"Zongzi is Zongzi, but the problem is that it has nothing to do with small feet!" Misuzu admitted that it didn't matter this time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"That's right, zongzi is eaten on the August Festival!" Lou seemed to be coming back, but I always felt that something was wrong.

"Who said it was eaten on the August Festival!" Misuzu waved her hand directly and almost scratched my face, "Zongzi is eaten on the May Festival!"

"Isn't the May Festival a Lantern Festival?" I'm a cyborg brain, how could I be mistaken, it must be Misuzu's mistake, and it forcibly came to me, this May Festival is clearly to eat Lantern Festival, right!

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, let's go on to talk about this little foot!" Praise the sun, Misuzu finally found the original building, "Wrapping small feet is not something that can be wrapped casually, you must first find an auspicious day of the zodiac." ”

"yes, that's for sure. "Not to mention such a terrible thing as wrapping my little feet, I just have to find an auspicious day for the zodiac to eat a takeout.

"And after soaking your feet, you're going to kill a chicken!" Misuzu used her hands to make a knife to cut things, imitating the chicken.

"Hah, why do you kill chickens?" I don't understand this, I understand the auspicious day of the zodiac, but this killing chickens ...... Isn't it only used when the dead in the family carry the coffin? That one is called the Soul Attracting Chicken, I know, this one......

"Hey, you don't understand this, this is a good omen, wrap your little feet. Misuzu forcibly explained, although I didn't understand it at all.

"No, I still don't understand, this has something to do with killing chickens?" I was confused, and I wet Fran's little face, "Why do you want to kill chickens with this little foot?"

"Oops!" Misuzu was a little anxious, "Wrapped chicken, this ...... Chicken feet!"

"Killing the Chicken's Feet...... It's not ......" Misuzu's anxious eyes, I couldn't understand it even more.

"No, it's not a chicken's feet, horns, no, chickens don't have horns, that cow has horns!"

"Yes, cows and sheep have horns. "It's okay now, it's all back on track.

"Yes, cows and sheep have horns, that's right. Misuzu breathed a sigh of relief, and the dragon scales that loomed on her body also retreated.

"Ah, that's right, but there are no lamb dumplings. "Now that I can finally tell a good story, I put my ass back in my chair.

"That is, mutton is very strong, and mutton is very strong. Misuzu finally reached a consensus with me, "So this mutton is not suitable for wrapping this zongzi, and the mutton should be eaten shabu!"

"Yes, and don't kill sheep with little feet. "I'm hungry when I say this.

"Yes, yes, if you don't kill the sheep, you won't kill the sheep, but after wrapping the little feet, you can go and eat the mutton. Misuzu's stomach also gurgled.

"Yes, yes, yes, shabu mutton is good!This is good!" I haven't eaten anything since morning, just in the bath, and then it's in the bathroom again, this one is hungry, "Hahaha, this is good!hahaha......"

"Hahaha...... Shabu mutton!" Misuzu wiped her saliva unconsciously, "Oh, when it comes to this mutton shabu, I'll tell you, I can't stand it as soon as I say this, you know? ”

"That is, they dislike this mutton, they like to eat beef. "Mutton is popular, but beef is not, so beef is relatively popular with more people.

"Hey, do you like beef?" Misuzu asked me suddenly.

"That's, I must like it!hahaha......" I waved my hand, "but I can......'t touch it when I'm used to living a hard life."

"Hahahaha...... That's ......" Misuzu smiled and smiled, and the expression on her face suddenly became more and more stiff, "Eh, Big Guy Qin, it seems that this one we are talking about has nothing to do with wrapping small feet......"

"yes, isn't this little foot you mentioned?" Wrapping the little feet was originally said by Misuzu herself, and I just followed up with a few questions.

"Then why did we tell the story of cooking for a long time?" Misuzu touched her gurgling belly, how did she think about it, how did she feel wrong, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was not a taste.

"Isn't that your problem? "But she's not the only one who is hungry, just like that, I'm hungry too, I say I've been hungry for a long time.

"No, Big Guy Qin, why are you carrying me up again?" Misuzu walked around the table and walked over to me, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'll raise the bar, nonsense, that bar-raising bar earns more than beating the flag!" I also got up directly from the chair and stood with Misuzu almost neck-to-face, no way, my form was too high, Misuzu's forehead could barely touch my lips, and her face was almost the same as my neck, "What's wrong?"

"Squeezed to death!" Remi suddenly frantically pushed us each a few steps away, when Misuzu and I stood like that just now, Remi was obviously squeezed between the two of us, in such a small space, and there were two pairs of tubas on her head, it must be a physical and psychological double oppression for her.

"Papapa......" Suddenly, someone applauded, as if it was the beginning, and the applause suddenly sounded like chicken blood, "Oh oh oh, this comic is so good!" Marisa rode her broom and cheered and applauded in mid-air with her head in the air at some point, "Two more one!"

"......" I looked at Misuzu for a long time, and finally I broke the silence and asked, "We, were you talking about cross talk just now?" There are still some differences between the cross talk of Huaxia and the mancai of Neon Country, but in essence, they are both an art form derived for the sake of being funny, which is similar in nature, and Misuzu is authentic MADE-IN-CHINA, at this time, cross talk is obviously closer to the real situation.

"I ...... I don't know. Misuzu even said the dialect of unknown places, "Oh, alas, mom, this, this, why did we become cross talk like this?"

"Meiling, aren't you from Guangdong? How can you talk about the flavor of Northeast China?" Although there is only one word difference between Guangdong and Northeast China, there is a lot of difference in places, just like Hong Kong and Xianghe.

"Yes, I'm also a Cantonese, so we're fellow villagers. Misuzu thought for a long time, "Let's go, let's eat mutton shabu." ”

"Oh, great idea. I picked up Remi in my right hand and sat up on Fran on my shoulder, and finally carried Yuka's collapsed chair with my left hand and set off!"

"I'll be free, just right, I'll tell my own story!" Marisa landed on Misuzu's table, grabbed her fingers and patted the wakewood, "I think about it at the beginning......!"