"Cut half a catty of beef, ten steamed buns, and a bowl of vegetable soup. That's all. Serve the food quickly." Lie Yan took two pairs of chopsticks and gave one pair to his son.
Lie Yan deliberately didn't look at it, lying on the edge of the table, looking at her bean bag with a pair of rippling blue eyes and a furry face.
Huo'er touched Doubao's head distressedly, "Doubao, if you are still hungry, I will give you both of Huo'er's two buns."
Doubao nodded like
The corner of Lieyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he knocked it over with chopsticks, "No! From now on, you can only eat four bean buns per meal, no more."
Doubao:...oooooooooooo!
"If you eat too much and can't digest it, mother is doing it for your own good."
Lieyan took out a delicate little purse and counted the remaining silver, "We can reach Pengcheng in two days. Okay, okay, if you don't have any more patience, you will spend all your money now. Turn back."
My mother will have to eat wild vegetables. Do you want her to eat wild vegetables to satisfy her hunger along the way?"
The three little guys shook their heads violently.
Lieyan smiled with satisfaction, and was about to praise the three snackers when he heard Xiaopang mutter, "Compared with lying on the ground to eat wild vegetables, chewing tree bark is more effortless."
Lie Yan threw the little fat guy out, and the guy croaked like a crow. After a while, he flew back with an aggrieved look on his face, continued to chew on the buns, and murmured, "Mother is bad."
A village woman passed by leading two children. The two children shouted in surprise, "Mom, Mom, have you ever seen a parrot eating steamed buns?"
"The parrot that eats buns can speak so smoothly. Is it a legendary demon pet?"
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it." The woman glanced at Lieyan, lowered her eyes, raised her eyelids slightly, and immediately pulled the pair of children out.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the small restaurant, otherwise it would have caused trouble again. Lie Yan frowned, stuffed Doubao's head into Huo'er's arms, and warned, "Don't come out again, let alone talk."
"You are also chubby." Isn't it true that a parrot that can talk so smoothly and be so psychic is jealous of others?
These days, although a talking magic pet is not particularly valuable, it is still considered a rare luxury for most civilians.
Lieyan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he told Doubao and Xiaopang early in the morning not to speak loudly in crowded places.
The bean buns are quite nice.
But Little Fatty, a foodie, is a natural talker. He can't hold back his words. Telling him not to speak is like asking him to kill his life. Even after I told him several times, he still couldn't help but make a sound.
After being glared at by Lie Yan twice, Xiaopang hurriedly shut up and ate the buns, not daring to speak anymore.
After eating quickly, he wrapped the remaining beef and steamed buns in oil paper. Lie Yan stuffed the things into the cloth bag around his waist, then took Huo'er's hand and walked out.
The old donkey cart drove slowly on the road in the countryside.
It was early May, and the mountain flowers were blooming all the way, and the colors were just right.
After the three snackers had eaten and drank enough, they lazily fell asleep in the donkey cart, so Lie Yan went to drive the cart. If he had not driven the donkey himself, he would not even know if he would be able to walk a hundred meters until dark.
Night gradually enveloped the earth.
After feeding the three snackers with the remaining beef, Lie Yan told them to take a rest early, while he leaned against the tree beside the car alone, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
There seemed to be a dangerous smell wafting in the air. I wonder if she was too sensitive. "Cut half a pound of beef, get ten buns, a bowl of vegetable soup, that's all. Serve the food quickly." Lie Yan took it.
Two pairs of chopsticks, one pair for my son.
Lie Yan deliberately didn't look at it, lying on the edge of the table, looking at her bean bag with a pair of rippling blue eyes and a furry face.
Huo'er touched Doubao's head distressedly, "Doubao, if you are still hungry, I will give you both of Huo'er's two buns."
Beanbao nods like pounding garlic!
The corner of Lieyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he knocked it over with chopsticks, "No! From now on, you can only eat four bean buns per meal, no more."
Doubao:...oooooooooooo!
"If you eat too much and can't digest it, mother is doing it for your own good."
