Chapter 106 Pony’s story and Laya’s story with the sun

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 106 Pony’s story and Laya’s story with the sun

In the small pavilion, La Ya held her little hands and kept walking in a small circle to relieve her uneasy mood and relieve the cold in the lake area.

She looked anxiously in the direction of the broken house, praying for the hero to return.

Finally, La Ya's eyes shone brightly, and the somewhat familiar armored silhouette was reflected in her eyes.

Wuming Fengfenghuohuo walked out of the fog in the lake area and came to La Ya's side.

"Did you get it?" La Ya was a little nervous.

Wuming said: "The gangster has promised to hand over the necklace."

"That's great!" La Ya jumped up happily and kept clapping her hands, "Thank you, you are my benefactor!"

La Ya calmed down and looked at Wuming's hand.

It's still the combination of sword and shield, with nothing on his neck and a few luggage around his waist.

La Ya said: "Uncle Hero, where is the necklace?"

Wuming spread his hands: "He said that you should go and get it in person."

As soon as she heard that she was going out, La Ya panicked a little. Her original joy was immediately poured with cold water, just like the cold wind in the lake area, which made her skin crawl.

"Want to go out?" She confirmed again.

"He said he would hand it over to you personally, and he was also going to apologize to you in person." Wuming said with a smile.

When Laya thought about going out, she felt panicked. She didn't expect why the gangster wanted to apologize for not coming to visit in person, but why she had to go there alone.

Laya was spinning around in the protective barrier:

"But my mother doesn't want me to step out of this circle..."

"You will be away from home, so you will not accept your orders." Wuming said, "Your mother doesn't know what's going on with you, so her orders are inevitably rigid."

"But..." La Ya was still hesitant.

"Why did your mother give you this trap?" Wuming asked.

"To protect me."

"Then why did she send you out?" Wuming said, "To make you 100% safe, she should have let you stay at home."

"This..." Laya was asked by Wuming.

Wuming said: "That must be to train you, right? Parents can't watch their children all their lives, they have to let them grow up, right?"

"Yes." La Yamao suddenly said.

Wuming continues to follow the temptation:

"Isn't now a good time for you to practice and exercise your courage? Look, now that I'm watching you, you won't be in danger, right?"

Wuming began to tell her the story of the pony crossing the river, pointed to the shallow water under the pavilion, and encouraged La Ya to take the first step.

Laya hesitated, struggled, stepped forward and then retracted.

"Oh, by the way, that gangster wants to treat you to lobster." Wuming added.

Laya was finally convinced, tiptoed, and took the first step away from the protective barrier.

Laya was tense all over, staring at Wuming, as if she was about to escape back to the safety of the pavilion if there was any slight movement.

Wuming burst into laughter, Laya was now like a stray dog, cautiously wary of the boy who threw yogurt to her.

Wuming didn't wait for La Ya to get closer, then turned around and left, leaving La Ya hanging far behind him.

La Ya gradually became familiar with the outside environment and no longer felt nervous.

When they arrived at the broken house, the gangster had indeed prepared a large pot of lobster meat.

Next to the iron pot are huge shrimp shells that have been processed.

The gangster saw Laya and motioned for her to sit across from him.

Laya subconsciously sat down and looked at the gangster opposite through the steam: "Well, the necklace..."

"Eat the shrimp first." The gangster said in a serious tone.

"Oh..." La Ya was about to fish out the shrimps in the pot.

"Wait, wait, wait." The gangster quickly slapped La Ya's hand away, "You unlucky child, are you out of your mind? Isn't this pot hot?"

"It's okay..." La Ya was unsure, "I don't feel hot."

"What a coincidence, shrimp, that's what I thought too." The gangster said angrily, "It's not yet cooked yet."

The gangster was categorical and his stern tone cut off all the doubts that La Ya wanted to blurt out. In that tone, La Ya actually felt a bit of the majesty of her mother.

Laya always felt that after such a short period of time, this gangster seemed to have been reborn.

Just like her mother, she is working hard for a certain goal.

La Ya said nothing more and waited for the pot to start.

The gangsters, the nameless ones, and Laya were sitting upright, surrounding the iron pot, looking nervous.

The gangster raised one hand high, trembling slightly, and stared at the color of the shrimp meat in the iron pot.

"Okay!" the gangster yelled.

Laya immediately rushed to eat, her hand directly reached into the iron pot, grabbed the shrimp meat in the boiling soup and stuffed it into her mouth.

The scorching hot soup seemed to be non-existent to La Ya, and La Ya licked it into her mouth.

Finding that La Ya was indeed not afraid of being burned, the gangster stopped trying to stop him and nervously asked La Ya:

"How does it taste?"

La Ya ignored him and continued to stuff it into her mouth.

"Ci'er, say Ci'er!" The gangster put his hand to cover La Ya's mouth to stop her from eating more and more fiercely.

La Ya reacted immediately and blushed:

"I'm sorry, I was rude again."

She took out a pair of knives and forks from her pocket and prepared to eat gracefully.

"No, who cares what you look like or how you taste?" The gangster went crazy.

"The smell..." La Ya suddenly realized, recalling for a moment, and blurted out one word, "Stinky!"

"Huh?" The gangster was shocked. He looked at La Ya in surprise, "How is that possible? Do you have no sense of taste?"

Wuming looked at the gangster with an unfriendly look: "Smelly?"

The gangster heard Wuming's questioning voice and quickly said to Laya:

"Little girl, you can eat food randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. What do you think is the smell? Is the shrimp meat bad? If the shrimp meat is bad, don't blame me. This is not the ingredient I chose..."

The gangster was explaining incoherently, not knowing who to tell.

Laya sniffed again, sniffed carefully, and pointed her fat finger at the gangster:

"You smell so bad."

When he heard that it was his body that stinked, the gangster first breathed a sigh of relief, then his face turned red and he glared at Laya:

"I asked you about shrimp, you said about me?"

La Ya shrank her head: "But you smell really strong, you are so close to me, I can't ignore it..."

Wuming smiled: "You are quite dirty here. I happen to have new clothes and I will put them on for you later. Now you stay away and let Miss La Ya evaluate the dishes."

"How can I leave with peace of mind..." the gangster muttered, standing far away dejectedly.

Laya ate some more and said to Wuming:

"It's delicious! I feel warm in my stomach."

She picked up a piece of shrimp meat with a knife and fork:

"Uncle, don't you want to eat something?"

"I don't need it." Wuming said, "If I could eat it, I wouldn't have to come to you."

Wuming called the gangster back and informed him of La Ya's evaluation.

"That's great!" The gangster pumped his fist excitedly, and the wind of the fist shook up the mist floating on the iron pot. "You can get the highest salary!"

Laya looked at the gangster's excited reaction. Although she didn't quite understand it, it seemed that the gangster's stern attitude had finally dissipated, as if something big had happened.

Laya looked at the gangster ignorantly:

"Um...can you give me the necklace?"

Raya still misses her necklace.
To be continued...