My Heroic Life

In the evening, the daylighting room under the setting sun was plated with a layer of gold. The young man sitting in a chair under the dazzling sun was reading a book. The golden glasses on the bridge of his nose added a bit of intellectuality to his handsome appearance. The breath made his atmosphere a bit less aggressive and softer.

And in front of him, the small round table was divided into three parts, and the plate covered with the silver meal cover, the source of the burst of aroma was there.

"Ah, you are back."

The young man with long black hair took off the glasses he was wearing and closed the book, looked at the two saints who were a little reddened at the door, and asked a little strangely: "What's the matter?"

"Ah, uh, nothing." Malda woke up from the picturesque scenery just now, and said in a cover-up: "You are waiting for us, but am I not cooking today?"

"You guys came back too late, so I didn't have anything to do so I just took it as a welcome party for your stay."

"Thank you, Roland."

Joan laughed softly, her blonde hair shining in the sunset, giving a warmth.

"Change your clothes and come for dinner, it will get cold later."

Under Roland's instructions, the two of them walked towards the room. Joan slowly raised the corners of her mouth as she walked, and said to the blue-haired girl next to her: "It seems, it really feels like home."

"Well, it's ok."

Malda turned her hair up with her hand in embarrassment. The years of military life since she became a hero has made her forget the feeling that someone is waiting at home. The same is true for Jeanne.

"Anyway, let's taste his craftsmanship first, it seems good to smell it."

"Yeah, hehe, really looking forward to it."

Chapter 32 In-depth understanding

"Lan, I want to eat the big and long one!"

In the early morning lighting room, Malda, Joan of Arc and Roland were eating breakfast around the small round table. The blue-haired saint conveyed her dinner order while eating.

"Huh? Big and long?"

Roland frowned and thought weirdly while delivering cheese mashed potatoes to his mouth.

"Spring rolls?"

"Yes, there is the white and sticky one."

"... rice cakes?"

"Hmm."

Malda nodded repeatedly, and Roland said silently:

"Your description is so weird, and didn't you resist the rice cakes at first?"

"I haven't eaten dessert like that before, and so is the bean paste."

Looking at the blue-haired saint who once mistaken the bean paste for the sand, Roland had a strange feeling as if he had become the housekeeper.

It has been a month since the first time cooking for the two of them. Although the time is not long, the variety of Luohua and the authentic oriental dishes have conquered the stomachs of the two saints. Now, every evening when Roland is on duty, Mar Da will always think about what to eat in advance, and will work hard to get home early.

"Okay, then, how about you, Jeanne?"

"As for me, Lan thinks everything is delicious, but if I insist..."

The blond saint thought for a while and said, "The white, long, stiff one."

"...Fried sweet taro?"

"Well, this is it."

"Your description... forget it."

Roland talked to himself like giving up. After a month of cohabiting, the distance between the three of them had become much closer, and Roland knew the two girls in front of him better.

Malda, pure and stable on the outside, lively and active on the inside, Roland was the first to see through it, and it was Jeanne that really made him a lot of new discoveries this month.

This blond saint usually acts with Marda and is relatively taciturn, just like a soldier who has just stepped off the battlefield. She seems to have a very easygoing personality, but the truth is completely different.

It happened more than half a month ago. Roland's first episode of addiction to cigarettes since waking up. The young man who was relaxed because he was in his house smoked a cigarette indoors, and then he was caught by a passing blond saint. .

Then, the serious and even Spartan part of Joan’s character began. The preaching lasted for an hour, and it didn’t end until Marda was attracted by the sound. In addition to the accidental dangers of indoor smoking, Joan was also very concerned about this evil. Used to admonish, and willing to help Roland correct.

"If you really can't help it, you can come to me at any time. For your health, please work hard together."

"Uh, uh."

Since then, Roland started to smoke outside by treating the lawn or other reasons, but he didn't know why, every time he was caught by Jeanne.

The blond saint seemed to have strange instincts. Roland once suspected that it was the reason for the skill, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Then the familiar scene often unfolds in the spa.

"Lan, please sit down."

"Ah, you guys are starting again."

The blonde saint said with a smile on her face, and then she would give at least an hour of critical education and admonition to Roland, who was sitting upright, and Marda, who had watched too much, became accustomed to it.

"You save me."

In the face of Roland’s complaint, Malda’s answer was very concise:

"She will take care of you because she has started to get closer to you. If it is someone else, she will probably persuade you in ordinary ways. If you give an hour-long preaching, how many of her admirers outside will not come. "

"..."

The overly persuasive answer left Roland speechless for a while. In fact, whenever he saw these two eating and drinking tea with him every day on TV or news headlines, the girls playing cards and chatting would have a strong sense of unreality.

"You made the headlines today."

"Hey? Here again? These media are really...ah, I won this round, hum, today it is Roland doing the dishes again."

"Tsk, you really useless skills?"

Roland recalled a small fragment of the three people's lives in the past month, sighing the human suffering he experienced in playing cards, he gave a mouthful of cheese mashed potatoes to his mouth, and then raised his brows.

"Today's mashed potatoes are not bad, there are no lumps at all, squeezed. The juicer is so easy to use?"

"Huh? I beat it today."

"Puff, cough cough."

Roland glanced at Malda who was speaking, then silently looked down at the mashed potatoes on the plate.