Chapter 1414 “Can I raise chickens on my head?”…

Feng Ci got up early and found that the living room, which should have been bustling with activity, was empty.

It's so rare that the hardworking little witch is sleeping in.

While thinking about this, Feng Ci walked to the bar in the living room and bent down to look for the coffee machine that had been placed in the cabinet for a long time.

In an absolutely quiet environment, even a pin drop can be heard.

The sound of the guest room door opening caught Feng Ci's attention. He didn't stand up, but turned his head to take a look.

The door of the guest room opened a little, and a small black head slowly poked out, its bright blue eyes rolling around, carefully observing the movements outside.

Why are you acting so sneaky? Feng Ci didn't move or say a word. What did he want to see the child for?

After making sure it was safe outside, Meiguo turned around and carried out a bed sheet. Her short arms made it difficult for her to hold the sheet, and most of the sheet dragged on the ground.

The child tiptoed towards the washing machine on the balcony, holding his breath the whole time without making any sound. When he got there, he hurriedly stuffed the 1.8-meter-long bed sheet into the washing machine. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a voice sounded behind him.

"Did you wet the bed?"

!

Berry turned around, his face flushed, and he shook his head like a windmill: "I didn't!"

"I definitely didn't wet the bed!"

Feng Ci's expression was one of calmness, as if everything was under control. He raised the corners of his eyes and hummed softly:

"I saw it with both eyes. There was a wet spot on the sheet."

With all the evidence in hand, Meiguo became anxious and pointed with her little finger: "It was Xiuxiu, yes, Xiuxiu wet the bed."

Xiu Xiu, who worked diligently but was stabbed in the back: 凸(艹皿艹)

Xiuxiu jumped between the two of them angrily, its lush and flowing whiskers dancing wildly, accusing Berry of his crimes.

Meiguo withdrew her hand guiltily, stammering and not daring to refute.

Feng Ci, who had never been in tune with Xiu Xiu before, miraculously understood its meaning.

He nodded and glanced at Berry: "It would be strange if you don't wet the bed if you drink some sweet water before going to bed."

Feng Ci reached out to the child and said impartially, "Bedwetting damages public finances. Now I'm confiscating your sweet drink."

The little witch, who was in the wrong, was extremely embarrassed and handed over the remaining sweet water.

Meiguo hid 1.25 liters of Coke in her grandmother's bag. She would take it out and take a sip whenever she had nothing to do. She drank half of it.

After a moment of silence, a question mark slowly rose above Feng Ci's head.

Um?

...Isn't this her first time wetting the bed?

*

Ever since she lost her magic power once, Berry has become extremely frugal in using it. She used to like using cleaning magic and drying magic, but now she is too stingy to use them.

But washing her hair and taking a bath by herself is not only troublesome, but also makes a mess. Over time, she no longer likes taking a bath.

When Feng Ci urged her to take a shower, she would either look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, pretending to be busy, or put on a stern face and act deep, as if she was calculating but didn't understand.

He witnessed her transformation from a white porcelain doll with pink hues to the little black kid next door.

Not to mention that Feng Ci had never taken care of a child before, even if he had, it would not be convenient for a grown man like him to help her scrub her back.

One day, Feng Ci called her over and threatened her, "If you don't wash your hair for a long time, you'll get lice. Lice will jump all over your head."

"Ah." Berry's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

The little guy seemed scared: "What if I don't wash the president for a few days?"

Feng Ci: "Three days."

"oh oh."

Three days later, the child came running to me angrily and asked, "I haven't washed my hair for three days, why don't I have a lion on my head?"

"You lied again!"

Defeated by the human cub's top-level understanding, Feng Ci was speechless.

He remembered that Berry often sat in front of the TV and watched Animal World a while ago, with great interest from day to night.

When excited, he would even pull Feng Ci aside to vividly describe the small animals in the magical world. Although they were called small animals, Warcraft was actually a more appropriate description, because in the modern world there were no fire-breathing tigers, flying elks, or mine-carrying wild boars.

This made Feng Ci feel envious and planted the seed of wanting to explore the magical world.

Compared to the monsters in the magical world that can fly, hide, spit fire and shoot ice, the little animals here can definitely be described as gentle, friendly and approachable.

"Brother Feng, I want to raise a lion and an elephant."

Meiguo shook Fengci's hand and asked, "How can I raise them?"

Feng Ci turned his head and said: "In the next life, I want to be reincarnated as a lion mother or an elephant mother."

"Then I want to learn how to be a mother now." Meiguo touched her chin and looked at him expectantly, "What does a mother have to do?"

Feng Ci was about to open his mouth to speak, but when he met the child's innocent eyes, he suddenly stopped talking.

Berry was raised by the witch grandmother. She had never seen her parents and knew nothing about them.

She was a child abandoned by her parents at birth.

Feng Ci lowered his eyelids and changed the subject: "You have no vision. Lions and elephants are only national champions. If you want to raise a pet, raise a giant panda."

Berry hugged his short arms and refused without hesitation: "No, I can't beat it."

She cosplayed a roc spreading its wings: "It can hum and ha, it's really powerful."

The child shook his head, looking like he was trying to settle for second best: "Lions and tigers are good too. People shouldn't be too greedy."

Feng Ci chose not to respond. He casually took out a comb from his jacket pocket, held the back of the child's head, and combed it downwards.

"Comb your hair this morning. It's a mess like a chicken coop."

If the child hadn't refused to cut his hair short and he happened to have mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, he wouldn't have carried a small comb with him at all.

