Wen Jin and Dewitt's honeymoon trip was very smooth and rich. Although it is up to the fox's mood to decide where to go, but after a quick calculation, you will find every delicious planet in the Assyrian territory. Even went all over.
With such a powerful and in-depth gameplay, even Wen Jin’s human figure can’t hold on to gaining a few pounds. According to him, even the avatar can’t hold down the few pounds of flesh, so he has to get fat to show that he eats a lot Just be happy.
DeWitt expressed his agreement with a serious face, and then he focused on the fat lump on Wen Jin's stomach for the whole day, and his mopping skills were perfected within a day.
Wen Jin is still very thin-skinned on the outside, and firmly refuses DeWitt to touch his belly on the street.
However, several times of resistance failed, and in desperation, Wen Jin could only turn into a milk fox. I thought that this way I could escape someone's hands, but when Wen Jin's bulging belly fell into DeWitt's hands...
"Don't touch it." In a corner of a noisy street on a certain planet, a fat fox with a bulging belly is trying to break free from a big hand. While struggling, it looks distressed at the rich and dense soft fur on its belly. You can see the powder skin inside.
"Don't touch it!" Wen Jin looked at the small piece of bare skin that looked like bald skin, and turned into a rage, "If you touch me again, I will lose all my hair!"
"Ten minutes more." DeWitt stared into the distance, rubbing the soft fur on the fox's belly with both hands.
"Not for a minute!" Wen Jin snapped his hand off.
However, Wen Jin, who had a round belly, had difficulty standing up. After struggling for a while, she could only lie obediently in DeWitt's arms and let him touch her.
However, the movements of DeWitt's hands have always been very light, and he still feels quite comfortable without struggling to feel the feeling.
Just when the fox's overstretched belly was unknowingly captured by the big hand, a deep voice came, "Eat less next time."
Wen Jin drooped her ears to the back of her head, pretending not to hear, her black eyes flicked around, and she suddenly tilted her head.
In the corner of the lively street, there are people decorating with lanterns and festoons, and the red electronic lights reveal a special flavor, which looks very lively.
Wen Jin shook her tail. There seems to be such a custom in the Great Desolate Continent. Whenever this kind of time comes, there will be more food in the world, the atmosphere will become lively, and people will become happier.
"Hiccup." Wen Jin, who was hiccupped by DeWitt, rubbed against his abdomen, tilted his head and said, "Is it going to be a holiday?"
"Yeah." DeWitt also looked at the festive families with electronic lights, and responded, "New Year's Eve."
Wen Jin shook her head and looked outside, thinking that they seemed to have been out to play for two or three months, "Are you going to spend New Year's Eve with your family?"
DeWitt rubbed Wen Jin's head.
"You want to go home." The fox leaned in his arms, squinted his eyes, and said with the most intelligent look on my face.
"Yeah." There was no intention of hiding anything, DeWitt nodded and admitted.
The big-bellied fox in his arms shook his four paws, and smiled at him triumphantly, with a merciful look on his face, he even stood up and touched DeWitt's chin forcibly, and said in a soothing voice, "Just say what you want. , I will accompany you back."
Back at the hotel that night, Wen Jin stuffed her snacks into the space as quickly as possible, and then booked the earliest shuttle boat ticket back to Capital Star.
After doing all this, the fox sat on the edge of the bed and ate the snowflake crayfish that DeWitt had just bought for him, staring into the distance with a pair of dark eyes.
It looks like it's hard to know who is more homesick.
When DeWitt hugged Wen Jin from behind, Wen Jin also fell back, with a little longing in his eyes, "New Year's Day, can mom make delicious food?"
Mrs. Margaret cooked very delicious food when she was young. It is said that the Earl of Choate was completely dependent on Mrs. Margaret after eating a meal from Mrs. Margaret, and married after a vigorous love. .
But Madam hasn't cooked for many years.
DeWitt kissed Wen Jin, "If you want to eat, she will make it."
Wen Jin's eyes sparkled, and she immediately announced the names of the dishes. When DeWitt squatted down behind him, she rubbed against his neck, and asked like a child who had been looking forward to the New Year's Day, "It will be very beautiful. lanterns?"
No wonder he was looking forward to it. Wen Jin hadn’t celebrated this kind of New Year’s Eve for a long time. Ever since her master ascended, Wen Jin would never go out every New Year’s Eve, and she no longer looked forward to the New Year’s Eve. Nest in a cave to sleep.
After Assyria calmed down and the two of them were completely together, Wen Jin would also talk about these past events with DeWitt in bits and pieces.
It's not the kind of talking for a few days and nights, but according to the mood of the fox, he will say a little when he is excited.
