Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"Um... I accidentally made too much..."

Actually, it's because Afu only knows how to make dumplings; he hasn't learned anything else, so naturally he can't make any of them. That's why he only made a bunch of dumplings.

The other dishes were prepared by Lucifer when he returned.

Chen Ming looked at A Fu, wondering if he had done something slightly better this time than he intended. The dazed Fu Jianxian was truly amusing.

He smiled and said—

"It's okay, dumplings are delicious too. I used to make a lot of dumplings and put them in the refrigerator."

You can sell any leftovers, and it's very convenient. You can store them and steam them whenever you want to eat them. At most, you'll only cook more dishes when the landlady comes over for a meal.

He doesn't want to cook for himself.

Until Lucifer arrived, then Dongyi, Cerberus... Gradually, the family grew to include so many people, and Chen Ming felt a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both emotion and reflection).

Dong Yi ate his dumplings, looked at Chen Ming, and said—

"By the way, aren't you interested in learning how to become a sword immortal? Let Afu teach you."

"I am somewhat interested."

Chen Ming said—

"Isn't flying on a sword a lot of fun?"

"Really? Worn shoes."

"...That's because you're a good-for-nothing."

Dong Yi fell silent, hunching his shoulders as he ate. So what if I'm a good-for-nothing? You're still going to support me, aren't you? Hmph, being supported by someone doesn't make me too much of a good-for-nothing.

The landlady looked at the angel lady and said to Chen Ming—

Can I touch your toy?

"...What? What do you mean, my toy? She's an angel, Raphael, not my toy."

Although Chen Ming said that, in reality he was not much different from his toys, so he didn't have much confidence in his words.

The landlady touched the angel's wings and said—

"So soft, it feels so good."

"Yes, I really want a blanket like that. I'm collecting the lint it sheds, but I don't know how long it will take to collect enough for one blanket."

"..."

The landlady squinted at Chen Ming. Hadn't he realized there was a way? If he shared a bed with the angel, he could use her wings as a blanket…

Let's not remind him.

The landlady was eating with her head down.

Afu came out of the kitchen after putting away her apron, blinking her gray eyes. Earlier, after hearing Dongyi's words, she sat down and looked at Chen Ming, saying—

"Mr. Chen Ming, would you like to learn how to fly with a sword?"

"Yes... Also, just call me Chen Ming."

There's no need to be so distant now.

Afu scratched his head and said with a smile—

"Okay, I understand. If you want to learn flying swords, I have the teaching materials here. I'll gradually transfer some power to you to help you, and you should see results soon."

"Transferring power? Is that a good idea?"

"It's just an introduction; it's easier to experience things directly."

Ah Fu said—

"It won't do any harm."

Chen Ming nodded and said—

"Okay, I'll try it when I have time."

It's really just a bit of interest. When it comes to actually spending time learning it, it feels a bit troublesome. Things that are too easy to get are not worth cherishing.

Chen Ming smiled and realized he was being a bit of a jerk.

……

Everyone was eating, but Miss Angel remained sitting motionless, completely dazed.

Chen Ming was a little confused, then remembered that he hadn't given her any instructions about eating, so he said—

"Let's eat."

Miss Angel accepted the instruction, but tilted her head, looking at the bowl and chopsticks in front of her with a puzzled expression.

How is this going?

Lucifer looked at Chen Ming and explained—

“If she has never used chopsticks or eaten before, she will not be able to carry out instructions that she has never done before.”

You can't understand things you haven't done, and you can't retrieve coping strategies from past bodily memories.

He scratched his head and said—

"What should I do?"

"Teach her, just let her learn how to deal with it."

Let her body remember what you teach, and then learn to respond in more ways, leaving an imprint on her.

Chen Ming nodded.

He reached out and circled around Miss Angel's voluptuous body, almost embracing her, holding her hands in his own, and patiently taught her how to hold chopsticks, saying—

"These are chopsticks. You hold them like this. Then you extend them to pick up food."

Miss Angel was being manipulated by him, moving about blankly as her body slowly memorized what he taught her, picking up food with chopsticks.

Slowly put it in your mouth...

Chewing, experiencing the wonderful taste, melting in the mouth, feeling the beauty from his education, and remembering this feeling in the brain.

Everything will be wonderful if you just listen to him.

Such strange logic, without being subjectively corrected, remained in consciousness.

Swallow.

Complete a meal.

As Afu watched him patiently instructing her, she remembered how he had done the same thing before, wrapping his arms around her from behind and teaching her how to do things.

Chen Ming's habit was really embarrassing, and A Fu gently nibbled on her chopsticks.

The landlady looked at him and asked, "Why are you sticking so close? Do you like big-breasted monsters that much? What's so good about them? Wouldn't it be the same if you didn't have them?"

The landlady accidentally ate a slice of pickled lemon, and her expression became quite interesting.

Miss Angel's body is very intelligent; she understood after being taught once, so Chen Ming let go of her hand.

His warmth and his teachings have remained in Miss Angel's body.

The body is a mindless shell, and what is instilled in it will basically become part of the subconscious. Even if you wake up, it may not be able to be eliminated.

Lucifer watched Chen Ming interact with the angel, and it was hard to imagine what would happen if things continued like this.

After this angel regains consciousness, will she subconsciously still consider Chen Ming her master?

Lucifer laughed with amusement.

Raphael?

It would be interesting if they fell into the hands of mortals.

Well, although Lucifer herself had already fallen for it, she had no right to say anything.

Chapter 138 Big breasts don't matter, the main concern is that the child will suffer.

Chen Ming looked at the angel's large wings with a beautiful longing, but it was also a bit troublesome, since he couldn't take them out.

amount……

It sounds a bit strange, like you're taking a pet out for a walk.

Chen Ming felt it was very inconvenient to hide such a large person. If someone saw him, they might think he was trafficking disabled people, and that would be the end of him.

And the wings are really hard to explain.

It wouldn't be good if I accidentally appeared on TV and got arrested for autopsy.

Although it was just a joke.

When encountering rare species, people usually care for them and hope they can reproduce, and then dissect their bodies only when they die naturally.

Of course, this applies to animals.

Chen Ming stroked the angel's wings, feeling a sense of affection, like petting a bird. He was quite fond of it and murmured to himself—

"While the big wings are nice, they're a bit of a hassle."

"..."

The landlady watched him constantly stroking the other person's large wings. Did this guy have some strange fetish? Anyway, the ones she already knew of included foot fetish, flat-chested fetish, large-breasted fetish, loli fetish, and so on…

There are wing fetishists too?

How come you have such a wide range of hobbies?

The landlady shook her head and said—

"I'm going to get ready for class now, and I'll bring some food for the cat."

"Oh, okay, then bring some biscuits. They should be edible if you chop them up."

Anyway, Chen Ming noticed that the cats in the countryside eat whatever people eat, so they should be able to eat biscuits too, right? Or should he buy some cat food?

I glanced at Cerberus again, wondering if the dog likes dog food. Maybe I should try feeding Cerberus some dog food?