"Bang!"
The door to the Dream-Food Pavilion was kicked open!
Xunqi, who was so frightened that she was peeling peanuts with her legs crossed at the table, was stunned for a moment!
I saw Po Meng standing on the lower threshold of the door holding a silver spoon about three feet and three inches long, shouting: "Ancestor Xunqi! I can't stand the Wangyou soup any longer!"
"Meng Po, it's your job to make the soup. Why are you kicking the door of my Mengshi Pavilion!"
"The two little beasts you kept in captivity who were stabbed a thousand times stole three bundles of firewood from my place today. My soup was half boiled and the fire went out! All the passers-by today thought I didn't have enough heat! For me, a soup-maker who has been cooking soup for thousands of years, this is an insult! It's an insult!"
"Brother Zhuan! Baby girl! Get over here, you two *things!" Xunqi grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them at the hut.
"Brother Zuan! Didn't the boss want us to steal firewood? Why are we going to kill the donkey now?" Pa Niu pulled Brother Zuan's legs and...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
