The king of longing for entertainment

The sweet smell came out, and the little guy who was in charge of carrying it was reluctant to leave for a long time. As soon as he came back, he leaned closer to the cauldron, his eyes were full of looking forward to Yi.

I almost shouted a few times to ask Li Yu to give it something to eat, it was really a bit gluttonous.

"Can you do it?" He Jiong came back during the period.

"No problem, boil out the water in the sugarcane juice, and when it turns brown and sticky, take it out and dry it to make brown sugar." Li Yu said indifferently.

"Then you go ahead, I'll go talk to Brother Jie again, get some more brown sugar and boil it, and then bring it home and use it." He Jiong left very happy, making things by himself.

There is always a rare sense of accomplishment, at least he likes to do what he can do by himself.

Director group.

Wang Zhengyu, who was sitting comfortably, drank tea and ate small snacks very comfortably.

Of course, they are the kind that everyone has a share in, and he is not some kind of king who exploits the bottom.

"Director Wang, it seems that your strategy must have succeeded?" The person in charge sent by the father of a certain funder whispered.

"What scheme do I have?" Wang Zhengyu was slightly taken aback.

Why can't he understand what the other party means?

When did he trip up Old He Laohuang and the others again?

"No, isn't it the task you arranged for them to cook brown sugar? Shouldn't it be possible to change the ingredients to brown sugar?" The person in charge of another funder's father also asked suspiciously.

"No, what kind of work should I arrange for them?" Old Wang muttered.

It seems that in the last two days, they still have surplus ingredients. At least according to the budget, they don’t have to worry about what they didn’t eat today.

"Where did that machine come from?" A group of people were a little confused.

"I gave it!" A voice sounded.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was Lao Wang's own assistant, that is, his brother-in-law.

When he saw Wang Zhengyu who was talking, his heart skipped a beat, "No, what did you give them, the machine, what kind of machine did you give them?"

After speaking, he ran to the fence door and looked out, "Juicer?"

"I just squinted for a while, why did the machine go into their hands, and said, how many catties of brown sugar were ordered as a price, if the amount is not enough, I will fire you later, boy."

"How many catties of brown sugar did you order?" The little assistant calculated in a daze, "I don't seem to want brown sugar."

"I..."

"puff"

Pharaoh almost vomited blood from anger.

Chapter 4 Eleven Legends Are Not All Good

"Yeah, it's so sweet!"

Licking the corner of her mouth to wipe away the last evidence, the little girl quietly hid her hands, for fear of being discovered that she ate the brown sugar that had just been boiled, and it still burned her mouth even before it cooled down.

But the taste is really good, Zhang Zifeng said secretly in his heart.

"moo yo yo"

The little guy who came back with a bundle of sugarcane on his back was full of anticipation in his eyes.

It has been waiting for a long time, the pot is too hot to eat, but it has been taken out now?

Does it mean that it can be eaten, and it has seen its sister stealing it, so its own portion is ready to be fed, and the eager little guy immediately started to run.

Peng Peng, who was following behind, was almost thrown away, and the unsupported sugar cane was scattered all over the ground.

But fortunately, they have already entered the yard, so they can be gathered aside, so as not to delay the cooking of the next pot of brown sugar, and Teacher He has already quit work.

A pile of sugarcane can boil at least three pots of brown sugar, which is enough for them to eat for several days.

And the most important thing is, you can also leave some brown sugar to take home and give it to others. How can it be regarded as a gift of affection?

"Moo" the little guy neighed softly.

It finally tasted a piece of candy, although it was only a very small piece, but compared to the unsweetened piece of candy last time, it was really much, much sweeter.

As soon as I was happy, it began to dance happily in the yard, twisting its big butt and looking quite happy.

in the kitchen.

Xiao O was lying on her stomach very comfortably, lying at Huang Lei's feet, smelling the fragrant ribs in the pot, staring at the pot above without blinking, as if she had some idea brewing.

"Little O, do you want to eat ribs?" Huang Lei stroked its little head.

"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof..." Little O yelled twice, looking quite weak, even though she was pregnant, she was still in a state of sluggishness, and eating was also very uncomfortable.

In short, it is almost like a human being, smelling the fragrant ribs, but I just don't have the desire to eat.

In the past, if Huang Lei asked it if it had delicious pork ribs, it would definitely be the first to sit up and look at Huang Lei fawningly, hoping to get a spare rib to try something new.

But now, it can't even eat dog food. It just drinks some nutritious milk powder and eats some dog food.

"It has several litters, right?" Scarab asked in a low voice.

"No, there must be at least three or more, otherwise it won't be so uncomfortable and can't eat anything." He Jiong walked in and said very distressed.

He usually loves the two dogs the most in the entire Mushroom House, and now he feels very uncomfortable seeing Xiao O suffering.

But there is no way, after all, Xiao O is pregnant, and it doesn't mean that she was injured or something.

Gently picked up the little o and put it on his lap, a piece of brown sugar appeared in He Jiong's hand, smelling the sweet little o, he licked it a few times, it was a little addictive.

But he didn't eat much, and soon continued to curl up and lie on his stomach, gurgling in his throat.

In the end, He Jiong could only hand it over to the director team and send it to the veterinary hospital to wait. In the next two months, let it wait for delivery in the hospital.

"Brother Xiaoyu, what is the legend of the dog?"

While stirring the sticky brown sugar in the pot, Zhang Zifeng thought about it and asked curiously.

When everyone was here just now, what did Mr. Huang mean when he almost became a legend? Is there any other legend about the puppy?

Li Yu frowned, "There are no legends, there is nothing good about market rumors!"

"What rumors in the market?" Zhang Jie also asked curiously.