Great Creator

Guan Meng got up.

She rubbed her eyes, yawned, got up, changed her pajamas, and put on her clothes.

After that, she stopped for a while, and then put the saint's uniform that she had subconsciously held in her hand aside, and then picked up the light and easy-to-action uniform by the bed and put it on. The saint's dress is too complicated and exquisite for her to do housework.

The weather is a bit cold, but fortunately, her internal strength is already at the peak of the acquired day, and she is not too afraid to wear cotton clothes.

She glanced out the window, the sky was faintly bright, and she looked like five or six quarters of Mao's time.

Huang Si told her that she must be at seven o'clock... He told her, that is, before the end of Mao's time, go to his side to report and work.

It's still early, it's too late, you can even have breakfast first.

Or go there, wait for Moxia to make breakfast and eat together.

Guan Meng thought while putting on her shoes.

Suddenly, her movements stopped.

Since when did she get used to working obediently?

Obviously before, I still wanted to put everything down and go wandering.

Guan Meng wanted to cry a little.

I feel that something very important is missing.

With a touch of sentimentality, Guan Meng tidied himself up, left the house, and walked out of Huang Si's yard.

She knocked on the door.

Then, I heard a voice calling from inside the door:

"Don't move! I'll drive!"

The strange voice seemed to be a young woman.

Guan Meng was a little curious.

After a while, the latch pulled and the door creaked open.

Guan Meng looked at the woman who opened the door and didn't know him, but she was so beautiful.

The look of this person looking out, with a kind of innocent cuteness. It's as if she is not in her twenties in appearance, but a teenager in her twenties.

The woman also looked at her, and then suddenly turned around and shouted into the yard: "Dad! Who is this woman!"

"My maid." Huang Si's voice sounded in the yard.

Guan Meng became angry when she heard this. She couldn't bother to look at the woman anymore, and walked into the yard as soon as she opened the door.

As he walked, he protested: "Who is the maid? My dignified Demon Sect saint, but not your servant!"

She walked into the front hall and was stunned as soon as she entered. Apart from Huang Si, Lu Cuo, and the two children, there was another stranger in the front hall.

This person is also a woman, about the same age as the one who opened the door, and completely different in temperament, but she is also outstanding.

Where she sits quietly, her clothes are just ordinary, but like the white snow on the top of a thousand yuan, exuding a very cold and arrogant atmosphere, it seems to have a natural majesty of being in a high position, which makes people feel completely untouchable. bump.

Guan Meng watched her for a long time, almost forgetting that he came to Xingshi to make inquiries.

"Guanmeng, come, eat." Huang Si tapped the plate with his chopsticks.

Guan Meng subconsciously sat down at the table and picked up the chopsticks casually.

Wait, it's not right.

She quickly purged her expression, and said to Huang Siyi sternly: "I am not a servant. You can't..."

Huang Si clamped a shortbread into his mouth and chewed. While eating, he said vaguely, "Is there a difference?"

Doesn't it make a difference? !

Guan Meng thought about it carefully, and it seemed to make no difference.

Ever since she was sent to work by her father, she has fallen into a situation no different from that of a servant.

"But." Huang Si picked up the cup again and poured a big mouthful of soy milk. "Didn't I say that, starting today, you don't have to be so busy. You have already done everything you need to do. You only need to help Moxia every day. One cooking is enough. Your task now is to practice martial arts with Lu Cuo together with Lin Zhuo Sangxiu."

"Yeah, sister, you have forgotten, we are going to practice martial arts together today!"

Lin Zhuo blinked his big eyes and said.

After all, the child is not wrong, Guan Meng reluctantly nodded his head: "Okay, we will be together after dinner."

Lin Zhuo sat at the table and tried hard to take a bun with his short hands.

Then, he stuffed the bun to Sang Xiu who was sitting next to him, watching Sang Xiu happily eat the bun, he tried to reach out for the plate again and took one for himself.

Sangxiu is half a year younger than Lin Zhuo, but she has a lot less words than him, but she has a very cute appearance, holding a big bun in her hand to eat, while watching Guan Meng, her eyes are full of curiosity.

While talking, the woman who opened the door also entered the room.

"Wow, dad you all started to eat! Don't wait for me!"

Huang Si said innocently: "It's not waiting for you, who told you to be so slow."

"That's because it's hard to lock the door of your house! Actually, there is a heavy latch inside and a heavy door lock outside. It took me a lot of effort to lock them all together!" she said in a frantic manner.

Guan Meng: "..."

Oh my God, what kind of person is this!

No common sense?

The inner door latch is of course opened and closed inside, and the outer door lock is hung on the outer door knocker. Generally speaking, only the outside can be locked and opened.

What method did this person use to lock the inside and outside of the gate together? ? ?

Didn't this shut all of them in the yard? ? ?

However, the strangest thing was that she was the only one in the room who had noticed this incident, and the others, as if no one had such a common thing, were sitting casually, completely ignoring the miraculous act of millet.

This makes Guan Meng even self-doubt. Is this normal? Is it normal that she is the only one in the whole house?

Huang Si glanced at Guan Meng and said, "By the way, Guan Meng, let me introduce you. These are my two daughters. This is Mishui. That is the final note. Guan Meng is the daughter of my family. Help me out."

What? daughter?

Only then did Guan Meng realize that she seemed to have overlooked a question of title from the beginning.

That woman named Millet seems to call Huang Si his father from the beginning?

dad? Oh and that final note is also his daughter?

Guan Meng was confused.

After a meeting, she figured it out, she should be her goddaughter. She had just thought of such an obvious reason.

But... Huang Si actually recognized two daughters who seemed to be a little older than him.

This…….

Guan Meng had some magical associations.

Then she looked at Huang Si like a bad person.

Huang Si didn't notice her, he was competing with Millet for the braised pork pie.

But Millet couldn't rob him at all.

Huang Si stroked his chopsticks, and the stewed meat pie became two-thirds.

Then he took away the seven share.

Millet was wronged: "Dad won't let me eat delicious food."

"Didn't you eat the food made under the ink? You can't digest and absorb it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It tastes almost the same after eating it." Huang Si said disapprovingly as he ate the stewed meat pie.

While talking, Mo Xia came again with a large plate with some fried buns in it.

"Father, I cooked the meal in the morning according to the amount of you and your two children. I didn't expect the millet to be eaten too, so you could grab it. Now I have made so many fried dumplings, which should be enough for you to eat."

Huang Si admired: "It's still intimate under the ink. Millet does not learn a bit."

"Dad look down on me! I'll learn it right away!"

"Save it, I don't want to be poisoned by your dark cooking."

After breakfast, Huang Si dismissed Lu Cuo and the three teachers, Guan Meng, Lin Zhuo, and Sang Xiu, and asked them to practice martial arts in the open space behind the yard. The door that was originally locked inside and out was opened by him like this, Guan Meng didn't even notice how he opened the door.

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