Lieyan took out a delicate little purse and counted the remaining silver, "We can reach Pengcheng in two days. Okay, okay, if you don't have any more patience, you will spend all your money now. Turn back."
My mother will have to eat wild vegetables. Do you want her to eat wild vegetables to satisfy her hunger along the way?"
The three little guys shook their heads violently.
Lieyan smiled with satisfaction, and was about to praise the three snackers when he heard Xiaopang mutter, "Compared with lying on the ground to eat wild vegetables, chewing tree bark is more effortless."
Lie Yan threw the little fat guy out, and the guy croaked like a crow. After a while, he flew back with an aggrieved look on his face, continued to chew on the buns, and murmured, "Mother is bad."
A village woman passed by leading two children. The two children shouted in surprise, "Mom, Mom, have you ever seen a parrot eating steamed buns?"
"The parrot that eats buns can speak so smoothly. Is it a legendary demon pet?"
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it." The woman glanced at Lieyan, lowered her eyes, raised her eyelids slightly, and immediately pulled the pair of children out.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the small restaurant, otherwise it would have caused trouble again. Lie Yan frowned, stuffed Doubao's head into Huo'er's arms, and warned, "Don't come out again, let alone talk."
"You are also chubby." Isn't it true that a parrot that can talk so smoothly and be so psychic is jealous of others?
These days, although a talking magic pet is not particularly valuable, it is still considered a rare luxury for most civilians.
Lieyan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he told Doubao and Xiaopang early in the morning not to speak loudly in crowded places.
The bean buns are quite nice.
But Little Fatty, a foodie, is a natural talker. He can't hold back his words. Telling him not to speak is like asking him to kill his life. Even after I told him several times, he still couldn't help but make a sound.
After being glared at by Lie Yan twice, Xiaopang hurriedly shut up and ate the buns, not daring to speak anymore.
After eating quickly, he wrapped the remaining beef and steamed buns in oil paper. Lie Yan stuffed the things into the cloth bag around his waist, then took Huo'er's hand and walked out.
The old donkey cart drove slowly on the road in the countryside.
It was early May, and the mountain flowers were blooming all the way, and the colors were just right.
After the three snackers had eaten and drank enough, they lazily fell asleep in the donkey cart, so Lie Yan went to drive the cart. If he had not driven the donkey himself, he would not even know if he would be able to walk a hundred meters until dark.
Night gradually enveloped the earth.
After feeding the three snackers with the remaining beef, Lie Yan told them to take a rest early, while he leaned against the tree beside the car alone, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
There seemed to be a dangerous smell wafting in the air. I wonder if she was too sensitive. "Cut half a pound of beef, get ten buns, a bowl of vegetable soup, that's all. Serve the food quickly." Lie Yan took it.
Two pairs of chopsticks, one pair for my son.
Lie Yan deliberately didn't look at it, lying on the edge of the table, looking at her bean bag with a pair of rippling blue eyes and a furry face.
Huo'er touched Doubao's head distressedly, "Doubao, if you are still hungry, I will give you both of Huo'er's two buns."
Beanbao nods like pounding garlic!
The corner of Lieyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he knocked it over with chopsticks, "No! From now on, you can only eat four bean buns per meal, no more."
Doubao:...oooooooooooo!
"If you eat too much and can't digest it, mother is doing it for your own good."
Lieyan took out a delicate little purse and counted the remaining silver, "We can reach Pengcheng in two days. Okay, okay, if you don't have any more patience, you will spend all your money now. Turn back."
My mother will have to eat wild vegetables. Do you want her to eat wild vegetables to satisfy her hunger along the way?"
The three little guys shook their heads violently.
Lieyan smiled with satisfaction, and was about to praise the three snackers when he heard Xiaopang mutter, "Compared with lying on the ground to eat wild vegetables, chewing tree bark is more effortless."
Lie Yan threw the little fat guy out, and the guy croaked like a crow. After a while, he flew back with an aggrieved look on his face, continued to chew on the buns, and murmured, "Mother is bad."
