Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 77 Burning Cub

Xingxing and Xuanxuan were both relatively strong. Song Weiguo taught the two little ones in accordance with their aptitude and deliberately arranged a lot of skillful strength-building activities for the two little ones. At first, Xingxing felt like a god was helping him, and he hummed while wearing a sandbag. She ran around the yard and even climbed onto the wall, but within half an hour, she was tired.

She couldn't hold it on anymore, couldn't control it well, and sat down on the ground.Little Claws patted his shriveled belly, looked in the direction of the kitchen with longing eyes, and said in a feeble voice: "Daddy, I want to eat steamed buns, I'm hungry."

"Hold on for another quarter of an hour." Song Weiguo came over and stuffed a piece of sugar cube into each of the two little ones, and then used a small bamboo pole to drive the two of them up like piggies.

Xingxing lowered her head and glanced at her little carrot legs. She let out a cry, then gritted her teeth and went back to training.

At the end of the morning, even Li Chengqian collapsed on the ground.

Just when they rushed into the kitchen to look for steamed buns with anticipation, Jiang Wan locked the four little ones, Song Jichen, Xuanxuan, Li Chengqian and Xingxing, in the kitchen.

"The noodles have been cooked. You can do whatever you want. If they don't steam well, there will be no steamed buns to eat. The firewood is here, so you can make a fire yourself." After saying that, Jiang Wan closed the kitchen door.

Several children were blinded.

"I'll knead the dough, and you two will make the steamed buns. Wake up and look at me." For Song Jichen, making a fire was very simple. He quickly lit the fire in the stove hole, and then shrank into a I hugged Dumpty from the regiment.

"Second brother, don't worry, I know, I'll light the fire." Xingxing didn't have much strength to speak, and the two small balls on his head drooped messily.

After the children finished their work, they started to work.

Xingxing's work was relatively easy. She squatted on the small bench and stared at the stove hole.

However, it seemed that the firewood was put out a little too quickly, and the flames were actually suppressed.

Xingxing subconsciously wanted to find someone for help, but when she turned around, she saw that Song Jichen and Li Chengqian were kneading dough, and Xuanxuan was also seriously helping to clean up the panels. It seemed that no one was free.

This was also the first time for the little cub to work on the fire alone here. She felt a little uneasy. Seeing that the sparks seemed to be extinguished, Xingxing's chubby little body sat on the horse and thought for a while, and then suddenly became excited. He raised his cheeks and blew into the stove hole.

The next second, a sudden flame burst out. Xingxing couldn't avoid it, and the flame flew directly towards her face.

"Wow, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The black face woke up and cried, and he kept crying in his mouth and kept shouting A Niang and Niang.

The three little boys who heard the noise in the room rushed towards Xingxing.

"Wake up and don't cry. I'll wipe your face." Xuanxuan wiped Zaizai's face with a small handkerchief.

Outside the kitchen, Jiang Wan sighed and stopped Song Jiyuan who wanted to open the door: "Wake up, my mother is with you outside. You can make steamed buns as soon as possible and come out."

Xingxing, who had turned into a black man, couldn't help but turn around when he heard Jiang Wan's voice, and saw Liang Wan standing outside, her teeth bared in a smile, looking very funny.

But this morning, none of the four children came out of the kitchen...

(End of this chapter)