The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

After incense.

Su smoke eats slowly.

Stu was laughing.

“Did the Song guard eat well? ”

Su smoke is still eating.

Tips for flowers

“Host, you are the Song Guard. ”

When the voice dropped, Su Yan suddenly raised his head.

Blink, blink, blink.

“Delicious. ”

Well, for her name Song Su, she still needs to adapt.

Stu looked at her with dark eyes, her voice softened.

“Song Guard, what's going on? Dinner's confusing? ”

Su Smoke swallowed the bun in his mouth and nodded.

“Too hungry. Didn't eat for many days. ”

Stu looked sudden.

“A benefactor should eat more, lest he be hungry later. ”

Su Yan listened and paused.

Head up. Still got food in your mouth. Mixed voice.

“As a guard, will you ever starve again? ”

This reminds Su Yan of a situation where he once starved as a maid.

“What do the Song guards think? ”

Instead of answering positively, he asked back.

Su Smoke swallowed the food in his mouth.

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“Possibly. ”

Stu Shu didn't lose his laughter.

“The Song guard thinks the king will miss your bowl of rice? ”

“No."

“Oh? It looks like the Song guard likes to starve. ”

Su Yan, shake your head hard.

“Don't like it. ”

Stuart watched as she suddenly became vigilant.

A smile flashed in his eyes.

Pick up the chopsticks in front of you and taste the fish in front of you.

Slow sound

“The Song guard loves to eat fish. ”

This table full of dishes just ate the fish meat.

Su Smoke nodded

“Delicious. ”

Delicious is on the one hand, and close on the other.

She's too hungry.

So close to which dish to eat.

Don't pick food.

Stu shrugged his eyebrows.

“The benefactor likes to eat, so naturally he has to make more for the benefactor in the kitchen later. ”

Su Smoke doesn't care much.

Nod.

“Okay."

Eat everything.

Just eat up.

After this meal.

Su Yan officially became a close guard next to Stu Shu.

Time flies, half a month later.

Su Smoke looked at the roasted fish in front of him.

The stomach rolled over.

You don't take chopsticks, you just chew on a white bun with your head down.

Half a month.

Three meals a day, a ton of fish.

At this time, Su Smoke understood what he meant by asking her to eat more fish.

Now Su Smoke looks at the fish and his stomach is upset.

She eats half the meal.

Red Star walked up to her and made a noise.

“The King wants to see you. ”

Cold voice.

Su Cigarette nodded.

Place your own lunch box on the steps.

She's a close guard.

It takes twelve hours a day to stay ahead of us.

But because of the stars, they alternate.

Basically, Su smoke is worth daytime.

The stars guard the night.

Of course, there are other guards.

Whenever and wherever the King is surrounded by no fewer than four guards.

Su Smoke buckles the box.

Stand up and drive from the end of the corridor to the hall.

Walk into the hall.

The smell of the fragrance furnace, with a very faint hint of tea.

Stu sits at the top of the chair.

Hands folded.

For some reason, Stu seemed to enjoy watching folds in the hall during the day.

As soon as Su Smoke walked in, she heard him say something.

“Milled ink. ”

Su Yan made a noise

“Yes."

I answered and walked forward.

Su Smoke pinched the ink strip in his hand and grinded it very seriously.

Half a buzz later.

Stu lifted his eyelids and smiled.

“The Song guards are fed? ”

Su Smoke nodded

Mm-hmm.

“Are you used to eating? ”

Su Yan remembered the fish meat.

My heart rolled over.