Li Yu picked up the fat pigeon, put it in the corner of the room, and made a small nest with the original owner's old clothes.

He sat down beside the bed and asked the system if there was an encyclopedia on the habits of pigeons.

"Yes." 1551 said, "The pigeon is a very interesting animal, not only has a strong memory and homing ability, but also has the habit of driving his wife to the hen."

Li Yu, "..."

1551, "The habit of controlling wives is mainly manifested in that when a pair of pigeons has established a relationship, the cock will use all means to chase the hen, forcing her to return to the nest to lay eggs."

Li Yu, "..."

He looked at the corner, "Is Fat Ash male or female?"

1551. "Public."

Li Yu was inexplicably relieved, and after listening to the system explain some other habits of pigeons, he moved the desk over and put the temporary nest on it.

He clapped his hands, moved a stool over, and sat in front of the desk with his chin in both hands, observing Fat Ash.

The little guy seems to be tired, and because he is not familiar with the environment, he is always vigilant.

It stands on one leg with one leg tucked into its abdomen, and its head is inserted into its wings in a twisted arc.

It was the first time that Li Yu raised such a small thing, and he thought it was very interesting, so he reached out and poked it.

Fat Hui fell sideways along the strength, it was stiff for a moment, spread its wings and jumped, gurgling to the sides, and finally fixed its gaze on the new owner's face.

Li Yu beckoned to it, Fat Gray tilted his head and stared at the young man for a few seconds, shook his feathers, turned his back to face the person, and continued to sleep.

Li Yu, "..."

1551, "Because carrier pigeons have to undergo high-intensity flight training every day, they have high requirements for sleep quality."

Li Yu guiltily retracted the fingers that he wanted to continue poking, and thought about it with his arms crossed, got up and went out, and asked the cook to borrow needles and thread.

He dug out a soft piece of old clothes with holes in the closet, and asked the system to give a layout of a simple schoolbag. He drew a gourd in the same way and made a miniature version.

Then cut out and sew each part together.

The small schoolbag was completed, Li Yu put it next to the fat gray nest, and turned to do the second one.

While doing it, he asked, "What size is Shi Yu?"

The system couldn't say for a while, "I'll try to see if I can open the live broadcast, you can compare it yourself."

Li Yu put down the needle and thread, folded his arms on the table, and stared at the screen intently. As the light screen opened, his tightly closed mouth opened slightly, and he turned his head to look at the room.

no.

His cat ears are not in the house.

He frowned and thought about it carefully, it should be when he got out of the car, when he was suddenly pulled by the man, the cat's ear fell from his leg into the car.

Li Yu stared straight at the man pulling out the cat's ears from the inside of the suit, and couldn't help but tsk tsk tsk, couldn't see it, it was quite boring.

Shi Yu took the cat ears into the cloakroom and hung them on the inside of the cabinet door.

Then, a naked back appeared in Li Yu's eyes.

The thin and appropriate muscles tightly covered the man's bones. With the movements of his hands, the butterfly bones rose and fell, and the spotlights on the ceiling showed a bit of sensuality that could not be ignored.

Li Yu picked up the water glass on the table, drank it, his eyes were uncontrollable, and then he looked.

The man's buttocks are wrapped in black panties, beneath which are a pair of slender, straight legs.

Li Yu snorted and subconsciously approached.

Shi Yu's left leg was also injured. There were three in total, two of which were crisscrossed on the outside of the left calf, and the other was on the outside of the thigh, and the length was not short.

Similar to the wound on his abdomen, the scar is slender and flat, and it should have been cut by a sharp tool.

Now is a civilized society, Shi Yu has an unusual identity, who dares to hurt him?

Li Yu couldn't figure it out, looked up again, and found a screen full of mosaics.

1551, "Naked, he's going to take a shower."

He couldn't see it anyway, Li Yu was not interested in the reverie sound of water, so he moved the picture and cut the picture to the door.

