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Lead us nt int temptatin, but deliver us frm evil
God Ah, please take us away from temptation and save us from evil. New Testament? Matthew, 6:13
A Ling looked at the recipe in front of him. The afternoon dessert that the owner asked to prepare was a vanilla-flavored cookie. There was a line of notes behind: The one that asked for five eggs but only one egg yolk was added.
This comment is quite mindless, but A Ling knew clearly what the owner meant, which was to put four egg whites and add a whole egg. He knew this, just like knowing that his hand had five fingers, he even knew every step he should do. He was not surprised by this. The memory belonged to his dark and untouchable past. He carefully pulled out the information he wanted from the pile of moldy files and refused to open other warehouses.
The past, like a huge lead-gray shadow, filled with his tired yesterday, only by staying away from that shadow, can he truly be free
Yes, free
He savored the near-free peace and liberation in his enslaved state, and bloomed from the humility crawling in the dust. He was like an ascetic monk, who recited the ecstasy of cleansing sins in repeated self-whippings. He knew that others would not understand this emotion, even his current master, and he had no such luxury. He just lit candles and polished silverware with all his heart, waiting for the arrival of God's grace. Maybe it was tomorrow, maybe it would never be
He did these things with the devotion of serving the gods. As long as the master is satisfied, it is nothing. In the process of serving the master, he has received remuneration.
A Ling took out five eggs from the refrigerator and put them in a large bowl. He looked back at the operation table. The operation table was almost at his chin. He would definitely not be able to make a cookie mold that he could even put in the closet above. He probably had to straighten his body and tiptoe to see the operation table in embarrassment and the bowl on the floor. What should he do?
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There was a bowl on the floor, and there were five eggs in the bowl. The shot clearly captured the silhouette of the young man. His back was extremely straight and he knelt straight. However, no matter how straightened he was, he still couldn't go to the operating table.
Qingxiao looked at him like a child and stretched his neck to look at this and that. The sip of water he was holding couldn't help but spray it out and felt his unkindness. Qingxiao wiped the water traces clean and stared at the monitor with great interest.
After a while, the young man finally made up his mind to put his right hand on the operating table first, and then his left hand. The protruding meridians on the back of his hand appeared on the screen, which seemed to be trying to stand up for a while. Qingxiao's heart seemed to stop beating for a while.
Qingxiao tried the height of the operating table. It didn’t seem difficult to kneel down and stand up straight against the table, but of course, this is what would happen to A Ling, who had been crawling on the ground for three years?
The young man seemed to have hung the weight of his entire body on the operating table, but his posture was very twisted, as if he was exerting force with his right hand, and his left hand was just a story Qingxiao suddenly remembered that A Ling's left hand had been injured. Could it be that serious? Or did he just not exert force?
He stared at the screen attentively, thinking that it was the latter, A Ling, obviously rarely used his hands to do such pull-ups. He adjusted his arms with difficulty and slowly supported his body bit by bit, and he was rising!
Tears suddenly surged out of Qingxiao's eyes A Ling was obviously very excited. He leaned against the operating table and looked at his upright legs, smiling all over his eyes. His posture was still awkward, his legs were spread very wide. It was probably because he used to wearing a leg splitter before and could not maintain the standing posture for a long time. He could only rely on the operating table to barely maintain A Ling looked at the bowl on the floor, and couldn't help but feel difficult again.
After a while, he hung the operating table with his right hand and slowly bent down. The action of trying to pick up the bowl seemed a bit difficult for him. His body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He got up in disappointment and slapped his harsh palm on the floor as if he was angry. The childish movements made him see clearly and smiled again without realizing it.
But A Ling's eyes were turned around and he actually brought the chair beside the dining table, picked up the bowl of eggs, climbed up and knelt on the chair to do things, obviously it was common for him. He skillfully beat the eggs and operated them enthusiastically, and could see that Xiao Da frowned.
The egg liquid was quickly mixed, and then added milk, sugar, and other seasonings. A Ling climbed up and down. He was probably a little impatient and even put together several dining chairs, and then he didn't have to go down the floor.
Qingxiao shook his head without realizing it, secretly hating himself. Isn’t it enough to place two chairs in the kitchen? How could he buy a dining table with six chairs? Now A Ling is lazy and naturally refuses to practice standing and walking. Fortunately, he has a killer weapon. The mold of the biscuit is placed in the closet. Even if he kneels on the chair, he can’t reach it. A Ling obviously discovered this, but he did not hesitate at all. He moved a chair and put it on two dining chairs, and climbed up like this!
