Weird game, daughter, stop bragging that I’m invincible!

"Hey, why is Dad herding sheep?"

"No, no, Yinyin should be dreaming now, so this is not Dad, weird, what is he doing."

Ning Yinyin looked puzzled, she took small steps and ran towards the shadow not far away

""Dad, what are you doing?"

Yin Yin opened her eyes wide and looked at the shadow in front of her.

There were many residents in the small village, and each of them was holding a sheep, looking like they were herding sheep.

"The Huang family is making sheep, so we have to go and deliver the sheep. Only in this way, maybe we can have a bite of soup."

The black shadow slowly spoke, with a hint of greed in his expression.

From time to time, you can see traces of saliva in his mouth.

"Being a sheep?"

Ning Yinyin became even more curious, and looked at the white lamb below with her big eyes.

"Could it be that Yinyin can eat sheep in a dream?"

Ning Yinyin thought to herself, without asking any more questions, and followed the crowd to walk away.

On the other side, as the dream came, Huang Hui found that he had shrunk and was standing in his own courtyard.

Looking at his father smoking a pipe

"Where is this? My home? I remember"

Huang Hui murmured, but gradually, he found that his memory began to blur, and he seemed to have forgotten everything before.

His memory also stopped at the age of eight or nine.

"Weird, I seem to have forgotten something.

Huang Hui murmured as he came to his father.

""Dad, what are you doing?"

Huang Hui asked curiously. His father rarely squatted on the ground to smoke. Could it be that he encountered something difficult?

"The New Year is coming soon, and the villagers want to eat sheep, but I have already decided not to kill sheep anymore.

Huang Hui's father said, and smoked another cigarette.

"Kill a sheep? That's great. We can eat sheep for the New Year this year. We were reluctant to eat mutton before."

Little Huang Hui said excitedly, swallowing his saliva.

His father glanced at Huang Hui with some deep thoughts in his eyes.

At this moment, outside, a noisy sound came.

A group of villagers carrying lambs directly surrounded the Huang family.

"Lao Huang, this is the lamb for you. This New Year, I must eat a piece of lamb you cook."

"Yes, and this one of mine, I want a bone."

Everyone was talking at once, and soon, the yard of Huang Hui's house was filled with white lambs.

Ning Yinyin stood in the crowd, looking at the scene in front of her, her big eyes were a little curious

"This guy is so old, but he still drools. How shameless!

Ning Yinyin thought to herself, watching the situation in front of her obediently.

In Ning Yinyin's eyes, Huang Hui did not get smaller at all, and still looked like an adult.

"In this case, I will cook sheep for the last time. Please come back in a month.

Huang Hui's father said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Everyone left the place in a blink of an eye.

Ning Yinyin stood there and did not leave. She planned to see how this family cooked sheep.

Ning Yinyin was like air and was not discovered.

"Dad, how are we going to make a sheep?

Huang Hui looked at his father.

"Don't worry about this. Go and gather the sheep. I'll go prepare the materials.

Huang Hui's father said as he walked into the house.

After he entered the house, a woman slowly walked out.

"Xiaohui, did your father really say that you are a sheep?"

The woman said with a look of panic in her eyes.

""Well, Dad said, Mom, we can eat lamb this year."

Huang Hui said excitedly, but the mother in front of him did not look happy at all.

As the sheep were driven into the sheepfold, Huang Hui began to sharpen the knife under the guidance of his father.

The dream scene flashed by.

A few days later.

Huang Hui often followed his father to get onions, ginger, garlic, and some materials for making lamb.

But in these few days, Huang Hui found that every time he brought back onions, ginger, and garlic, they would disappear within a day.

""Mom, where are our onions, ginger and garlic? I brought them back this morning. Why do you smell like garlic? It's so bad."

Huang Hui looked at his mother with a bewildered look on his face.

"Mom doesn't know either."

The mother shook her head and gently patted Huang Hui's shoulder.

""Mom, you smell too much ginger. It's so bad."

Huang Hui pushed his mother away with some disgust on his face.

His mother did not blame him, but looked at him with a strange look.

Time passed quickly, and the one-month deadline had arrived. Huang Hui found that his mother's smell was even stronger.

On this day, his father and the villagers made a stove. After the stove was made, they let Huang Hui go up to experience it.

After determining the size, Huang Hui stared at the stove in a daze.

The stove was not big, just enough for an adult to curl up in.

""Okay, it's almost done, we can make a sheep."

Huang Hui's father said, rubbing the knife in his hand on the stone.

At the side, Huang Hui found that his mother was gone.

"Dad, mom is nowhere to be found."

"Don't worry about her."

The father's cold voice came.

The next moment, I saw my father holding a knife and walking towards the sheepfold.

""Puff, puff, puff."

Accompanied by the bleating sound and the sound of the knife entering the body, Huang Hui watched the sheep continue to die.

He seemed to see his mother among them.

There was a faint smell of onion, ginger and garlic in the air, and Huang Hui's mind was a little confused.

In front of everyone's eyes, a white lamb was thrown into the oven.

Although there was no seasoning, the smell of onion and ginger could rush straight to Huang Hui's head.

""Dad, no, why hasn't Mom come back yet?"

Huang Hui shouted excitedly. He had a bad idea in his mind.

Why did Mom keep eating those things, and why did she look scared?

Could it be Mom inside?

Thinking in his heart, Huang Hui couldn't help but open the oven, but there was indeed a big white sheep inside.

"Your mother disappeared a long time ago."

""It was about a month ago,"

Huang Hui's father said. Huang Hui sat on the ground with a dull face, looking incredible.

At this moment, the dream changed, and the roasted lamb was finished.

A strong fragrance came.

Huang Hui, who was still in a daze, was directly attracted by the smell of the lamb.

He couldn't help drooling.

As the oven was turned on, a sheep also turned red, and the sheep was steaming.

The villagers rushed here one by one, all wanting to eat a bite of the sheep.

Huang Hui's father gently peeled off the sheepskin, revealing the yellow fat. I don't know when the sheep fat had fallen off. As the fat fell off, the tender meat also appeared in front of him.

""Son, you eat first."

Huang Hui's father took out a sheep bone and handed it to Huang Hui.

Huang Hui was excited and started to eat it.

Ning Yinyin sniffed her nose, but there was no good smell at all.

"Weird, is it really that delicious?"

Ning Yinyin was a little confused.

Just when Ning Yinyin was considering whether to try it, suddenly, the meat in Huang Hui's hand suddenly changed.

A human leg appeared in front of him, and he was constantly gnawing on the human leg.

When he reacted, Huang Hui hurriedly looked at the stove. Inside the stove, a head was staring at him.

It was my mother. In an instant, fear and grief surged into my heart.

Huang Hui was in a trance.

In the north city, among the meat vines, Huang Hui's face showed a painful expression, and above the meat vines, the dream stealer's weird face showed a trace of comfort.

""The spirit of the superpowers is still delicious."

He murmured, looking at the dozens of trapped superpowers, his breath trembling, obviously very excited

""Hmm? What is this?"

Just as the dream stealer was immersed in the joy of swallowing up fear, suddenly, a red spot on Huang Hui's body caught his attention.