Two-dimensional System of Mischief

"Of course, but it's not good yet, you need to wait."

"Really? That's so appreciatively disrespectful."

With the permission of the Gods, and without the invitation of the Gods, the little guy did it in front of the Gods himself.

Sitting on the ground, staring at the grilled chicken for fear that the roasted chicken will disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, this is for you."

Tear off a big plump chicken leg and hand it to the child who is already eager to wear it.

"Wow! Thanks."

The child was very excited, and stretched out his hands to get the result, but when he saw the little hands were dirty.

After looking at the chicken legs that were sure they wouldn't fly away, he stood up and ran to the edge of the stream.

After washing his hands, he took it with gratitude.

"Is it tasty?"

"En! Super delicious, this is the most delicious food I have ever eaten in my life."

"If you like it, don't worry, by the way, what's your name?"

"Woooo, my name is Awang, what about you? You are also from the cottage? Woohoo, why have I never seen you before?"

As Awang said, he has never eaten such delicious food, which is sweet and not greasy or greasy.

The meat is very dry and has a rich flavor that melts in your mouth.

Awang ate in a hurry, while Jindai ate in a leisurely manner, but his eyes never left Awang, as if he had thought of something.

"My name is Shendai. Awang, you have never eaten it? Has no one in the village done it?"

"Well, I dare say that if you bring this grilled chicken in front of everyone, everyone will be crazy... woo woo..."

He looked at Awang who was holding the big chicken leg and was already gnawing on the second one.

Jindai's eyes began to playful, and an unknown smile appeared on the corner of his greasy mouth.

"Awang, do you still want to eat such delicious roast chicken?"

"Of course, I can also go crazy for roast chicken."

"No need to be crazy, look at such a delicious roast chicken. Isn't it a pity that only the two of us can eat it?"

"Uh! Uh? What a pity? It's not a pity. It's their luck that they can enter my stomach."

Chapter 45: Dig your own pit and jump yourself

Ngawang, who ate in a hurry, choked, and faced the persuasive gods, he didn't realize that he was unaware.

Falling into the pit dug by Shendai, Awang was puzzled.Such a delicious roast chicken, of course, had to go into his stomach.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are wrong, Awang, how many pheasants can we catch?"

"Eh? This..."

"You said what if everyone had eaten it once? It seems that I am the only one who knows how to roast chicken. When Awang comes, the people in the cottage will help us catch pheasants, and then you can eat as much as you want."

Hearing that there was so much roasted chicken, Awang's mouth was full of oil, his small eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded his head at Jindai.

"Yeah, that's right, Grandma, Grandma, and Grandma can all taste delicious roast chicken."

Although these words are a bit childish, God Generation is more satisfied with Awang's performance.

Regardless of his own greasy hands, he pressed Awang's head and rubbed it.

This kid has so much potential.

Completely forgetting that someone is also a child, compared to Awang who is already seven years old, someone who is two years old is even more of a child.

"It's almost eaten. I want to go back with my brother and I, and then we will implement our plan."

"Huh? But it seems that I am bigger..."

As soon as Awang said a few words, under someone's sharp eyes, he silently lowered his head.

Looking at Awang who bowed his head and surrendered, Jindai nodded his head in satisfaction, and walked towards the broken house with the two remaining roasted rabbits in his little hand.

A certain big fool is still hungry, if he is starved to death, then the generation of gods will definitely be depressed to the point of autism.

It has nothing to do with him whether the stupid big man dies in the end, but the problem now is very big.

Wouldn't it be a slap in the face if the person he wanted to keep in the God Generation accidentally starved to death?

Carrying a roasted rabbit with a little tail behind him, what kind of domineering spirit does the Age of God already have?

It's just short of a mace on the shoulder, which is definitely the kind that can stop a child from crying.

"Go and tear off the meat of these two rabbits and feed them to him."

It is a painful thing to feed this stupid big guy. Before that, I was alone, and no one was available except myself.

Now that there is finally free labor to squeeze, the Age of Gods will never do that thankless thing again.

"Okay, okay."