The patriarch asked me to go out from the master one by one
"Master, when will you come back?"
Yang Guang hugged Ziming Zhenren's thighs, and his big eyes kept blinking.
"Three months if it's fast, a year if it's slow."
Ziming Zhenren touched Yang Guang's little head.
"Hmm!"
Yang Guang agreed, but he didn't mean to let go.
"Good! Be obedient, come back and bring you sugar gourd, sauced beef, roast chicken, steamed goose ......"
Ziming Zhenren reluctantly promised.
"Okay! Patriarch, the master said that he would open the banquet when he came back!
Yang Guang let go of his hand and ran towards the Patriarch Hall while cheering.
Ziming Zhenren's face darkened: "
Bastard boy, who will you set the table for?"