Shi Yu's bedroom is decorated in a new Chinese style, with brown wooden decoration, which makes the room look calm and elegant. There is a tea seat on the open-air balcony with the glass roof. There are tea-making tools and cups on the tea seat, and there is a glass bottle next to it. With finely crushed agarwood.

It's been a great day, it's been a lot of fun.

The angle continued to switch, and it stopped on the Bogu shelf in the living room.

Li Yu observed each box one by one and saw nothing but expensive.

He rubbed his chin in confusion, a big man, buying these boxes is definitely not for jewelry, what could it be, antiques, or some famous handicrafts?

The scope is too broad, and it is difficult to think about next year.

Li Yu gave up the inquiries and let the system find the pigeons.

The system said, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and changed into the dressing room. After he came to the balcony of the bedroom, he whistled, and a large black pigeon with a peacock green neck flew from a distance.

The pigeon's eyes are surrounded by white feathers, and the iris is red, high-end, atmospheric, and high-grade.

Da Hei stopped on the man's wrist and looked up at him arrogantly.

Li Yu, "..."

This one looks so good.

He diverted his attention, using the man's hand as a reference to judge the size of the pigeon.

After a while, the system turned off the live broadcast, and Li Yu concentrated on sewing.

On the other end, Shi Yu stretched out a finger and scratched Dahei's chest, "Don't stare at me, borrow your boyfriend for two days."

With a grunt, Da Hei jumped onto the armrest, turned around and turned his back, showing his anger with a cold back.

Shi Yu glanced at it coldly, then turned and entered the room.

Yu Si saw this scene from the security room and felt novel. He slipped into the kitchen, grabbed the whole grain, and threw it on the steps.

"Cuckoo." He simulated a cry, delusionally trying to seduce Da Hei.

Da Hei jumped up and down, his red eyes rolled, he stayed on the ground for a second, then suddenly spread his wings and flew up, pecking at the head of the stranger.

Yu Si jumped up after being pecked. He covered his mouth and ran away. He tripped over the stone steps and fell into a dog to eat shit, but he didn't dare to say a word because he was afraid of disturbing the owner of the house.

The black pigeon, like a soldier patrolling the territory, took a few steps on the spot with its head held high, flew to the opposite roof, and quietly watched the courtyard.

Shi Yu sat in front of the tea seat and brewed a cup of clear tea for himself. He was clear about the situation outside. He lowered his head and took a sip, raising his eyebrows lightly.

The tea is fragrant, with a hint of fragrance in it, which easily reminded him of a young man in a white vest, gray shorts, and a pair of pink cat ears in a lively night scene.

Shi Yu rubbed the teacup and suddenly remembered the smooth and cool skin of the young man he met in the car.

The lights were dim, casting deep shadows on the young man's neck and collarbone... The man took a deep breath, resisted the heat that had been rising since he got in the car, walked into the bathroom again with a sullen face, and took a cold shower .

The next morning, God finally cried after being bored for two days.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Li Yu felt a refreshing coolness.

The cook was in a good mood today. When she went out, she hummed a song and put on a rare lipstick on her lips.

Li Yu followed her, "Sister Song has an appointment tonight?"

"Yeah, I have an appointment with a friend for dinner." The cook wore high heels today and walked cautiously. She grabbed the handrail and said as she descended the ladder, "Xiao Jiang, tomorrow is Saturday, what are you going to do?"

Li Yu paid attention to his feet, "I made an appointment with a friend."

The cook sighed and teased, "Sister Song is the first to hear that you have a friend, who is it?"

Li Yu smiled, afraid that he would scare people to death by speaking out.

Seeing that the young man avoided speaking, the cook pouted and said with a yin and yang peculiar anger, "We old aunts just love to think, and in the end, they care about you. If you don't appreciate it, forget it. I didn't ask."