A village woman passed by leading two children. The two children shouted in surprise, "Mom, Mom, have you ever seen a parrot eating steamed buns?"
"The parrot that eats buns can speak so smoothly. Is it a legendary demon pet?"
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it." The woman glanced at Lieyan, lowered her eyes, raised her eyelids slightly, and immediately pulled the pair of children out.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the small restaurant, otherwise it would have caused trouble again. Lie Yan frowned, stuffed Doubao's head into Huo'er's arms, and warned, "Don't come out again, let alone talk."
"You are also chubby." Isn't it true that a parrot that can talk so smoothly and be so psychic is jealous of others?
These days, although a talking magic pet is not particularly valuable, it is still considered a rare luxury for most civilians.
Lieyan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he told Doubao and Xiaopang early in the morning not to speak loudly in crowded places.
The bean buns are quite nice.
But Little Fatty, a foodie, is a natural talker. He can't hold back his words. Telling him not to speak is like asking him to kill his life. Even after I told him several times, he still couldn't help but make a sound.
After being glared at by Lie Yan twice, Xiaopang hurriedly shut up and ate the buns, not daring to speak anymore.
After eating quickly, he wrapped the remaining beef and steamed buns in oil paper. Lie Yan stuffed the things into the cloth bag around his waist, then took Huo'er's hand and walked out.
The old donkey cart drove slowly on the road in the countryside.
It was early May, and the mountain flowers were blooming all the way, and the colors were just right.
After the three snackers had eaten and drank enough, they lazily fell asleep in the donkey cart, so Lie Yan went to drive the cart. If he had not driven the donkey himself, he would not even know if he would be able to walk a hundred meters until dark.
Night gradually enveloped the earth.
After feeding the three snackers with the remaining beef, Lie Yan told them to take a rest early, while he leaned against the tree beside the car alone, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
There seemed to be a dangerous smell wafting in the air. I wonder if she was too sensitive. "Cut half a pound of beef, get ten buns, a bowl of vegetable soup, that's all. Serve the food quickly." Lie Yan took it.
Two pairs of chopsticks, one pair for my son.
Lie Yan deliberately didn't look at it, lying on the edge of the table, looking at her bean bag with a pair of rippling blue eyes and a furry face.
Huo'er touched Doubao's head distressedly, "Doubao, if you are still hungry, I will give you both of Huo'er's two buns."
Beanbao nods like pounding garlic!
The corner of Lieyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he knocked it over with chopsticks, "No! From now on, you can only eat four bean buns per meal, no more."
Doubao:...oooooooooooo!
"If you eat too much and can't digest it, mother is doing it for your own good."
Lieyan took out a delicate little purse and counted the remaining silver, "We can reach Pengcheng in two days. Okay, okay, if you don't have any more patience, you will spend all your money now. Turn back."
My mother will have to eat wild vegetables. Do you want her to eat wild vegetables to satisfy her hunger along the way?"
The three little guys shook their heads violently.
Lieyan smiled with satisfaction, and was about to praise the three snackers when he heard Xiaopang mutter, "Compared with lying on the ground to eat wild vegetables, chewing tree bark is more effortless."
Lie Yan threw the little fat guy out, and the guy croaked like a crow. After a while, he flew back with an aggrieved look on his face, continued to chew on the buns, and murmured, "Mother is bad."
A village woman passed by leading two children. The two children shouted in surprise, "Mom, Mom, have you ever seen a parrot eating steamed buns?"
"The parrot that eats buns can speak so smoothly. Is it a legendary demon pet?"
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it." The woman glanced at Lieyan, lowered her eyes, raised her eyelids slightly, and immediately pulled the pair of children out.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the small restaurant, otherwise it would have caused trouble again. Lie Yan frowned, stuffed Doubao's head into Huo'er's arms, and warned, "Don't come out again, let alone talk."
"You are also chubby." Isn't it true that a parrot that can talk so smoothly and be so psychic is jealous of others?
