An Baobao is actually a little cautious about this scenario, because this scene has been calculated by her a long time ago.

Canned herring produces a lot of gas during fermentation, and even if you open it at room temperature, the stinky soup inside will spill out. What's more, after heating, the gas expands......

You're absolutely right, you're going to blow up all the jars!

"Lizhuo, Lizhuo?" An Baobao called twice tentatively, but the other party did not react at all.

"Why, you won't be stupid, will you?" said one worriedly.

Mo Jiuxiao pondered for a moment, and finally concluded, "It's very likely." ”

After all, those who are on the edge of the storm can't stand it, and Lizhuo is on the scene!

The two hurriedly took Lizhuo to the next door where the enchantment was cast, and Lizhuo was stunned all the time, letting them move.

Ten minutes passed, a quarter of an hour passed, and half an hour passed.

Lizhuo still didn't move, letting those people move.

"Is it really so stinky?" An Baobao's eyes looked out the window, and he saw that the originally lively street had become quiet, and he was a little hesitant in his heart.

A certain one looked at the shovel officer and said tentatively: "Or, Jiuqing, you can smell it?"

"Why me," Uncle Mo was very indifferent and resisted: "Why don't Luo Luo try it himself?"

"Well, the baby is afraid of smelly. A certain one said shyly, and then met Mo Jiuxiao's gaze full of "Am I not stinky".

It seems that the shovel officer can't count on it, and a certain one is drumming himself in his heart. Well, isn't it just the smell, what's there to be afraid of, it won't die anyway.

With this in mind, Luo An'an carefully opened his sense of smell and inhaled the first breath of air.

Mo Jiuxiao saw that the fox's face turned from white to red, then to purple, and finally to white.

An Baobao's two lines of tears flowed like this.

"It's so fragrant, how can it be so fragrant!" An Baobao wiped her tears and took two more breaths: "It smells so good." ”

From beginning to end, Luo An'an didn't say let Mo Jiuxiao give it a try.

But curiosity kills the cat, Luo An'an said that it's okay, Mo Jiuxiao must be able to tell that this is a trap. But—

Poor Mo Jiuxiao Wise I, he couldn't see the strangeness of Luo An'an. So I tried to let go of my sense of smell.

Almost instantly, Mo Jiuxiao's face darkened. I'm on the little thing!

For a while, Mo Jiuxiao couldn't say what he felt, as if he had entered a mountain of rancid corpses, surrounded by corpses crawling with maggots. It was as if he had fallen into a dung pit, and the disgusting stench made him have no way to escape, even spicy eyes!

Looking at the faces of the two of them, who were also bruised and black, Lizhuo, who had been stunned, finally couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh.

"Hahaha, I can see Brother Mo's expression like this, I didn't suffer this crime in vain!"

"Lizhuo-" Mo Jiuxiao gritted his teeth with a cold face, a trace of sympathy rose in his heart just now!

An Baobao's face also darkened: "You don't have to be polite, I still have many such clay pots, I'll send you one hundred and eighty another day!"

"It's good to give him ten, and it's good to give the rest as a gift to Feng Yu'er. "Uncle Mo came up with an idea on the side.

"That's right!" An Baobao also gritted his teeth: "When the time comes, tell Yu'er that these are gifts from her Daoyou!

Sample, dare to yin us. See who can have the last laugh!

"Do you want to do this," Li Zhuo said slightly speechlessly, "I haven't cared about you letting me open the clay pot!