I'm addicted to Renaissance and want to write something for my bird.
They are probably all short stories of a thousand words.
*They are all independent short stories and do not affect the continuity of reading.
*Probably the 30th question is the real end. In short, it's just cutting off the leg meat to feed myself and my companion He Ying rice (hearty smile)
*Tongdan ran away, so I just fed myself (can't laugh)
Intention: Hello!
