"We're leaving."

But the little fox kept struggling.

"I see."

Mo Li sighed. Sometimes she really felt like she was crazy. She just brought a fox to steal things, but she had to accompany the fox to steal other people's kitchen.

Not long after, the man and the fox appeared in the cave again, and Mo Li also carried a basket of steamed buns in his hand. Yes, it was a basket. Not only did she steal the steamed buns from her, she also brought the pot together.

"I did everything I promised you," Mo Li brought the basket he was holding, "But remember, you should not drill holes for me anymore, otherwise you will be covered in dirt when you go back, and your master will throw you out."

The little fox screamed, not knowing if it understood?

Mo Li carried the basket and walked to the place where she didn't know if it was a mouse hole or a rabbit hole. She looked up at the bright moon in the air, and she really felt like she was crazy.

And at this moment, it was inside the sealed cave below.

March walked inside to serve the water. She thought that the water in the bowl should be full now. They hadn't eaten one night, and now they live on this water.

She walked in carefully with the light that was not too bright inside. Fenqiang could see the road and hear the sound of water dripping.

She walked to the bowl and was about to pick it up, but she seemed to have discovered something.

This white and round one looks like a steamed bun.

But how could there be steamed buns here? Could it be that someone threw them from above?

She walked over without believing, and then picked it up with trembling hands.

Then I pinched it with my hands.

Soft.

It's really soft.

She put it under her nose and smelled it again.

this……

He opened his mouth wide and couldn't even speak for a long time.

This is a steamed bun, this is really a steamed bun.

Suddenly, with a bang, something hit her head. She raised her face stupidly and saw that it was raining steamed buns from the vent. One by one, the steamed buns fell from there, and a lot of them fell in a while.

"Sister Qing, Sister Huang..."

She rolled and crawled out.

Xiao Huang lay weakly on the place where he sleeps.

"Don't disturb me, just let me sleep to death like this, and don't bury me. What's the difference between burying it alive?"

"No, no..."

March was stupid, and because he was too nervous, he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Inside, there is..."

Her fingers were always pointing inside, "There are steamed buns inside."

"There are steamed buns in the sky."

"This kid is probably stupid."

Xiao Huang closed his eyes weakly, "It's better to save it than to have strength. Maybe he can live a few more hours?"

“No, no.”

March quickly shook his head, "There are steamed buns, really."

"You guys see this."

Xiao Huang raised her hand. She was really holding a white flour bun in her hand. It was white flour, really.

Xiao Huang sighed, but when she opened her eyes and saw that the steamed buns that were pinched by Sanyue were all slightly deformed, she sat up with a scream.

"Butterbread, steamed bun!"

She rolled down immediately after she was anxious and grabbed the steamed bun. At this time, she was so hungry that she was dizzy and drizzled. She drank water so much that she wanted to vomit.

She thought she had hallucinations like March, but it was good that she had hallucinations. At least, she could still eat.

As a last resort, she took a bite, and it turned out that it was really a steamed bun, not a stone, nor a piece of soil.

“There are so many, so many.”

March quickly ran in again and took several out in a while. She stuffed one into Xiao Huang's hand, and then stuffed one into Xiao Qing's hand.

Xiaoqing looked at the steamed bun in her hand, then suddenly smiled and put it to her mouth and bit it.

Xiao Huang had already eaten one and was almost choking to death. Seeing this, March quickly brought the bowl of water over, and Xiao Huang fed it directly.

I don’t know what happened to the water here. In recent days, it has been dripping too much. In a short while, I can save a bowl, which is enough for them to drink.

Not long after, the three of them were staring at the pile of steamed buns.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Huang pointed at these steamed buns, and now he finally believed that this was not his dream, this was a steamed bun, this was a real steamed bun, and someone sent them a steamed bun.

"have no idea."

Xiaoqing tore up another piece of steamed bun and put it to her mouth, "Someone may be helping us."

"Will there be tomorrow?"

Xiao Huang really wanted to eat one more time. She was so hungry. Now she seemed to be unable to eat enough for much food and was also dissatisfied with her stomach.

"Then, only tomorrow will know."

How did Xiaoqing know if there will be another one? Maybe there will be, maybe it will be only once, and these steamed buns are enough for them to live for a few more days.

Outside, Mo Li spread his hands, "Are you satisfied?"

"Master Fox, can we go home now? The young master is still waiting."

"grumble……"

The little fox was naturally satisfied. It jumped directly into the basket and then lay inside, which meant that Mo Li wanted to leave.

Mo Li shook his head, "I won't say that you have stolen someone else's baskets, even they want to steal?"

The little fox didn't care. It rolled in the basket twice and had to lie inside.

Mo Li had to carry a basket out of the Tang family. She really thought that the Tang family was her backyard, and she would come whenever she wanted to come, and leave whenever she wanted to.

There is nothing special about the Tang family? There is only one Tang Chuxin, who looks very much like Shen Qingci. He doesn’t need to see people with his eyes, but smells them with his nose.

No wonder, the last time she was able to catch Niannian might be because Niannian had some fragrance on her body.

After returning to the mansion, Mo Li handed over the little fox to Changqing.

Changqing also shook his basket with a sway.

"What does this mean?"

Mo Li felt embarrassed about what he stole from the Tang family. "It encouraged me to steal other people's steamed buns, throw them into a mouse hole, and then take out their basket."

"Yeah," Changqing shook the basket in his hand again.

"It is worthy of our good work every year. We pluck our hair by geese, and we will never leave a single hair for the enemy."

"Jiji..."

The little fox jumped out of the basket and then jumped on Changqing's shoulder.

This person and the fox really thought of going to the same place.

Mo Li rolled his eyes at them. The fox was developed into such a temperament and must have nothing to do with Changqing.

"It's handed over to you."

Mo Li has no time to care about the fox now
Chapter completed!