When Wen Jin went upstairs after eating a good meal and waiting for DeWitt to change, the whole fox was still in a daze.
"Is it over like this?" Standing back in the room again, Wen Jin stared blankly at DeWitt.
DeWitt unbuttoned his jacket, then looked back at him, "Aren't you full?"
"What?" Wen Jin paused, then frowned quickly, stretched out her foot and kicked him, "I'm full, I don't mean that, I mean your mother."
He had met Mrs. Margaret before, and the latter said that he had small eyes and looked mean and difficult to get along with. That's why when DeWitt said that his mother was here and intended to let them meet, Wen Jin would retreat so subconsciously. He subconsciously felt that this mother-in-law might be a bit difficult to deal with, and he had to make eighteen kinds of preparations. Only when people and sedan chairs are ready can they come to talk to her about DeWitt.
But I didn't expect... The meal unexpectedly went smoothly. Mrs. Margaret's face was cold and not very enthusiastic, but she didn't make things difficult for him.
DeWitt's shirt had been taken off at this time, and all kinds of traces from Wen Jin were obvious on his body. Hearing this, he frowned, "You don't like her?"
"How is it possible?" Wen Jin retorted without thinking, thinking that the human race is headed by filial piety. Although he doesn't care much about this, it is impossible to hate it. "It just feels different from what I imagined."
He still remembered that the relationship between DeWitt and Mrs. Margaret was very tense, and the latter was also the first mother Wen Jin had ever seen cursing her son to death in person.
Seeing Wen Jin's expression, DeWitt pulled the corners of his mouth, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put them on, "I'm not good at getting along with her, but as long as I'm not sent to the battlefield, she won't be so sharp, not to mention …”
"Um?"
"I care about you," DeWitt patted Wen Jin's head, "so the desire to survive will be stronger than ever."
Like when he forcibly used suicide attacks to interrupt the war with the Zerg, when he did it again, he might not be as decisive and hesitant as before.
Wen Jin nodded, thinking that it was true, since Xiaowei was with him, there was no way he would let something happen to Xiaowei.
"But I didn't give her a gift..." After Wen Jin finished thinking, he lowered his head again, still a little fussy about this matter. There are many magic weapons in his space, and according to the difference between Assyria and the Great Desolate Continent, he randomly took one out and placed it in the These are all considered rare treasures, but those things are nothing to Wen Jin, so it's too perfunctory to just give them away like this.
He thought that he must send something that was very important to him and that Mrs. Margaret also liked very much, so as to express his importance to DeWitt's mother.
"She didn't give it to you, it's even." DeWitt put on his clothes, saw Wen Jin still frowning beside him, went up to help him wrap the scarf tighter, lowered his head and kissed the fox until he was tangled Frowning together, "Next time, I'm to blame this time, I didn't give you time to prepare."
Wen Jin tugged at the scarf around his neck. In fact, wearing a scarf in the Assyrian season is not very comfortable, it will feel a little stuffy, and...he is not as afraid of the cold as before, so the scarf will increase the heat on his body a feeling of.
But Wen Jin liked this feeling, especially it was brought by DeWitt. So he didn't pull off the scarf, just wrinkled his nose and snorted to DeWitt, "Well, it's your fault."
DeWitt pulled him into his arms and smiled softly.
"Do you rarely go home?" Leaning in Devitt's arms, Wen Jin asked curiously, looking at the surroundings, which were similar in style to the single-family apartment, but obviously less popular.
"I don't come back when I'm working." Mrs. Margaret hated DeWitt's work, almost to the point of disgust, and although they didn't quarrel, the atmosphere at home would be very tense when it came to work, so DeWitt never came home as long as he had a job.
Wen Jin glanced at DeWitt in surprise. With this guy's continuous work mode, isn't "not coming home from work" basically equal to "not coming back for a long time"
"You can't do this." Wen Jin poked DeWitt, "You have to come back often."
Staying with him, Little Tail is destined to live a life several times, even dozens of times longer than human beings, and in such a life, the memory of the deceased will only be doubled.
Wen Jin had a harmonious relationship with her parents since she was a child, but after they passed away, even today, she sometimes feels uncomfortable thinking about it. That was a knot in Wen Jin's heart. He always felt that he was too playful when he was a child. If he had discovered his special features earlier and started to practice earlier, maybe his parents and siblings could live longer. It will be so early that there will be no close relatives.
Wen Jin didn't want DeWitt to regret it too.
DeWitt hugged Wen Jin tightly, and replied, "Okay."
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When Wen Jin finally left, after much deliberation, she gave Mrs. Margaret a few seeds, and found out the method of planting from her own space.
DeWitt couldn't understand the language of the Great Desolate Continent, so Wen Jin simply copied a copy by himself, and prepared some notes by the way.
Wen Jin himself doesn't know much about this, but his master's love for flowers and plants is overwhelming. Although he has always disliked Wen Jin for not practicing seriously and being a half-hearted fox, he still insisted on leaving all of his life to Wen Jin before his ascension. , from worldly treasures to broken copper and iron, are piled up in Wen Jin's space, including the small planting records.
