Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

Once you speak, you will be easily heard that the tone is very different from these children.

He is not a cat, and he is even less likely to meow at Ling Huan.

Lu Jinbei's silence was taken for granted by Ling Huan as acquiescence.

Ling Huan put the cat in his arms on the sofa, took the prepared ingredients into the kitchen, followed his footsteps, and was picked up by Ling Huan's neck and put it on the table. .

Looking at Ling Huan's back, Lu Jinbei cast his eyes down, restraining the inexplicable urge to follow Ling Huan into the kitchen, and scratched the soft flannel of the sofa twice.

The pricked ears can clearly hear the conversation in the kitchen.

"Does my elder brother make dried fish? Ma Ma is not at home this afternoon. It is not dinner yet, but I can ask the butler to call the chef. The chef still has two hours to come over to make dinner. "

Ling Huan said, "No need to call."

"Then can I add my new cola-flavored fudge to the pot? Isn't the sweet and sour dried fish candies this fudge?"

He put the washed dried fish on the side to drain, boiled the pot to heat the oil, and then took the little hedgehog who was squatting on the table and rubbing his hands to the other side, and said with a smile, "It's not this sugar."

Soon Ling Huan made the sweet and sour dried fish, packed them with two small plates, and divided them clearly according to the previously negotiated quantity.

The sofa where Lu Jin was lying in the north sank together, and a person sat next to him. The sweet and sour taste of dried fish seemed to come from all directions.

Because the five senses are sensitive, the good smell will be magnified countless times. At this moment, Ling Huanming just put the plate on the glass table in front of the sofa, but Lu Jinbei felt that the dried fish had been forced to his lips.

Cheng Cheng directly sat on the table, knocking on the glass with his exclusive small fork, looking at Ling Huan expectantly.

Lu Jinbei Yu Guang saw that Ling Huan first gave the noisy hedgehog the four-piece, and then put the plate in front of him.

Cheng Cheng vaguely bit her with her missing teeth, and her nose kept moving.

"Ge Ge is so greasy, so happens to be..."

The plate that Ling Huan had just brought and placed in front of Beibei was suddenly pushed aside. He wiped his hands and looked down and found that Beibei's tail was hanging down the sofa, looking in a bad mood.

He took the plate back and was pushed away again.

Ling Huan touched the cat's head worriedly, "Don't you like it? You didn't eat the breakfast I set aside this morning. Are you too hungry?"

Lu Jinbei glanced at him.

The next second the dried fish was picked up by Ling Huan and approached his mouth carefully. Ling Huan's other hand was still running along the hair on his chin, his movements softly as if he was coaxing.

On the north side of Lu Jin saw the unmanned hedgehog on the table holding the dried fish with his mouth full of oil. He almost slipped on the table with the oil on his feet, but Ling Huan didn’t seem to notice the pitiful situation of the hedgehog. I only care about why he doesn't eat fish.

He squinted and took a bite to the crispy dried fish to his mouth.

The taste is barely enough, but it's okay.

It turned out that Ling Huan had also learned how to be a cook in the Federation before being sent here.

"Do you want someone to feed it? Beibei is a bad habit." Ling Huan took away the empty plate and found that he didn't know when he had licked the extra sauce on the side, and looked down. The cat who didn't respond to his criticism was a little helpless, "I think it's delicious. I will buy some more at a discount after a while."

Lu Jinbei didn't care about lying on his stomach.

It didn't matter to him to buy dried fish at a discount. It was strange to discuss with him.

…

Ling Huan went to wash the dishes, and the satiated hedgehog also sat on the sofa. Lu Jinbei gracefully jumped off the sofa and walked over to the corner of the living room where no one was sitting.

He is not used to being too close to others.

Especially this hedgehog looks very pierced.

There are signs of mental strength beginning to recover. He will recover faster when he gets closer to Ling Huan. When he finds out that he is not on the sofa later, Ling Huan will definitely come over to look for him.

But when Ling Huan came out of the kitchen, it took a full half an hour before Ling Huan didn't notice that he was missing.

Ling Huan was sitting on the sofa watching TV holding the noisy and noisy hedgehog.

In the corner of the living room where he was squatting, Ling Huan didn't even look at it.

Lu Jinbei was not interested in the extremely naive children's channel on the TV. This corner was also just right. Ling Huan was a blind spot when he was looking for him.

He was stared at by Ling Huan for a day today, and he finally had a little time to deal with the news accumulated on the light brain.

Tan Ye, who was far away in the military department, stayed up late for two days and was irritable. He finally sorted out all the official documents on his hand. He was lying on the bed with his hands clasped together and was about to go to sleep, when the deadly news came from the light brain.

-Someone came to the military in the morning?

There are two dark circles on Tan Ye Junmei's face, the news of returning to Lu Jinbei.

-The royal family has been staring at you for these two days. They have sent people over. I asked them to invite them back using your previous rhetoric, but it’s just like a lack of brains. They have to see you in person, it’s noisy. No way. It’s not a solution to drag on like this. Sooner or later they will find that you are not in the military department at all, and the royal family will move.

—I will be back the day after tomorrow, and I will deal with it then.

If his mental strength recovers for another day, he will not need to maintain the animal state.

Lu Jinbei finished cleaning up the news accumulated in his head, and looked up at the sofa.

Ling Huan still didn't realize that he was not on the sofa.

The joyful laughter of the two people heard from his ears, and Ling Huan's profile was just visible from his angle.

Ling Huan raised his head and drank water, then licked his lower lip, a little pinkish water on his lips.

Although it was blocked by the sofa and could not see anywhere else, Lu Jinbei guessed that Ling Huan must be holding the hedgehog now.

Hedgehogs don’t have hairs, so why do they keep holding them without sticking their hands?

His paws suddenly itchy.

There was a small coffee table just as high as he stood beside him, and a vase with a red rose was quietly placed on it.

There was a commercial on TV, and Cheng Cheng was still licking his mouth to reminisce about the dried fish.

There was a "pop".

The brief and quiet atmosphere was broken by the sound of the abrupt smashing of porcelain.

Ling Huan thought he had heard it wrong, but when he turned back he heard the red light of the robot beepingly, and the words "cleaning up" appeared on the black screen, and his extended left hand turned into a broom and began to buzz. Ran towards the small corner behind the sofa.

He turned his head and suddenly confronted Beibei who was standing in the corner.

I don't know if it is his illusion.

It was also because there was a small chandelier on top of Beibei's station, Ling Huan felt that the cat seemed to be a big circle.

But this is not what he cares about right now, his gaze slid down, and he quickly found the source of the cracking sound just now.

On the floor lay tragically a vase of dead bodies and a rose, and water sprinkled on the ground.

The vase will not commit suicide, and the murderer is standing on the side.

The culprit Lu Jinbei and Ling Huan looked at each other and began to lick their paws casually.

Ling Huan hurriedly put Cheng Cheng on the sofa, walked over quickly, squatted down and grabbed the paw he was licking, thinking which side he had touched the broken piece of porcelain and cut out the wound, he looked at him worriedly. Whispered, "Injured?"

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