Chapter 197:

"Who?"

"Who else can I resemble? When Lan resembles me, Uncle Xianshi." Some groaning voices came from outside the door.

No need to meet people, just listen to the tone Ji Bai can imagine the golden cat lady outside the house with arms and chest bulging cheeks.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Bai opened the door.

‘Morning.

...Mao Mao, it's almost noon now? Uncle, you really can sleep better than me. "Xiaosha has a hint of helplessness in her tone," isn't it? "Without the mind to sigh that the almighty biological clock has failed again, Ji Bai shook his head and walked out of the room.

"Wait, uncle, did you go to bed yesterday? Just wore this as a pajama' or something...Looking at Ji Bai's outfit and the appearance of just waking up, Xiaosha wondered.

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"Ok.

...Forget it, it's not a day or two for your head to break. Xiaosha sighed, then stood on tiptoe to help Ji Bai tidy up the crooked neckline.

"I'm hungry. The hotel doesn't include food. Let's go find a shop on the street." Xiaosha suggested that Ji Bai, who was silent because of her actions, didn't care.

...Ji Bai did not speak, but silently stared at the blond girl in front of him.

"?? What's the matter? Uncle, you won't be a demon, do you want this lady to kick your feet to wake you up?" Seeing Ji Bai staring at herself, Xiaosha didn't have a good air.

"Nothing." After recovering, Ji Bai rubbed her hair.

"Hey, we are not a puppy, we don't like being touched." As expected, Xiaosha resisted.

This girl, maybe she hasn't grown up yet, and she's still a little different from her aunt, um, in figure.

Ji Bai glanced at Xiaosha somewhere on the washboard.

Suddenly there was a subtle sense of balance.

(Today's state and mood are very bad, not to mention... Maybe. It's because we are too easily affected by external factors. Why do people in this world who are shameless and don't understand shame are like miscellaneous things" What about a bunch?. My heart is really tired. It's clear that we just want to write novels well. Why is it always like this? Are they all elementary school students who don't understand the law?)

Chapter 15 ~ The Searcher

The early morning light had time to fill the town in the future, and smoke rose in front of the bamboo house.

The tall and thin Yamao boss follows the habit of getting up early as always, getting up early at dawn to start a busy day.

Pour the cleaned rice into the stove and cook it on the fire. He sat aside, picked up the dry pipe and poked it. This is one of the few hobbies of his elderly.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

Feeling the breeze of Fu Xiao, waiting for the white smoke rising from the stove, 8 days after the day is not unusual but is the interest of the elderly. Isn't it a wait in life? When I was young, I looked forward to waiting for growth. When I was young, I was eager and waiting for the opportunity to create a world. When I was in love, I waited for the other one. Meet.

"Daddy." The clear, silvery-bell-like voice called the old man who was thinking far away.

Seeing the visitor, his wrinkled face showed kind and kind brows.

"Xiao You, did you get up so early?" The Yamao boss's words were full of kindness and pampering, and he stretched out a slightly callused rough palm and stroked the head of the girl with cat ears.

"Someday it's not like someone gets up early to help you. I'm not a kid anymore." The sensible Xiao You pouted, pretending to be a little emotional.

"Haha." The Yamao boss smiled comfortedly, and looked at the slim young girl with satisfaction. The slender and white limbs have a well-proportioned beauty and the perfect golden ratio. At first sight, they know that they are a beauty embryo.

My daughter has grown up.

A wrinkle and a smile reminded the old man of his long-dead wife, and the memories that came out made him slightly startled.

"Father! You are inhaling this kind of thing again. Didn't the doctor say that this kind of thing is bad for your condition?" Xiao You groaned.

After the Yamao boss was relieved, he found that his beloved dry pipe was no longer in his mouth.

"Hey, Xiao You, the doctor's words are only those of the doctor after all. Dad, I'm already old, so the owner of the Aiya Mao sighed, and calmly put his hand to the dry pipe in Xiao You's hand. h "That won't work either. Although this kind of unhealthy thing won't be eradicated, you must smoke less! "Xiao You shrinks her hands vigilantly, reluctantly.

"Okay, daddy knows, open a store, this rice is almost ready, I guess the guests can't wait." The Yamao boss touched Xiaoyou's hair helplessly.

"Okay, Xiao You first go out and open the store door, daddy is waiting here." The obedient Xiao You nodded, but did not return the dry pipe to the cat boss, and he had to take it with him when he opened the door.

"The cat boss stood dumbfounded and shook his head.

Compared with the rest of the peers, the business of this bamboo restaurant is quite different. After all, this can be regarded as the only fully equipped shop in the shabby Nolan City.

But there is not much jealousy or jealousy among colleagues.

Everyone opened a shop and had a meal. If they could help, they would help as much as possible, and it was noisy and friendly.

Excluding individual extremes, Yamao has a peaceful nature, neither likes nor good at intrigues.

After the store opened, diners walked into the store one after another—almost all familiar faces.

In a small town that is not very lively, the chance of encountering on the street is slightly lower than that of winning the invoice. Thank you for your patronage.

Everyone has become accustomed to it

However, today, it is destined not to be as calm as usual.

"Boom," thick footsteps sounded on the wooden floor of the bamboo hall.

Immediately afterwards, the diners only felt that the sunlight coming in from the gate was blocked by something.

I raised my eyes curiously, and then there was a jingle of tableware falling.

The Asian cat diners were pale, and they couldn't stop shivering, and the trembling made the old second-hand stools unbearable.

"Well, ah, ah, Snee!" With a sneeze, the whole bamboo house seemed to sway for a while, cracks in the fragile wooden floor.

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"Well, what kind of broken shop is this, the beams are so short? The air is still so bad, if it's not for errands, I really don't want to be in this kind of broken thatched house designed for midgets." The rough voice was full of dissatisfaction and contempt.

The strong sense of racial discrimination means that none of the Asian cats dared to stand up and refute a punctuation mark.

Close to the door, he admits that he is unlucky, with a dead look on his face. He could have thought of running away, but fear made his legs weak and sitting in the shop. If he sits in the shop, he shrinks as much as possible, turns his back, and prays silently for trouble. Don't find yourself.

Three trolls wearing breasted leather armor walked to the Zhuguan shop. Seeing that the threshold of the shop was not enough to make them walk straight in, they slightly frowned and smashed the upper threshold with a brute force, and walked wildly Came in.

"Heh! A group of fragile ants." The lion's eyes swept away, and the corners of his mouth smiled coldly, looking at the diners in the store, not like looking at the same intelligent creatures.

"Who is the boss?!!!" The thick voice shook the air, like a violent wind.

The bamboo pavilion is crumbling.

After a while, the back chef ran out of an old man who was a cat.