"Yo, the mattress is back..."

"Yeah! What's wrong with you?!"

Charles, who returned to Diana's house, did not expect Eyjafjallajökull to be waiting for him in the living room, and seemed to be preparing a late-night snack.

Although all the wounds on his body were healed with healing techniques, the bloodstains and torn clothes all indicated that he had been ravaged just now.

"I'm going to take a bath."

He took a shower in the bathroom and washed off the blood, and Eyjafjallajökull helped him get a lounge suit from the wardrobe in Diana's room.

Although a certain person had taken a bath with dragon blood and had no scars, the wound that had just healed was still pink, and it could be seen that it was bitten out.

"You are..."

Eyjafjallajökull was a little startled when she saw the wounds on his neck and face. She couldn't think of any other way to be eaten so badly than by the zombies in the novel. This guy didn't even think about it when Diana was there. Been this way.

Charles shook his head with a wry smile, and said briefly after hiding Wei Zi's identity as a character.

"That's it." Eyjafjallajökull's face was also not very good. "If I was taken away, it wouldn't be much better."

Charles didn't want to talk deeply about this topic, he smiled "hehe" and said, "If I catch him, I will be boiled and eaten."

Eyjafjallajökull stretched out his hand in front of him angrily and said, "Eat it!"

Although the little hand in front of him was fragrant, Charles was sure that if he bit into it, he would be roasted fragrantly.

He saw a plate of golden pasta on a plate on the coffee table, a piece of cake sprinkled with icing sugar, and a small cup of jam beside it, so he asked, "What other delicious food have you prepared?"

"This is the king pancake from my hometown," Ayjafjallajökull said, "that is, first beat the egg whites into foam, then make a paste with egg yolks, milk, raisins and flour, mix them well, fry them in a pan, and tear them apart. Cut into small pieces, sprinkle with icing sugar, and eat with jam."

"It is said that the chef used to cook it for the queen, but the queen didn't like it, but the king liked it very much."

This plate of pancakes doesn't look cheap, but she works in both the library and the personnel office at Alice Business School, earning two salaries, and earning quite a lot.

Charles picked up a piece with a fork, dipped it in jam and ate it, then nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of pancake tastes quite fluffy. The aroma of eggs, the sweetness of icing sugar and the acidity of jam combine to make it delicious.

"It's delicious," said Charles, "what else is delicious in your hometown?"

Eyjafjallajökull counted her fingers: "There are many, such as schnitzel, beef soup, snow mountain frost cake..."

After she finished counting, Charles asked her, "Are you homesick?"

Eyjafjallajökull nodded, looked at the hometown food in front of her, and said in a low voice, "I haven't been back for a long time. I don't know what happened to the house, whether the windows were damaged by the wind, and whether the roof was leaking..."

Charles patted her hand lightly and said softly, "It's okay, I'll take you back when I'm done with my business these days."

Eyjafjallajökull turned to him with a smile and said, "Thank you."

In the past, she would need to take a dragon flight to go home, and she would need to save a long time to make up for the cost of traveling so far. Now Charles took her to use the teleportation technique "biu" to arrive at once, and went out to buy it. as convenient as food.

Charles tapped her on the head lightly and said, "Be polite with me."

Then he said with a wicked smile, "I'm going to your hometown to make a lot of money. You have to help me at that time. If I can't make money and have no food and energy to come back, I can only cook you."

Eyjafjallajökull pouted and turned her head away, ignoring this guy.

Charles asked her, "Your hometown is so cold, do you think you can make money selling down jackets and sweaters?"

Talking to lambs about wool sweaters is like talking to humans about stewing monkey brains, they won't care.

Eyjafjallajökull replied, "Definitely, as long as the shipping fee is not too high, many people will buy it."

"Not only Letania, but other countries on the snowfields will also purchase in large quantities!"

"That's it!" Charles clapped her hand, "If the business is done, then I will cooperate with you."

"I'll give you all the goods I've shipped in the future. You can sell them how you want. You'll be a rich woman in two years!"

"If the results of the volcano investigation meet expectations, then you are a rich woman!"

"Maybe I will ask you to borrow money in the future."

"Rich woman or something..." Eyjafjallajökull shook her head, "I can't do business."

Charles smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, you always have relatives and friends, you can just ask them for help."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately noticed that Eyjafjallajökull looked lost.

"I'm going to rest." Eyjafjallajökull bid farewell to Charles softly, and went upstairs to sleep.

Her body is still glowing red now, and she will live here for the past two days before fading.

With a question mark on his head, Charles came to the door of her room after putting the unfinished king pancakes and jam back in the refrigerator.

The door was closed, but after knocking on the door with its hardened tentacles, the fluffy Slay could get in through the crack of the door.

"Why are you here?" Eyjafjallajökull, who put on her pajamas, hugged Slay.

Slay asked using a text composed of magical elements, "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

"I'm fine." Eyjafjallajökull patted Slay.

Slay jumped out of her embrace, got into the bed and turned into a thick mattress.

Eyjafjallajökull smiled slightly, sat on the mattress, patted it, and asked, "Well... Charles, are we friends?"

As a result, a large number of question marks of different colors and sizes suddenly floated above the mattress, and then these question marks gathered together to form a line: "Could it be that you are my daughter?"

"I hate it!" Eyjafjallajökull slapped the mattress on the mattress, and the whole mattress stirred up a circle of ripples like the surface of the water.

If there are masters here, they will exclaim that this is extremely powerful.

"I'll tell you." Eyjafjallajökull said with her head lowered, "Actually, I'm a messenger of natural disasters that will bring disaster to people. Being with me will bring bad luck."

Then another question mark appeared on the mattress.

"Isn't it?" Eyjafjallajökull continued, "I didn't know you and Diana for a long time, and I put you in jail."

Then a sweaty bezoar detoxification tablet appeared above the mattress.

"Don't be stupid." Mattress said in elemental text, "I heard Xiao Huihui say natural disaster messengers. They are a group of very brave people. In order to predict the arrival of natural disasters, they haunt dangerous areas regardless of their own safety."

"It's just that some people are fed up, their heads are caught by the door panel, and then the woolly cows step on them, that they will think that the person who foretells the coming of the natural disaster and saves their lives is the one who brings the disaster~lightnovelpub.net ~And then there are some people who make excuses for their mistakes and failures and throw the blame on you."

"Don't pay attention to this kind of fool who reverses cause and effect. The vast majority of people who can correctly recognize your achievements."

Eyjafjallajökull gently stroked the mattress and asked in a low voice, "Do you really think so?"

A hand suddenly stretched out on the mattress, touched her head, and continued: "I had a lot of bad luck before I met you, and it's even a novel to be carried away by a wolf in the last bathroom. dare not write."

"Don't think too much, go to bed early."

Then the mattress reached out to help Eyjafjallajökull take off her shoes, carried her to the middle and lay down, and finally covered the quilt.

The soft mattress was hypnotic, and Eyjafjallajökull quickly became confused.

Before she fell asleep, she said, "Tell me something, don't be angry."

Mattress asked, "What's the matter?"

Eyjafjallajökull said in a low voice, "The first time I saw you like this, I was thinking, you are like a dough, and so soft, can you pull it into ramen?"

The mattress was frightened. He didn't dare to imagine what he would be like when he turned into a ramen.

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