In this regard, DeWitt never urged him, and he listened to as much as the fox said, and he intuitively felt that it was not a topic that would make Wen Jin too happy when he recalled it. And when he was able to piece together Wen Jin's past in his heart based on what Wen Jin said, he felt distressed for a long time.
"Yes." Strong and powerful arms held Wen Jin in his arms, and Devitt held his hand in his palm, knowing what Wen Jin wanted, "Every year from now on, there will be."
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Wen Jin and the others boarded the shuttle boat back, and at almost the same time, the old steward of Bertram Manor began to place all kinds of colored lights on the manor with a smile, and then wrapped all kinds of candies and quarantine snacks into the The red envelopes made of custom paper are hung in every corner of the manor.
"Mr. Housekeeper, there are so many sweets and so many vegetables, are you finished?" The young maid who received a big red envelope asked excitedly.
"Everyone can finish eating together." The old housekeeper said, stretched out his hand to hang up another small red envelope, and clapped his hands, "After posting these, come a few people and follow me to the backyard to move out the box of candy red envelopes. Those who want to send it out, take the big red envelope, don't be lazy, it's still growing today."
Looking at Bertram Manor, which was already covered with all kinds of beautiful red envelopes, several maids responded with smiles.
In the room, Mrs. Margaret was frowning at her terminal.
It was the video call that Wen Jin and DeWitt called her half an hour ago.
At that time, Mrs. Margaret had just woken up and hung up once. After getting up and washing, she sat in her original position and waited for a while. There was no response, so the housekeeper was asked to send a message to DeWitt, and it took another five minutes before the communication was connected.
Wen Jin at the other end first stood on the planet's famous scenic spots and took pictures of the planet in a circle, and then went to the transportation hub with Devitt in a second, and told her with a smile that she wanted to eat the New Year's Eve dinner made by her mother. .
Then reported a long list of dish names.
"Is his full name Wen Trouble?" Madam Margaret replayed the recorded video call from the beginning with a cold face, and complained to the housekeeper who was reporting to her.
The old housekeeper looked at the recording and replay logo on Mrs. Margaret's light screen, and he saw it clearly, "The young master will be here in the evening, the manor has been set up, and the manpower you need for your kitchen is also in place, madam."
"Hmm." For decades, Mrs. Margaret had no doubts about the old butler's ability to handle affairs.
"Hey, hasn't Xiao Hei sprouted yet?" Seeing the little seed on the table, the old butler was slightly taken aback.
Every morning when Mrs. Margaret gets up, she will take care of the seeds according to Wen Jin's note, and today is no exception.
It's just that this guy didn't respond for a long time. Mrs. Margaret occasionally talked to the housekeeper, wondering if Wen Jin copied the wrong method. The old housekeeper suggested Mrs. Margaret to ask Wen Jin herself, but the wife turned her head and tried to blame him.
The position of steward of Burtram Manor for decades is not for nothing, and the old steward avoided this pot very tactfully.
So, the care of Xiao Hei continued to be carried out in an orderly manner every day.
But when it comes to implementation, Mrs. Margaret is still very upset, and she is even more upset when asked about it, so she didn't take over the topic of housekeeping, "Is there anything else?"
"Ah, yes." The old butler thought for a while, slapped his head, and said with a smile on his face, "I heard that Madam will cook this year's New Year's Eve, Lieutenant General Eve clamored that she wanted to come, and Professor Lin also meant that... "
"They have thick skins." Mrs. Margaret stared at the dark seeds on the table, her face was full of displeasure, and she snorted coldly.
The old butler laughed stupidly, the more people came, the more the wife had to do, he naturally understood this truth. Besides, in previous years, most of the New Year's festivals were spent alone with his wife and a few maids who didn't go home. Madam, who is used to being deserted, would always repel things for a while when facing lively things.
After thinking for a while, he tentatively asked, "Then I'm going to reject them?"
"I heard that Cassie was born?" Mrs. Margaret paused, and did not directly answer the butler's question, but turned to look at her own sharp nails.
This sentence sounds a bit ambiguous, but the old housekeeper understood what she meant and nodded, "Yes, I heard they are triplets."
Mrs. Margaret frowned, "His parents have been dead for a long time, haven't they?"
The old butler was stunned by the sudden question, and thought about it carefully. Just as he was about to answer, Mrs. Margaret waved her hand, "Bring back more ingredients."
After the words fell to the ground, Mrs. Margaret stopped making a sound, leaned back on the soft chair, clicked the video replay button, and Wen Jin's cheerful voice came from inside.
The old butler over there smiled and nodded, "Yes."