Ruan Mei begged me to go back? I can't go back anymore

Kafka doesn't look like someone who would take care of anyone.

The other one is a man with black hair and red eyes named "Ren", who seems to have some inexplicable connection with Dan Heng.

He also has some mental problems. It's good enough that he can take care of himself. Don't expect him to take care of others.

Compare them one by one.

The more Ji Zi looked at the Star Core Hunters, the more they looked like an illegal organization that exploited child labor!

It turns out that only the warm and friendly Starry Sky Train is the best destination for the morning fog!

When I think of Zao Wu still staying obediently in her own room, in her own bed, silently enduring hunger and waiting for me.

Ji Zi's appetite was replaced by concern and care.

After taking two bites of the food, she left on the pretext that she had not rested well and had no appetite.

But she said again.

"I might be hungry soon, so I'll take some food in the lunch box and go back to my room first."

"Bring more Pa! Miss Himeko has been working really hard lately Pa!"

Jizi nodded, took out a clean lunch box, and put a layer of plump giant cosmic fried rice in it.

Next came the meat, sweet and sour spareribs, salt-baked prawns, black pepper grilled sausages…

Vegetables include corn, green beans, broccoli and a little lettuce salad.

Finally, add appetizing cherry tomatoes and sweet strawberries.

In this way, a simple lunch box is completed.

Coupled with the tenderness and expectation that Ji Zi couldn't help but reveal on her face.

It's more like preparing to fill my stomach for a while.

It's more like... preparing a lunch box for someone important.

Walter calmly raised the frame of his glasses on his nose, as if he realized that things were not simple.

Even Dan Heng noticed it.

Even Pam noticed it.

Seeing this, San Yueqi hurriedly tried to make excuses guiltily and explained for Miss Ji Zi.

"Ah, Ms. Himeko has been working out recently!"

"It's normal to take in more nutrients."

"Next time, Ms. Himeko, please take me to do yoga together!"

Ji Zi reacted belatedly, and the woman calmly raised her hand to push a strand of fiery red hair behind her head and nodded.

"Okay."

After saying this, she said goodbye to everyone and walked gracefully towards the carriage where her bedroom was.

Thinking of Hayami who was still in the room waiting for her return like a baby bird, Jizi's steps quickened and became lighter.

"Morning fog, I'm back."

She pushed the door open, holding the lunch box in her hand with a smile, and spoke towards the boy.

Zao Wu has not yet recovered from the shock brought by the system panel and system tasks.

Hearing this, he quickly turned his eyes and responded to Xiang Jizi's expectations of him.

"Welcome back, Mama Jizi."

For some reason, even if Hayami didn't take off the mask, he could still see what was happening behind it through the mask.

On the contrary, because he was wearing a mask, it seemed difficult for others to guess his expression.

Himeko also noticed the mask on the boy's cheek.

Feeling... so handsome!

Compared with previous morning fogs, it is more charming and mysterious.

The plasticity of young people is really great.

Than exploring the secret behind this mask.

Now, Ji Zi can't wait to place an order for one hundred or eighty pieces of clothes, pants, shoes, socks and accessories of various styles belonging to the boy on the space online shopping platform established by the Interstellar Peace Company.

I can't wait to dress up Zao Wu into a look that belongs only to me!

Ahem, calm down, calm down, Jizi!

It seems to be affected by the destiny of "pioneering".

Miss Himeko's personality is as passionate as her red hair, and she is much more proactive than most people imagine.

She came to Zao Wu's side and pulled the boy into her arms without saying anything.

Zao Wu's body stiffened slightly, and as it thawed, it began to throb with the sound of a pounding heartbeat.

"Zhao Wu, you must be starving."

Ji Zi moved closer to the young man, and the white squeezed out came towards his face.

"It's okay, mom will feed you...very satisfied~"

Although Ji Zi has never been a mother, for some reason, when facing the morning mist, she always feels infinite maternal love.

So she did not reject the idea of ​​calling herself Zao Wu's "mother".

I also like to see Hayami's flattered expression.

What a cute kid.

Belong only to yourself.

Not Kafka.

Not even the children of other women~

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ps: I’m hungry, votes~

Chapter 51: Ji Zi: I just want to delay

Ji Zi's mother's legs are long and white.

Not to mention touching it, even looking at it can prolong your life.

Not to mention people like Hayami who sit directly on it.

Therefore, it was difficult for him to remain calm.

Fortunately, the fox mask concealed his expression, otherwise Himeko would have seen Hayami's extremely shy look.

Jizi held Hayami in her arms, carefully opened the lunch box, took out the silver rice spoon that came with it, and spoke naturally.

"Come, I'll feed you."

"No... no need! That would be too much trouble for Himeko's mother!"

[Use it! Hayami, you idiot! ]

[How can you refuse such a good opportunity to complete the system task! ]

Hanabi muttered through her mask, and her voice rang directly in Hayami's mind, so only the boy could hear it.

Hayami ignored him, his attention only on Himeko.

"Trouble? How can feeding your own child be trouble?"

Jizi spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, giving Hayami a huge attack of maternal love.

His cheeks turned red and he said nothing more.

"Come on, ah~"

Ji Zi raised her delicate hand, scooped a spoonful of golden, fragrant giant cosmic fried rice, and after gently blowing away some of the heat, she brought it to the boy's lips.

"……what."

Hayami obediently opened her lips slightly and took the front end of the spoon into her mouth.

Looking at Hayami obediently holding his...spoon in her mouth.

Ji Zi's gaze became more doting.

The boy took a sip of the rice, chewed it carefully, and then swallowed it.

Finally, he opened his mouth slightly and showed it to Jizi's mother...

I swallowed it carefully.

Ji Zi's beautiful eyes were filled with bright colors.

"Let me peel the shrimp for you."

As she spoke, she ignored the oil stains and started to carefully dismantle the shells of the salt-baked prawns and peel out the tender shrimp meat.

However, she never expected that the barb would cut the tip of the woman's right index finger in a moment of carelessness.

"……hiss!"

Bright red blood beads appeared in an instant.

Although it didn't hurt, Ji Zi still subconsciously gasped.

Hayami's pupils trembled suddenly, showing that she cared and valued it far more than Jizi.

"Himeko's mother!"

He immediately took Ji Zi's right hand and looked at it in panic.

Just when Ji Zi was about to smile and make light of this minor injury.

Something unexpected happened.

Hayami actually held the woman's fingertips in his mouth without hesitation.

Ji Zi's heart trembled.

I felt something soft and warm coming to my wound and licking it gently.

Gradually, Ji Zi's wound really stopped hurting.

Only then did Zao Wu slowly release her lips.

"…Who taught you that?"

Jiko asked curiously.

She didn't hate this practice, but rather felt strangely moved.

Hayami thought carefully for a moment, but could not find the answer from that vague past that seemed to be covered up by something.

He could only shake his head.

"I can't remember..."

"But someone seemed to have told me that doing this would help the wound heal faster."

“Well, that’s not a wrong answer.”

But it’s not human saliva that actually works.

Instead, it contains a small amount of lysozyme, which can have a slight bactericidal effect.

But Jizi felt that it was the love that Hayami conveyed to her that made her wounds heal faster~

She wanted to continue peeling shrimp for the boy.

But Zao Wu was not happy.

Even though Himeko repeatedly assured her that she would be careful, Hayami refused to agree.

I didn't expect that the boy who was always docile would be so stubborn at certain times and in certain things.