I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 1351 Tabby Cat Murong Che
I wish this feeling could be delayed longer, longer.

She looked at Murong Che greedily for a long time before turning around and walking towards the kitchen.

She thought the kitchen would be dirty, but she didn't expect the kitchen to be incredibly clean, without a speck of dust. She stroked every inch of the place with her soft fingertips, and told herself, don't be greedy, don't be addicted, she has task to do.

There are a lot of meat hanging on the wall, and there are a lot of fresh vegetables in the grass frame, which seem to be freshly prepared, without wilting or withering.

Ruoge is relatively independent and can cook a delicious meal.

She washed her hands, grilled the vegetables, cut the meat, and dragged a small bench over to sit there worrying about the stove. She was not good at lighting firewood. At this moment, Murong Che, who was holding a handful of sunflower seeds, lazily leaned Looking at the motionless Ruoge in front of the door frame, she pulled her lips: "What? You can see Huo just by looking at it like that? Do you really think you are a fairy?"

Ruoge ignored the sarcasm in his words, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Murong Che, will you start a fire?"

"Cause fire?" Murong Che frowned, how could a son like him start fire.

Seeing his tangled look, Ruoge knew he couldn't be counted on, so he said, "Forget it, I'll do it myself, you go back and rest, and I'll call you when the meal is ready."

This is really getting more and more awkward the more I hear it.

It's as if I'm a wine bag and a rice bag, who doesn't know anything, but just waits to eat.

He threw the small bunch of sunflower seeds aside, striding towards the kitchen, a large shadow blocked Ruoge: "Who said that the lord can't do it."

"Oh? Then you come." Ruoge knew that he was talking bravely here, so he stepped aside.

Murong Che pursed his lips and scanned around: "Should we split the firewood first?"

"En." Ruoge replied, in fact, there was chopped firewood in the firewood room, but he didn't know it, it seems that he thought life was all about paying for it.

live?
These three words jumped into Ruoge's mind and made her panic.

How could she have such an idea.

Murong Che walked out vigorously, picked up the ax and struck at the firewood...

Ruoge frowned and walked out to stop him, Murong Che stopped what he was doing and looked at her puzzled.

Ruoge set up the firewood: "It needs to be split into pieces."

"Oh." Murong Che, who had kicked the iron board, replied in embarrassment, and struck at the firewood again.

Ruoge couldn't recover from his look of a family man.

"Ruoge, my lord has split it." Murong Che, who touched something new, was as happy as a child, waving the split firewood to show off to her, just like a child waiting to be praised.

Unexpectedly, Ruoge just glanced at it lightly, and then said lightly: "Take it in."

"..." Murong Che stood there in a daze, and said to himself with some disappointment: Don't you praise me for being so good at chopping?
The so-called difficulty in the beginning was nothing more than that in Murong Che's eyes. He held the firewood and sat directly on the small bench in front of the stove, desperately lighting the fire with the firewood, but burning firewood is a technical job.

Either it lights up and then goes out, or it doesn't light up at all.

In the end, the anxious Murong Che almost jumped, and it took a quarter of an hour to light the firewood. He raised his head happily: "Ruoge, it's on, it's on."

Ruoge followed the prestige, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Murong Che who looked like a big tabby cat.

(End of this chapter)