Seeing that the chair's thin legs were squeaking and almost protruding into the air, Qingxiao could no longer help but rush into the kitchen and shouted: Hello, are you building blocks?
When he yelled, A Ling shook all over and fell down with a chair, and fell to the ground with his back.
Qingxiao was shocked and rushed over with a quick glance and said: How are you? Are you injured?
A Ling became more and more panicked, struggling to get up, but his forehead hit the legs of the dining table inadvertently, and he had no time to cover his head, put his right hand on the dining table and wanted to get up. Unexpectedly, he was grabbing the blade of the butter-cutting table knife, screaming, and letting go
Qingxiao was stunned and had to fix her body. Seeing him get up and kneel down in a mess, his hands obediently behind him, he glanced at Qingxiao timidly and guessed that Qingxiao didn't pay attention. He quietly moved his body and pressed a small piece of butter with his knees to prevent Qingxiao from seeing it.
Qingxiao was so angry that she almost laughed out loud. She bent her legs and knelt beside him on one knee, and said in a rough voice: You really have the talent to hurt yourself! Come, let me see, but I saw a small bag on A Ling's head, but fortunately it was not red, swollen and broken, so I felt relieved.
A Ling blushed and whispered: The chair was not broken, and the tableware was not broken...
Qingxiao interrupted him without saying a word and said: Slaves are the master’s most precious property. Have you never taught you before? It’s really unprofessional, hum!
While saying that, he pulled up his hand and cut a small hole on his ring finger. A trace of blood appeared. Qingxiao put his finger in his mouth with distress, sucking the blood clean, and said: I should have punished you, since I was injured, I will leave it until the next time. If I forgot, remember to remind me.
A layer of misty water vapor appeared in A Ling's dark eyes. He obediently responded, but he couldn't help but complained and whispered: The one he used to... He had never asked A Ling to do these things, and he personally fed A Ling...
Qingxiao said impatiently: I know, the only thing he lets you use your brain is to let you take care of the accounts, that doesn't mean anything... Move your legs apart, and I saw you pressing the butter down.
A Ling raised his legs embarrassedly. The small piece of butter had been flattened. Some of them stuck to his knees. Qingxiao picked up a napkin, wiped his legs clean in a few seconds, and scraped it on his nose. He smiled and said: It's a man, so you should learn to take good care of yourself. Don't wait for others to feed you like a pig.
A Ling was stunned and said in a trembling voice: Master, is it... Is the master unwilling to take care of A Ling?
As if he heard a funny joke, Qing Xiaoha laughed out loud and said: Who said it? Don’t think about it, I just want my slave to be more useful to see what you make the kitchen look like…
He asked A Ling and him to help the falling dining chairs up, arranged them neatly, and said: Look, it is so inconvenient to climb around. If you walk upright like me, you will be much more efficient... Just stretch out your hand and you can get the mold
A Ling took the mold handed to him by Qingxiao. The look was not a smile on Qingxiao, who was not envious, and rubbed his head with a doting heart, saying: Of course it was not easy at the beginning. You can practice standing for ten minutes every day, and the time gradually increases. I know you can do it. It is not difficult. He looked at A Ling and said thoughtfully: At least it is not difficult than wiping the floor with a vibrator.
A Ling's cheeks flushed, he lowered his head and said something, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, Qingxiao couldn't hear clearly, and raised his eyebrows and said: Hum?
A Ling looked at him timidly and said silly: A Ling just wanted to ask, shouldn’t slaves be higher than their masters? Isn’t it too disrespectful to their masters when they stand in front of their masters?
Qingxiao was stunned and laughed again: Of course, but even if you stand up, you will never be as tall as me. So you don’t need to kneel down to highlight your master’s tall and powerful power
He showed off his figure of 1.85 meters unscrupulously, sat lazily on a dining chair with his chin on the back of the chair, and his posture was leisurely like a tiger sniffing roses in the sun: Besides, it would be a slave to crawl around, what's so special? And what I want is a unique slave
He squinted his eyes at A Ling, his eyes were gentle and shimmering like the spring lake: What I want is a unique you
Lead us nt int temptatin, but deliver us frm evil
God Ah, please take us away from temptation and save us from evil. New Testament? Matthew, 6:13
A Ling looked at the recipe in front of him. The afternoon dessert that the owner asked to prepare was a vanilla-flavored cookie. There was a line of notes behind: The one that asked for five eggs but only one egg yolk was added.