Normally speaking, if the words are all on this point, even if the other party doesn't tell the truth, he has to prevaricate a few words.

However, Li Yu did not take the usual path, and continued to walk with his hands, as if he was deaf.

The cook turned pale with anger, and spent the rest of the morning looking for trouble with the youth.

When Maria came, she immediately grabbed her and said, "That boy Jiang Yuan, he usually treats him for nothing. I talked to him this morning, and he likes to ignore it, something."

"Is there a misunderstanding?" Maria glanced at the young man standing in front of the sink washing dishes, and didn't think there was any problem.

When the cook saw that she refused to stand on her side, the hand that was only a vacuous hand was changed to a stern pinch.

Maria cried out in pain, "Sister Song!"

The cook's face was distorted and her voice was cold, "Misunderstanding, what else would you say other than these two words?!"

Maria was frightened by her appearance and didn't react for a long time.

The voices behind him stopped. Li Yu put the washed dishes and chopsticks into the disinfection cabinet by category, closed the cabinet door, wiped his hands and walked out, ready to start cleaning.

After two days of resting, the butler's legs were almost healed, so he personally delivered meals this morning.

He went happily and came back with a look of anger. When he passed through the kitchen door, he glared fiercely at the young man who passed him, "Don't go out yet, come in and listen carefully."

With a bang, the food box was placed on the chopping board by gravity.

The sullenness on the cook's face disappeared, and she was shaken by the loud noise, "What, what's wrong, Mr. Shi is not satisfied?"

The housekeeper slapped the metal table a few times with force, "I only praised you yesterday, but today I can't do it anymore, you can see what's in the porridge for yourself!"

The cook was terrified by the shouting, and she carefully opened the box and brought out the porridge.

On the white rice porridge, a blowfly floated.

The fly is not small and can't die any longer, but its sleeping position on its back gives people the illusion that it will jump up at any time.

Li Yu caught a glimpse of this scene from a distance and worried for Shi Yu for three seconds, "Is the target okay?"

1551 said, "It's okay. When I saw the fly, my face turned green."

The corner of Li Yu's mouth twitched, this concentration is okay, but he would definitely vomit.

The cook's first reaction was that she couldn't admit it. If she wanted to blame Jiang Yuan, that dead boy, if he hadn't made her angry and lost her mind when cooking porridge, how could she have made such a low-level mistake.

"Housekeeper, don't blame me for this, I didn't cook the porridge, it was Jiang Yuan."

The housekeeper looked over, "Did you make this porridge?"

"No." Li Yu said calmly, "Sister Song cooked it."

"Jiang Yuan, don't spit your blood, this porridge is clearly cooked by you all the way, how can you rely on me." Said the cook's eyes reddened, and the horse's urine would drop after she said it, without any brewing.

Early in the morning, there were only two people in the kitchen, and anyone's words were only fifty percent credible.

The housekeeper was upset by her crying, "Shut up, each person will be fined 300."

"Jiang Yuan." He pointed to the door, "Tonight, clean up the garden, loosen the soil, trim the branches, and fertilize. One of them is indispensable. I will check it tomorrow morning."

The cook thought she was all right, so she felt distressed about the money, turned her head and planned to do something else, but was stopped by the housekeeper.

"You're in charge of cleaning the kitchen and the operation room, the floor and the ceiling, every corner must be clean, but it will be done tomorrow."

The cook was so angry that she didn't dare to attack.

As soon as they left, she angrily ran in front of Li Yu, "What's the matter with you, Sister Song, I usually take you well, so you just repay me like this?!"

Li Yu was held back by her and couldn't go, "Sister Song, one yard is one yard, I won't help people carry the blame."

The cook was out of breath, blushing, and poking at the young man's chest with shaking fingers, "Okay, you wait for me."

Li Yu patted her hand away and went straight to the operation room to get the cleaning tools.

Maria didn't dare to come out, she walked out of the kitchen lightly, and came behind Li Yu with a rag.