In this regard, Wen Jin is not interested, and usually doesn't see much, but he is always by his side, and hundreds of years have passed.
Wen Jin still vaguely remembered that Master once planted a kind of flower, which was particularly beautiful, not the bright red one, but the darker, colder and more beautiful one. After the flowers bloom, even Wen Jin can't help but stop. And according to the master, that kind of flower has the effect of prolonging life, and if it is carefully raised, it is easy to cultivate the flower essence that recognizes the owner.
I will make it up after the big gift, but this one will be held first. After seeing Mrs. Margaret accepting it, Wen Jin finally felt a little more comfortable about the gift, and followed DeWitt.
Just when Wen Jin and Devitt were about to leave, someone came to visit his wife. It was a very young girl. After seeing Devitt, her eyes could not move for an instant.
DeWitt didn't notice the little girl at first, but after realizing that the atmosphere of the fox around him was getting more and more uncomfortable, he realized something, and quickly moved closer to the organization, took Wen Jin's hand, and kissed her with a look of liking.
"It's annoying." Wen Jin glared at him, thinking that one day he would find a way to put a fox badge on DeWitt's face.
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The old butler saw them off at the gate, his face full of reluctance. Devitt's time to go home has always been short. Now that he has someone he wants to protect, and he will start a family in the future, I am afraid that the chance of coming back will be more and more less.
Watching the mecha go across the sky, the old housekeeper sighed silently, turned his head, walked back to the mansion, and saw Mrs. Margaret sitting at the table, and Miss Sta who had just arrived. Beside her, the latter smiled and covered his face with one hand, as if he was talking about something.
As the old housekeeper approached, he heard Mrs. Margaret looking coldly at the few black seeds given by Wen Jin on the table, "What are these?"
The old housekeeper was taken aback, and hurried up to greet him, "Master Wen said that the flowers will look very beautiful when they bloom, but the method of planting is a bit complicated..."
"Do you want me to plant it myself?" Mrs. Margaret stared at the last line of the crooked words written by Wen Jin herself on the paper, with an incredulous expression on her face, "Are you kidding me?"
"Ma'am, this can be regarded as a wishful thinking. I have checked this kind of seed just now, but I haven't seen much. The young master said that it is unique to his hometown. If you don't, why don't you give it a try?"
As soon as the old butler finished speaking, Star chuckled softly, "Mr. Steward, you can't say that, there is no such thing in the empire illustrated book, and you can't just plant it at will. You don't know, the source is not Those who are clear should be the most cautious.”
The old butler met the girl's gaze and smiled kindly.
"Ma'am, you have to be careful," Star said, leaning on Mrs. Margaret again. "My cousin was almost cheated by someone a while ago. The other person is good-looking, but his family is in a mess. , brought out a bunch of things, and almost made me demoted."
As she spoke, she glanced at the note in Mrs. Margaret's hand, and a sneer flashed in her big innocent-looking eyes.
She is so ugly and has a lot of mistakes. She just doesn’t want Mrs. Margaret to feel that she is satirizing Brother DeWitt’s aesthetics. Otherwise, she must talk about this man’s handwriting. It can be seen that that person is by no means a nobleman who can match up with Bertram's family.
Looking at her so coquettish, she may not know what she was doing before. My brother seems to have little experience in this area, but my wife is different.
The light in Star's eyes flashed, and he quickly stopped, smiling at Mrs. Margaret.
However, the latter didn't seem to appreciate her smile, so he took the note away from the girl's hand, gave her a sideways look, and said in a very cold voice, "I'll go in."
Star was taken aback, and when he was about to say that he would go in with Mrs. Margaret, the latter had already got up and left, leaving no time for others to speak.
Seeing this, the old butler hurriedly packed the seeds carefully in a small box under Star's unhappy expression, and then smiled apologetically at the girl, asked the maid to entertain, and followed Mrs. Margaret go in.
"What does she think?" Mrs. Margaret's face was not very good. After the old housekeeper followed, she couldn't bear to say, "Can DeWitt be the same as her idle cousin?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The old housekeeper replied with a smile, "Young master was taught by Madam herself. If you can get close and bring him home, there will definitely be no problem."
Mrs. Margaret snorted coldly, took two steps forward, and looked back at the brocade box in the housekeeper's hand.
The old housekeeper immediately understood, "Shall I help you find some better soil?"
Mrs. Margaret frowned, "I want blisters."
"Ah?" The old housekeeper paused.
"It's written on the paper that it needs to be soaked in water at the beginning." There is also a water temperature requirement, and the seeds can only be put into the soil after the seeds are a little cracked, and there are many requirements for this soil. How many times a day and how to turn it are written very detailed.
"What kind of water?" The old housekeeper glanced at the paper, but he was too far away to see it clearly.
Mrs. Margaret then roughly read the note again, and felt that the conditions were complicated and troublesome. When she thought that such a troublesome thing was a gift, she felt annoyed, and waved at the old housekeeper, "Don't worry about it. .”
The old butler nodded with a smile on his face.
Within two days, Mrs. Margaret's bedroom had several more bottles and jars, and a beautiful brocade box filled with ugly things.