This comment is quite mindless, but A Ling knew clearly what the owner meant, which was to put four egg whites and add a whole egg. He knew this, just like knowing that his hand had five fingers, he even knew every step he should do. He was not surprised by this. The memory belonged to his dark and untouchable past. He carefully pulled out the information he wanted from the pile of moldy files and refused to open other warehouses.
The past, like a huge lead-gray shadow, filled with his tired yesterday, only by staying away from that shadow, can he truly be free
Yes, free
He savored the near-free peace and liberation in his enslaved state, and bloomed from the humility crawling in the dust. He was like an ascetic monk, who recited the ecstasy of cleansing sins in repeated self-whippings. He knew that others would not understand this emotion, even his current master, and he had no such luxury. He just lit candles and polished silverware with all his heart, waiting for the arrival of God's grace. Maybe it was tomorrow, maybe it would never be
He did these things with the devotion of serving the gods. As long as the master is satisfied, it is nothing. In the process of serving the master, he has received remuneration.
A Ling took out five eggs from the refrigerator and put them in a large bowl. He looked back at the operation table. The operation table was almost at his chin. He would definitely not be able to make a cookie mold that he could even put in the closet above. He probably had to straighten his body and tiptoe to see the operation table in embarrassment and the bowl on the floor. What should he do?
*****************
There was a bowl on the floor, and there were five eggs in the bowl. The shot clearly captured the silhouette of the young man. His back was extremely straight and he knelt straight. However, no matter how straightened he was, he still couldn't go to the operating table.
Qingxiao looked at him like a child and stretched his neck to look at this and that. The sip of water he was holding couldn't help but spray it out and felt his unkindness. Qingxiao wiped the water traces clean and stared at the monitor with great interest.
After a while, the young man finally made up his mind to put his right hand on the operating table first, and then his left hand. The protruding meridians on the back of his hand appeared on the screen, which seemed to be trying to stand up for a while. Qingxiao's heart seemed to stop beating for a while.
Qingxiao tried the height of the operating table. It didn’t seem difficult to kneel down and stand up straight against the table, but of course, this is what would happen to A Ling, who had been crawling on the ground for three years?
The young man seemed to have hung the weight of his entire body on the operating table, but his posture was very twisted, as if he was exerting force with his right hand, and his left hand was just a story Qingxiao suddenly remembered that A Ling's left hand had been injured. Could it be that serious? Or did he just not exert force?
He stared at the screen attentively, thinking that it was the latter, A Ling, obviously rarely used his hands to do such pull-ups. He adjusted his arms with difficulty and slowly supported his body bit by bit, and he was rising!
Tears suddenly surged out of Qingxiao's eyes A Ling was obviously very excited. He leaned against the operating table and looked at his upright legs, smiling all over his eyes. His posture was still awkward, his legs were spread very wide. It was probably because he used to wearing a leg splitter before and could not maintain the standing posture for a long time. He could only rely on the operating table to barely maintain A Ling looked at the bowl on the floor, and couldn't help but feel difficult again.
After a while, he hung the operating table with his right hand and slowly bent down. The action of trying to pick up the bowl seemed a bit difficult for him. His body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He got up in disappointment and slapped his harsh palm on the floor as if he was angry. The childish movements made him see clearly and smiled again without realizing it.
But A Ling's eyes were turned around and he actually brought the chair beside the dining table, picked up the bowl of eggs, climbed up and knelt on the chair to do things, obviously it was common for him. He skillfully beat the eggs and operated them enthusiastically, and could see that Xiao Da frowned.
The egg liquid was quickly mixed, and then added milk, sugar, and other seasonings. A Ling climbed up and down. He was probably a little impatient and even put together several dining chairs, and then he didn't have to go down the floor.
Qingxiao shook his head without realizing it, secretly hating himself. Isn’t it enough to place two chairs in the kitchen? How could he buy a dining table with six chairs? Now A Ling is lazy and naturally refuses to practice standing and walking. Fortunately, he has a killer weapon. The mold of the biscuit is placed in the closet. Even if he kneels on the chair, he can’t reach it. A Ling obviously discovered this, but he did not hesitate at all. He moved a chair and put it on two dining chairs, and climbed up like this!