These days, although a talking magic pet is not particularly valuable, it is still considered a rare luxury for most civilians.
Lieyan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he told Doubao and Xiaopang early in the morning not to speak loudly in crowded places.
The bean buns are quite nice.
But Little Fatty, a foodie, is a natural talker. He can't hold back his words. Telling him not to speak is like asking him to kill his life. Even after I told him several times, he still couldn't help but make a sound.
After being glared at by Lie Yan twice, Xiaopang hurriedly shut up and ate the buns, not daring to speak anymore.
After eating quickly, he wrapped the remaining beef and steamed buns in oil paper. Lie Yan stuffed the things into the cloth bag around his waist, then took Huo'er's hand and walked out.
The old donkey cart drove slowly on the road in the countryside.
It was early May, and the mountain flowers were blooming all the way, and the colors were just right.
After the three snackers had eaten and drank enough, they lazily fell asleep in the donkey cart, so Lie Yan went to drive the cart. If he had not driven the donkey himself, he would not even know if he would be able to walk a hundred meters until dark.
Night gradually enveloped the earth.
After feeding the three snackers with the remaining beef, Lie Yan told them to take a rest early, while he leaned against the tree beside the car alone, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
There seemed to be a dangerous smell wafting in the air. I wonder if she was too sensitive. "Cut half a pound of beef, get ten buns, a bowl of vegetable soup, that's all. Serve the food quickly." Lie Yan took it.
Two pairs of chopsticks, one pair for my son.
Lie Yan deliberately didn't look at it, lying on the edge of the table, looking at her bean bag with a pair of rippling blue eyes and a furry face.
Huo'er touched Doubao's head distressedly, "Doubao, if you are still hungry, I will give you both of Huo'er's two buns."
Beanbao nods like pounding garlic!
The corner of Lieyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he knocked it over with chopsticks, "No! From now on, you can only eat four bean buns per meal, no more."
Doubao:...oooooooooooo!
"If you eat too much and can't digest it, mother is doing it for your own good."
Lieyan took out a delicate little purse and counted the remaining silver, "We can reach Pengcheng in two days. Okay, okay, if you don't have any more patience, you will spend all your money now. Turn back."
My mother will have to eat wild vegetables. Do you want her to eat wild vegetables to satisfy her hunger along the way?"
The three little guys shook their heads violently.
Lieyan smiled with satisfaction, and was about to praise the three snackers when he heard Xiaopang mutter, "Compared with lying on the ground to eat wild vegetables, chewing tree bark is more effortless."
Lie Yan threw the little fat guy out, and the guy croaked like a crow. After a while, he flew back with an aggrieved look on his face. He continued to chew the buns and mumbled, "Mother is bad."
A village woman passed by leading two children. The two children shouted in surprise, "Mom, Mom, have you ever seen a parrot eating steamed buns?"
"The bun-eating parrot can still talk so smoothly. Is it a legendary demon pet?"
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it." The woman glanced at Lieyan, lowered her eyes, raised her eyelids slightly, and immediately pulled the pair of children out.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the small restaurant, otherwise it would have caused trouble again. Lie Yan frowned, stuffed Doubao's head into Huo'er's arms, and warned, "Don't come out again if you have nothing to do, and don't talk."
"You are also chubby." Isn't it true that a parrot that can talk so smoothly and be so psychic is jealous of others?
These days, although a talking magic pet is not particularly valuable, it is still considered a rare luxury for most civilians.
Lieyan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he told Doubao and Xiaopang early in the morning not to speak loudly in crowded places.
The bean buns are quite nice.
But Xiaopang, a foodie, is a natural talker. He can't hold back his words. Telling him not to speak is like asking him to kill him. Even after telling him several times, he still can't help but make a sound.
After being glared at by Lie Yan twice, Xiaopang hurriedly shut up and ate the buns, not daring to speak anymore.
After eating quickly, he wrapped the remaining beef and steamed buns in oil paper. Lie Yan stuffed the things into the cloth bag around his waist, then took Huo'er's hand and walked out.
