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Chapter 8

"Cut half a catty of beef, here are ten steamed buns, a bowl of vegetable soup, that's all it takes, serve quickly." Lie Yan took two pairs of chopsticks and gave a pair to his son.

Lie Yan deliberately didn't look at it, lying on the edge of the table, with a pair of watery blue eyes, forced the little hairy face to stare at her bean bag.

Huo'er patted Doubao's head distressedly, "Doubao, if you're still hungry, I'll give you both of Huo'er's buns later."

Bean buns nod like garlic!
The corner of Lie Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he tapped it with a chopstick, "No way! From now on, you can only eat four buns per meal, no more."

Bean buns... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"I can't digest it after eating too much, mother is for your own good."

Lie Yan took out a delicate purse and counted the remaining silver, "We'll be in Pengcheng in two days, okay, okay, if you don't have to be patient, you'll spend all your money now, turn around Mother has to eat wild vegetables, do you want mother to eat wild vegetables along the way to satisfy her hunger?"

The three little guys shook their heads violently.

Lie Yan smiled in satisfaction, and was about to praise the three snacks when Xiaopang muttered, "It's easier to eat tree bark than to lie down on the ground to eat wild vegetables."

Lie Yan threw Xiaopang out, and the bastard croaked like a crow, and flew back after a while with an aggrieved expression on his face, holding the buns and continuing to gnaw, muttering, "Mother is bad."

A village woman passed by with two children, and the two children exclaimed in surprise, "Mother, mother, have you ever seen a parrot eating buns?"

"The bun-eating parrot can speak so fluently, is it a legendary magic pet?"

"All right, all right, don't worry about it." The woman glanced at Lie Yan, lowered her eyes, lifted her eyelids slightly, and immediately pulled the children out.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the small restaurant, otherwise it should cause trouble, Lie Yan frowned, stuffed the head of Doubao into Huo'er's arms, and warned, "Don't come out again if you have nothing to do, let alone talk."

"You are also chubby." Isn't it enviable that a parrot can speak so fluently and so psychically?
These days, although talking magic pets are not particularly expensive, they are considered a rare luxury for most commoners.

Lie Yan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he told Doubao and Xiaopang early in the morning not to speak loudly in crowded places.

Bean buns are cute.

Xiao Pang, a foodie, is a born chatterbox, and he can't hold back his words. If you ask him not to talk, it's like asking him to kill him. Even if you tell him a few times, he still can't help making a sound.

After being stared at by Lie Yan, Xiaopang hurriedly shut up and gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, not daring to speak.

After eating quickly, he wrapped the remaining beef and steamed buns in oiled paper, stuffed them into the cloth pouch at his waist, and then walked out holding Huo'er's hand.

The broken donkey cart was driving slowly on the road in the suburbs.

It is the first ten days of May, and the mountain flowers are blooming all the way, and the color is just right.

After the three snacks were full, they were lazy and drowsy in the donkey cart, and Lie Yan went to drive the cart. If he didn't drive the broken donkey himself, he didn't know if he could walk the 100-meter road until dark.

Night gradually enveloped the earth.

After feeding the remaining beef to the three snacks, Lie Yan told them to rest early, while he leaned against the tree beside the car, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

There seemed to be a dangerous smell floating in the air, maybe she was overly sensitive.

(End of this chapter)