Seeing that the chair's thin legs were squeaking and almost protruding into the air, Qingxiao could no longer help but rush into the kitchen and shouted: Hello, are you building blocks?
When he yelled, A Ling shook all over and fell down with a chair, and fell to the ground with his back.
Qingxiao was shocked and rushed over with a quick glance and said: How are you? Are you injured?
A Ling became more and more panicked, struggling to get up, but his forehead hit the legs of the dining table inadvertently, and he had no time to cover his head, put his right hand on the dining table and wanted to get up. Unexpectedly, he was grabbing the blade of the butter-cutting table knife, screaming, and letting go
Qingxiao was stunned and had to fix her body. Seeing him get up and kneel down in a mess, his hands obediently behind him, he glanced at Qingxiao timidly and guessed that Qingxiao didn't pay attention. He quietly moved his body and pressed a small piece of butter with his knees to prevent Qingxiao from seeing it.
Qingxiao was so angry that she almost laughed out loud. She bent her legs and knelt beside him on one knee, and said in a rough voice: You really have the talent to hurt yourself! Come, let me see, but I saw a small bag on A Ling's head, but fortunately it was not red, swollen and broken, so I felt relieved.
A Ling blushed and whispered: The chair was not broken, and the tableware was not broken...
Qingxiao interrupted him without saying a word and said: Slaves are the master’s most precious property. Have you never taught you before? It’s really unprofessional, hum!
While saying that, he pulled up his hand and cut a small hole on his ring finger. A trace of blood appeared. Qingxiao put his finger in his mouth with distress, sucking the blood clean, and said: I should have punished you, since I was injured, I will leave it until the next time. If I forgot, remember to remind me.
A layer of misty water vapor appeared in A Ling's dark eyes. He obediently responded, but he couldn't help but complained and whispered: The one he used to... He had never asked A Ling to do these things, and he personally fed A Ling...
Qingxiao said impatiently: I know, the only thing he lets you use your brain is to let you take care of the accounts, that doesn't mean anything... Move your legs apart, and I saw you pressing the butter down.
A Ling raised his legs embarrassedly. The small piece of butter had been flattened. Some of them stuck to his knees. Qingxiao picked up a napkin, wiped his legs clean in a few seconds, and scraped it on his nose. He smiled and said: It's a man, so you should learn to take good care of yourself. Don't wait for others to feed you like a pig.
A Ling was stunned and said in a trembling voice: Master, is it... Is the master unwilling to take care of A Ling?
As if he heard a funny joke, Qing Xiaoha laughed out loud and said: Who said it? Don’t think about it, I just want my slave to be more useful to see what you make the kitchen look like…
He asked A Ling and him to help the falling dining chairs up, arranged them neatly, and said: Look, it is so inconvenient to climb around. If you walk upright like me, you will be much more efficient... Just stretch out your hand and you can get the mold
A Ling took the mold handed to him by Qingxiao. The look was not a smile on Qingxiao, who was not envious, and rubbed his head with a doting heart, saying: Of course it was not easy at the beginning. You can practice standing for ten minutes every day, and the time gradually increases. I know you can do it. It is not difficult. He looked at A Ling and said thoughtfully: At least it is not difficult than wiping the floor with a vibrator.
A Ling's cheeks flushed, he lowered his head and said something, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, Qingxiao couldn't hear clearly, and raised his eyebrows and said: Hum?
A Ling looked at him timidly and said silly: A Ling just wanted to ask, shouldn’t slaves be higher than their masters? Isn’t it too disrespectful to their masters when they stand in front of their masters?
Qingxiao was stunned and laughed again: Of course, but even if you stand up, you will never be as tall as me. So you don’t need to kneel down to highlight your master’s tall and powerful power
He showed off his figure of 1.85 meters unscrupulously, sat lazily on a dining chair with his chin on the back of the chair, and his posture was leisurely like a tiger sniffing roses in the sun: Besides, it would be a slave to crawl around, what's so special? And what I want is a unique slave
He squinted his eyes at A Ling, his eyes were gentle and shimmering like the spring lake: What I want is a unique you
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