Berry's train of thought was unusual: "So can I raise chickens on my head?"

Feng Ci's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to ruffle her hair. He pinched her face and threatened:

"If you dare to raise chickens on your head, you and your stick will live in the chicken coop. There's no washing machine or water heater in the chicken coop."

"I don't want to keep it anymore."

Meiguo took the comb from Feng Ci's hand, pulled him down hard, and combed his hair diligently.

After finishing, he gave a thumbs up: "Cool!"

*

The guest room door is usually not locked, and Feng Ci occasionally gets up at night to take a look, so he is very familiar with Meiguo's daily routine.

Ten o'clock in the evening was the time when the children were sleeping soundly. Feng Ci changed into going-out clothes and opened the door in the dark.

This was not the first time he went out to eat alone late at night, but maybe it was because he had a high quality and strong sense of morality, so he always felt a little guilty at this time. This was specifically reflected in his behavior of tiptoeing out even though he knew that Meiguo was sleeping soundly.

Just then—

A figure emerged silently from the pitch-black darkness, floating on the ceiling, looking at him with its neck tilted.

“……!!”

Feng Ci's feet stepped back uncontrollably, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"Brother Feng, good evening." The sweet and crisp voice of a baby came slowly.

Feng Ci had a real feeling of falling from a great height to the ground. He turned on the light and saw berries flying on a broom on the ceiling.

His temples twitched, and he angrily asked, "Who taught you to stay up late at night and act like a ghost?"

"I didn't mean to scare you. I was waiting for you."

"What are you waiting for me for?"

The little witch on her broomstick strolled around and flew around: "If you want to go out, take me with you."

Feng Ci was stunned. He never expected that she would come here specially to stop him. If not, how did she find out?

"Who said I was going out?"

"I saw it all. You're going to the chicken and duck shop to eat."

Seal: "?"

"Um, chicken and duck?"

Berry corrected herself: "No, I remembered it wrongly. It was the Bird and Chicken Shop."

Meiguo was being evasive: "I didn't mean to peek at your chat. Your phone was too close to me, so I accidentally saw it."

Feng Ci pulled out the chat history with Zhang Mai, pointed to a paragraph and asked, "Are you talking about this?"

"Yes, yes!"

Feng Ci looked at the child's confident and complacent face, then at the four words "Hongyuan Shop". He slowly turned his back, walked to the sofa, and fell into it, laughing so hard that his body shook.

Today's happiness has arrived, and Feng Ci generously takes berries with him when he goes out.

Passing by a 24-hour McDonald's, Meiguo couldn't take her eyes off it. She grabbed Feng Ci's clothes and whined. Although the noise was small, it was impossible to ignore it.

Feng Ci stopped the electric scooter and led the child inside.

In the past, we always ordered the fried chicken that Meiguo loved, but today Feng Ci wanted to try something new, so he ordered a hamburger set.

Meiguo heard the conversation between Feng Ci and the salesperson, frowned, and pulled his clothes down.

Feng Ci lowered his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

“Brother Feng, I don’t want to eat Han Baobao.”

"Then you eat fried chicken and I eat hamburgers."

"Baby Han is so pitiful. Is he eating Han Daddy, Han Mommy, and Han Brother?"

"..." Feng Ci slid open the order page, "Read after me: Hamburger, Bao."

Berry put her hands on her hips and said, "I didn't pronounce it wrong. I pronounced it as baby."

Forget it, why bother arguing with an uneducated kid.

When Feng Ci appeared, several yellow-haired boys at the table were playing cards and drinking.

"Brother Feng, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Hey, why is there a child?"

Feng Ci casually pulled out two tissues, wiped the chair, put the berries on it and sat down: "The child at home insisted on coming, and I couldn't stop her."

The child clenched his fists and his face turned green.

Feng Ci understood immediately and raised his eyelids: "Put out the cigarettes and open the doors and windows."

The little yellow-haired boys, who still had cigarettes in their hands, choked, looked at each other, and put out their cigarettes quickly, knowing tacitly that tonight was a children's game.

The cold wind made the whole box cleaner and fresher, and the little yellow-haired kids shivered with cold.

Meiguo had never seen Feng Ci smoke, but every time Feng Ci went out secretly without her knowledge, his clothes would smell of cigarettes when he came back.

Now she finally understood the source of the smell.

It turns out that adults' mouths can emit smelly black smoke. She reached for the small shoulder bag she was carrying, her intention was self-evident, and Feng Ci grabbed it.

Berry was confused and filled with indignation.

Feng Ci slowly opened the McDonald's bag, and the aroma of hamburgers and fried chicken reached his head. "Fried chicken won't taste good if it gets cold. There's no microwave here."

When Meiguo heard this, all the black smoke disappeared into the sky.

She frantically lowered her head to search, and while busy putting on disposable gloves, she raised her head and opened her mouth wide: "Feed me first, thank you."

Feng Ci was chatting with his yellow-haired brothers, while Meiguo was quietly eating fried chicken on the side.

The child ate slowly and elegantly, which was very different from the impression we have of children who always had greasy mouths.

Someone looked at Meiguo's face, which was scaled down to Feng Ci's, and blurted out, "Brother Feng, this is our sister, right? How old is she? She looks so much like you."

They were not the first people to say that the two looked alike; Zhang Mai and Bai Ming had both said so.

But Feng Ci couldn't see it, and naturally didn't think they looked like brother and sister.

"Your eyesight is poor." He sneered.

He was much smarter than Berry when he was little.