to steam the steamed buns again. It is estimated that the steamed buns are finished, and Palos is about to come back. However, Shao has been revising the article recently, and found that the revised article can be reposted (it was a little confused after reading the previous thoughts...). By the way, the name of the little bun was not collected last time. This time I will help Shao again. Think about it, it can be spoiled, they are twins~~