"Jiang Yuan, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Li Yu lowered his head and swept the leaves, his expression relaxed, as if he really didn't take it to heart.

Compared with her, Maria is more like a client, full of worry, "The cook is not easy to mess with, be careful that she wears small shoes for you."

Li Yu nodded, indicating that he understood, and continued to work.

At dinner that night, Maria's worries came true.

On the dinner table, the meals were equally divided into five portions, each with vegetables and meat, and a bowl of soup. As for Li Yu, there was nothing, and there was an empty bowl in front of him.

When the young man came to the table, the cook pretended to be guilty and said in a choked voice, "I'm sorry, Xiao Jiang, I made one less portion."

Li Yu's face was flat, "It's okay."

After saying this, he went directly to the small shed next to the garden and took out a pair of huge gardening shears.

The sound of clack clack came from the yard, and the cook grabbed the door frame and looked out. The sun shone on the blade of the blade, reflecting the dazzling light.

A chill climbed up her tailbone, she shivered, and hurriedly retracted her head.

At eight o'clock, everyone got off work one after another.

Li Yu pruned a part of the branches, threw the scissors aside, and went to the kitchen to cook by himself.

The vegetables and meat that the chef buys every day will have a small amount of surplus, neatly hidden in the corner of the cabinet, and then sold to the collector at a low price the next day.

She did this very secretly, and Li Yu only knew it by chance.

He squatted in front of the cabinet, picked two white potatoes and one tomato, got up and went to the basket to get an egg to make soup.

The sound of chopping vegetables was a bit abrupt in the silent house.

Shi Yu parked the car and entered the door, followed the sound to the kitchen. The young man was cutting vegetables with his back to the door.

He was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, with a red plaid apron tied in front of him.

The apron belt is tied with a bow behind the youth's waist, creating a smooth and beautiful waistline, which complements the line of the buttocks.

Shi Yu swallowed saliva, his mouth was dry, and his legs walked in uncontrollably.

"Jiang Yuan."

Li Yu turned his head in response, stunned, "Mr. Shi."

He looked back at the shredded potatoes soaked in water on the chopping board, his eyes flickered, and he asked, "Would you like to try my dish?"

Shi Yu didn't refuse, he loosened his tie and held it in his hands, his voice was hoarse, "I'll go back and change first."

The conversation between the two was neither painful nor itchy, but Li Yu knew that the man was hot inside, he saw it all, and something was wrong with Shi Yu.

He looked down at the apron on his body, and couldn't help but say to the system, "It was like this in the last world, you can't see the apron."

Shi Yu was running fast all the way, his steps were very wide, and the risk of pulling his crotch was very high.

The man entered the door and went straight to the bathroom. In less than 24 hours, this was the third cold shower he had taken.

Throwing the soaked clothes out, he wiped the water on his face, not feeling cold at all, but getting hotter and hotter.

His brain was spinning out of control, fantasizing about the youth putting on an apron, putting on cat ears, and sitting at the dining table...

The nasal cavity was itchy for a while, Shi Yu raised his hand and touched it, it was full of blood.

"Fuck." With a low curse, he stepped out of the shower and pulled a piece of toilet paper to block his nostrils.

After the blood soaked the toilet paper, he quickly changed another one, and stood there for about two or three minutes before the bleeding stopped.

At this moment, the voice of the youth came from the direction of the living room.

"Mr. Shi, the meal is ready." Li Yu tightened the food box in his hand, "I brought you the meal made by Sister Song."

Shi Yu was stunned, hurriedly wiped his body, opened the door, stepped into the cloakroom, and put on casual home clothes.

The man in the full-length mirror had wet and messy hair, white toilet paper stuck in his nostrils, and a stupid look on his face.

A strange voice sounded in my ear, "It's been too long, it's time to start eating meat."

Shi Yu's eyes suddenly gloomy, looking at the void, "Go away."