chapter 27

People say that laughter is the best laughter at the end. So what is the result of laughter at the start? The conclusion is that she would not be able to cry it out.

Momo looked at how they were making fewer and fewer dumplings, and thought about how she ran out to buy the dumpling filling and rolled dumpling skin again. She wished she could smash the pot. The pair of non-human mentor and apprentice have already eaten six pots of dumplings and insisted not to use spells to help her. The reason is that they can eat the original taste of the dumplings made by spells!

Numbly throwing dumplings into the pot, Momo looked up at the wall clock, it was already ten o’clock. God, would she have to spend the whole midnight on making dumplings on Christmas Eve?! Momo looked sadly at the heat coming out of the pot and deeply realized the desolate mood of the song lyrics that resembles the tragic death of a mother that worked really hard but got abused.

“Momo, the baby is asleep. Shh~” Na Ze, who had been the caretaker of a dad, finally crawled out of the baby room. The child with a tired face and long wings was really hard to handle.

“How did the baby sleep tonight,” Momo took the spoon and turned her head, “He grew wings. Is he going to sleep like a bird by standing up?”

“Pouting”, Na Ze laughed from Momo’s comment and patted the head of his silly wife. “He can retract his wings to sleep. Our baby is an angel, not a birdman. Understand?”

It turns out that the difference between angels and birdmen is here, Momo suddenly realized. “I understand!”

Na Ze touched her nose gently. “It’s getting late, let’s pack our things and return back to the castle, don’t make the dumplings anymore.”

“But they said that they still want, how can I let the guests not feel satisfied with their hunger?” Momo stirred the water in the pot without looking up.

“They’ve already finished eating, and they put away the dumplings using their powers. They probably want to trick you to make more and keep it for later.” Na Ze was also very dissatisfied with this.

“Ah, why didn’t you say that earlier?!” Momo jumped up and went straight to the living room. Sure enough, he saw the master and apprentice watching TV, and placed some dumplings on the table to make props. “Finished eating and you’re thinking of moving around?! “

“The master said that, ‘I can’t eat so I walked around.’” Ling’er sat on the sofa and smiled happily at Momo.

Yun Zhaoyin coughed softly and did not answer, he wondered who was the one who asked the woman in front of him to cook with anger at noon! He should take more dumplings and leave, and it should be like that.

“Yun Zhaoyin,” Momo’s eyes swept over like a searchlight, “You–“

“Yin Xin, Yin Xin, Yin Xin hey ~” There came a baby quote passing by.

“Is the doorbell ringing?” Ling’er whispered with a soft voice.

“Na Ze, go and open the door! Who is still at the door so late!” Momo was interrupted while she was scolding, and she became upset seeing her face.

“I-I will go and open the door.” Ling’er voluntarily ran to open the door, then turned her head and reported to Momo, “Sister, it’s the blood race.”

“Really?” Momo glanced at Na Ze. Na Ze shrugged and implied that he didn’t know. She had to walk to the door and found out that it was Tebessa who helped herself to buy food today. Oh! Hello, Merry Christmas to you!”

“Hello Madam,” Tebessa gave a lady’s salute in a panic, and her pale skin turned red. “Merry Christmas, I think—”

“Don’t stand outside, come in and talk!” Momo greeted enthusiastically. This Tebessa was quite cute.

Tebessa pinched on the side of her clothes and said incoherently. “Ah, no need to. No need to. I-that, that dumpling …”

“Do you want to eat dumplings?” Momo looked a little surprised. “Didn’t you say you can’t eat it?”

“I don’t know, but it smells really good,” Tebessa lowered her head. “Since you became part of the blood family, I smelt the fragrance of food for the first time.”

“Then you can try to eat it, if it’s not good, just spit it out,” Momo pulled her distressingly, “Right, how can you smell the fragrance? “

Tebessa waved her hand hurriedly. “No, no, there are too many people, everyone can smell the fragrance, we just want to see what the dumplings look like-“

“There are so many people?!” Momo listened to her and looked subconsciously towards the ceiling. There were indeed blood races standing on it. There were at least twenty or thirty people. Their eyes were longing, expressions were expecting and their throats were moving. Ugh, they just swallowed their saliva.

“You can wait for awhile, there are dumplings,” Momo turned back and rushed to Yun Zhaoyin’s side, “Hand over the dumplings you hid, and I will cook them for all of you again later.”

Yun Zhaoyin looked at the rarely serious Momo, and actually had a kind feeling, he nodded and turned towards a slippery bowl. The dumplings flew out of his sleeves one after another. Each bowl was automatically filled and then queued in flying towards the door.

“Wow, that’s even possible,” Momo walked all the way to the door in surprise, and found that the bowls were floating in front of the blood race. “Is this enough, Tebessa?”

“Ah, enough—” Before she finished her words, Tebessa looked tremblingly behind Momo.

“Momo,” She didn’t know when Na Ze appeared but his face was not very good. “You go in first, I have something to say.”

“What can I not listen to?”

“Stay here if you want to hear it. Which one of you will explain to my Na Ze’s figure lifted her head alienated. Although he looked up at the ceiling of the blood races, his aura was completely reversed.

All beings hanging from the ceiling retracted halfway, and it was strange if they dared to speak.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Was it the dumpling I made difficult to eat? Why are you like this?” Momo was a little angry. “As for your princely attitude!”

Na Ze was speechless towards Momo, who was not aware of the situation. “It’s not your problem of dumplings, it’s the problem of garlic. Aren’t you in a human society, haven’t you heard the rumor that the blood race is afraid of garlic?!”

“I haven’t heard. You mean that they will die if they eat it?” Momo was startled.

“Of course not. Garlic is not a gift from God. It’s just that the sense of taste of the new blood has not been completely lost. They will feel something that stimulates their senses. Based on the remaining instincts of humans, they will want to eat and can hardly resist. They are unable to defend themselves against this temptation. Na Ze sighed. “As for the rumor, it was the result of false accusations. The Senate Council believes that eating garlic does not conform to the noble and elegant image of the blood, so it is forbidden to take it without permission. Even Christianity does not know the truth, they are mistaken.”

“Are you saying that I violated the decision of the Council of Elders?” Momo patted her head, looking a little frustrated. “I really didn’t know.”

“You don’t need to pay any attention to the council of the elders, and if you give it to the new blood, they don’t count it for their unauthorized use,” Na Ze grabbed her hand and opened the corner of her eyes with the swipe of her shaggy hair. “I’m just angry at them because they didn’t tell you the truth. “

“Hey, it’s okay. There are times where people are greedy,” Momo was a little embarrassed by Na Ze’s obvious shielding and confession, “What will happen to them if they eat?”

“It’s addictive, nothing else.” Na Ze thought about it and added, “Some may have diarrhea.”

Momo listened to him say this and looked up, finding out that a group of blood races still looked at themselves with pleading eyes, and had to be cautiously asked. “There is not much garlic in the dumplings, that kind of addiction, to what extent? If it is opium smoking, then it’s fine. Even if it is a kind of smoking, it should not be a problem to taste it? “

“It’s up to you,” Na Ze sighed with a smile, and stretched out his hand to encircle Momo. Suddenly, his eyebrows were frowned, and his hands paused and then shrank back. “I’ll go in first, I won’t make them feel uneasy.”

“Oh, good.” Momo made a gesture of courtesy, smiling at him as he entered the door, and turned to make an “ok” gesture, “One person only entitled to one, no more!”

“Wow, thank you Mrs. Momo!” The ceiling shook, and then Momo regretted and bit her tongue–

Oh my god, how many bats can be hidden in the corner? !