"Where is the tea?" he asked.

Ruan Ling shook her head and pushed the porridge in front of him.

Pluto frowned.

This little city god gave him a mess of things to eat.

Don't eat or eat.

He looked away and used the steaming porridge on the table as a transparent decoration.

Ruan Ling sat opposite his desk, looking at him with his eyes, waiting for him to eat.

Pluto began to read official documents.

Although there are ten ghost kings in the underworld who share the affairs of the ten halls, he, as the top leader, cannot just ask about anything.

Cui Yu would take over the important official duties in the underworld every once in a while, and wait until his instructions were finished, and then take them back and distribute them to the ghost kings.

As Pluto looked at it, he became immersed in the divine manner and habitually reached out to the fruit plate in the upper right corner to get something to eat.

Unexpectedly, I felt empty.

He looked up in surprise and found that the fruit plate was empty.

He remembered it very clearly that the golden fruit boy only sent a plate of fruit not long ago.

Then, he saw the little city god sitting on the cushion opposite him.

She was secretly hiding the last banana peel.

No need to ask, the fruit was eaten by her.

The eyebrows of Pluto moved.

This bold and ugly city god just ate it, but he actually ate it all.

She didn't know he hadn't eaten yet!

The Big King stared at her, and there was something called resentment in his eyes that was growing.

Ruan Ling lowered her eyebrows and delighted her eyes, and she refused to look at his light golden eyes.

She thought to herself, I have eaten the fruit anyway, either you will be hungry or you will eat porridge.

Pluto stared at her, took the porridge in his right hand, picked it up and delivered it to his mouth, and drank it in one breath with expressionless face.

I didn't taste what it tasted.

It just feels a bit hot.

Ruan Ling didn't expect that he would drink all this big bowl of fried egg porridge.

She was a little nervous. After packing up the tableware, she had no intention of doing anything and was wandering around restlessly.

She was worried that she would kill Pluto again.

Finally staying up until the evening, she rubbed her palm against his forehead.

It's cool.

ah.

He has no fever.

Ruan Ling felt a little happy in her heart.

The Pope was writing, looking up at her, as if she was looking at a fool.

Ruan Ling didn't care about his eyes.

She was wondering in her heart why he could accept some food, and some would get sick after eating it.

What are the differences and boundaries?

She decided to find out this rule.

After Pluto finished writing, it was already evening again.

The twilight outside is hazy.

He put down his pen and asked for the first time: "What should I eat tonight?"

Ruan Ling turned around and went out, brought in a plate of washed cherries.

When the Golden Fruit Boy saw her take the initiative to give her fruit to her master, she was so moved. Now in their hearts, as long as she did not harm her master, it would be a great joy.

The golden fruit boy prepared the fruit in a mess.

However, Pluto is not interested in fruit at all now.

He just glanced at him and looked away: "Is there anything else?"

If you listen carefully, you can still hear a little expectation from his voice.

However, Ruan Ling's attitude was very firm.

This is the only thing to eat for supper.

She could probably guess Pluto's dietary rules.

To make him safely accept a new food, he must proceed slowly in small quantities. The consequence of eating a lot of snacks at one time like yesterday is that he is sick.

He had already eaten a bowl of porridge at noon today, and he would never eat any other food at night.

Otherwise, I don't know what will happen.

You can't take risks with his body.
Chapter completed!