The old donkey cart drove slowly on the road in the countryside.
It was early May, and the mountain flowers were blooming all the way, and the colors were just right.
After the three snackers had eaten and drank enough, they lazily fell asleep in the donkey cart, so Lie Yan went to drive the cart. If he had not driven the donkey himself, he would not even know if he would be able to walk a hundred meters until dark.
Night gradually enveloped the earth.
After feeding the three snackers with the remaining beef, Lie Yan told them to take a rest early, while he leaned against the tree beside the car alone, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
There seemed to be a dangerous smell wafting in the air. I wonder if she was too sensitive. "Cut half a pound of beef, get ten steamed buns, a bowl of vegetable soup, that's all. Serve the food quickly." Lieyan took it.
Two pairs of chopsticks, one pair for my son.
Lie Yan deliberately didn't look at it, lying on the edge of the table, looking at her bean bag with a pair of rippling blue eyes and a furry face.
Huo'er touched Doubao's head distressedly, "Doubao, if you are still hungry, I will give you both of Huo'er's two buns."
Beanbao nods like pounding garlic!
The corner of Lieyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he knocked it over with chopsticks, "No! From now on, you can only eat four bean buns per meal, no more."
Doubao:...oooooooooooo!
"If you eat too much and can't digest it, mother is doing it for your own good."
Lieyan took out a delicate little purse and counted the remaining silver, "We can reach Pengcheng in two days. Okay, okay, if you don't have any more patience, you will spend all your money now. Turn back."
My mother will have to eat wild vegetables. Do you want her to eat wild vegetables to satisfy her hunger along the way?"
The three little guys shook their heads violently.
Lieyan smiled with satisfaction, and was about to praise the three snackers when he heard Xiaopang mutter, "Compared with lying on the ground to eat wild vegetables, chewing tree bark is more effortless."
Lie Yan threw the little fat guy out, and the guy croaked like a crow. After a while, he flew back with an aggrieved look on his face, continued to chew on the buns, and murmured, "Mother is bad."
A village woman passed by leading two children. The two children shouted in surprise, "Mom, Mom, have you ever seen a parrot eating steamed buns?"
"The parrot that eats buns can speak so smoothly. Is it a legendary demon pet?"
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it." The woman glanced at Lieyan, lowered her eyes, raised her eyelids slightly, and immediately pulled the pair of children out.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the small restaurant, otherwise it would have caused trouble again. Lie Yan frowned, stuffed Doubao's head into Huo'er's arms, and warned, "Don't come out again, let alone talk."
"You are also chubby." Isn't it true that a parrot that can talk so smoothly and be so psychic is jealous of others?
These days, although a talking magic pet is not particularly valuable, it is still considered a rare luxury for most civilians.
Lieyan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he told Doubao and Xiaopang early in the morning not to speak loudly in crowded places.
The bean buns are quite nice.
But Little Fatty, a foodie, is a natural talker. He can't hold back his words. Telling him not to speak is like asking him to kill his life. Even after I told him several times, he still couldn't help but make a sound.
After being glared at by Lie Yan twice, Xiaopang hurriedly shut up and ate the buns, not daring to speak anymore.
After eating quickly, he wrapped the remaining beef and steamed buns in oil paper. Lie Yan stuffed the things into the cloth bag around his waist, then took Huo'er's hand and walked out.
The old donkey cart drove slowly on the road in the countryside.
It was early May, and the mountain flowers were blooming all the way, and the colors were just right.
After the three snackers had eaten and drank enough, they lazily fell asleep in the donkey cart, so Lie Yan went to drive the cart. If he had not driven the donkey himself, he would not even know if he would be able to walk a hundred meters until dark.
Night gradually enveloped the earth.
After feeding the three snackers with the remaining beef, Lie Yan told them to take a rest early, while he leaned against the tree beside the car alone, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
There seemed to be a dangerous smell floating in the air. I wonder if she was too sensitive.