But Wu Laizi won’t dislike it, right?

It's not easy for a lame man to beg for food... He's so hungry that even rats will eat him, let alone rat droppings?

What's more... if you don't tell me, where will he go?

What's more, why do you, a beggar, pay so much attention to things? Pindao's half-pocket of thick noodles was bought by a few rich men.

It's interesting enough whether you ask for money.

I took the half bag of noodles and came to the kitchen.

What was the most particular thing about the thief yesterday?

I'm afraid I just didn't screw him up.

Otherwise, he would really scold the other party's eighteenth generation ancestors.

Boil a pot, pour water, cook porridge, knead dough...

After kneading a pot of thick flour paste and just about to throw it into the boiling pot, he suddenly realized something...

The glutinous rice and porridge stained with rat droppings come out of the same pot, so isn't this...

Oh my god, so suspenseful.

I quickly put the steamer aside and waited patiently for the porridge to be cooked before I steamed the dumplings with water.

After finishing a meal of pickled vegetables and porridge, the pastry is also ready.

He took a clay pot and packed all the pastry, covered it with a cloth, and planned to give Wu Laizi a hot bite, and then walked out of the Taoist temple.

The weather today is not very good, much worse than yesterday.

The sky was overcast.

"It's not going to snow, is it?"

Looking at the sky, he murmured to himself.

As a result, I had just taken two steps when I suddenly felt a chill on my face.

Raindrops mixed with traces of snowflakes fell directly.

"Bah, I have such a crow's mouth."

Speechless, he quickly ran back to the Taoist temple, took out the oil-paper umbrella with a hole in it, and walked down the mountain step by step.
Chapter completed!