A chubby little bun met a wolf cub.
The little wolf cub poked her face when he had nothing to do. She was so soft and liked it so much. Decided to take it away! Take away! He held her carefully, holding her in his mouth for fear of melting, and holding her in his hands for fear of scratching her with his claws.
Finally one day the little wolf cub had been hungry for too long, and there were too many hungry wolves in the pack. He could bear not to eat the little bun, but he was too hungry and could not guarantee the safety of the little bun, so he could only reluctantly send her away with tears in his eyes.
"Little Wolf, don't you like me?" Little Baozi wanted to return to the palm of his hand. He jumped and danced but couldn't reach the little wolf's neck. Little Wolf lowered his head and came closer to her. Little Baozi rubbed his white and fat face against his furry skin contentedly.
"It's not that I don't like you. I'll pick you up when I get a little stronger. You have to wait for me obediently and don't get eaten by others."
"Well, I like you the most!"
[In short, this story is the history of blood and tears of a steamed bun being eaten after many years...]
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