Pu'er tea nodded hurriedly, yes, yes, it's not enough to stuff your teeth.

Jono rolled his eyes, bent down in resignation, and continued to pluck a small pile of sweet potatoes.

She piled all these sweet potatoes on the back of Pu'er tea and asked, "Are you satisfied with so much?" ”

Pu'er Tea was very satisfied, nodded, and then turned around and climbed back.

As soon as Pu'er Tea returned to the thatched house, he shook off all the sweet potatoes on his body, and then pulled a sweet potato and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, but was blocked by Qiao Nuo.

Jono patted it in disgust, "Eat it when it's cooked." ”

Luckily, there is a small kitchen on the thatched hut, and it is kept quite clean, and there are tools for making a fire next to it.

Jono cleaned up a little, plucked the sweet potatoes one by one from the roots and threw them into the stove, then spread a thin layer of dirt and began to make a fire.

This roasted sweet potato is a bit particular, it can't be too big, and it can't be too small, so it has to be so big and not too small to burn slowly.

Pu'er Tea lay on the side, looking intently at Qiao Nuo's roasted sweet potato, his big eyes full of strangeness.

After a while, the aroma of sweet potatoes wafted out of the chimney with the smell of flames.

A dark shadow flickered in from outside the door, and after a while, he reached the kitchen window, staring inside with half his head exposed.

Pu'er tea sensitivity level 10 or above looked back, only glanced at it, and continued to lie back to its original position, staring at the flames in the stove.

The man lying outside was startled, thinking that he was exposed, and was about to stand up, only to find that the big turtle was ignoring him.

Mr. Le: "......"

He didn't know if he should stand up for a moment, or if he should continue to hide?

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of the sweet potato scent, and half of his body peeked out of the window.

He tried to lift the skin off his face, smiled sincerely, and said hello.

"Hey!"

"Oh my mother!"

Jono, who was holding a fire stick and staring at the fire intently, was so frightened by this cold sound that he threw the fire stick in his hand and smashed it into the window.

Mr. Le subconsciously caught the thing that was thrown at him, but unexpectedly grabbed the fiery end.

"Wow"

The aroma of barbecued meat.

"Le ...... Mr. Le? ”

Jono was stunned, and watched with a weak heart as Mr. Le quickly smashed the fire stick back, flashed to the side, and smashed the fire stick on the side of the stove.

He lived in someone's house, stole other people's sweet potatoes, used other people's kitchens, and smashed people with fire sticks...... This doesn't seem to be a good fit.

It's not inappropriate, it's excessive.

Mr. Le endured the pain in his palms, looked at Qiao Nuoyi, and was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Mr. Le's hands were covered with the herbs he had asked Jono to find in the bamboo forest.

The sweat on Mr.'s forehead, which came from the palm of his hand, disappeared.

"I said you girl......"

Mr. Le was ready to say something, and Qiao Nuo apologized and begged for mercy first.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Le, we're so hungry." That Qiao Nuoyi's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, he was so guilty that he couldn't raise his head.

Mr. Le looked at her little girl, stunned that he couldn't get out of the fire in his heart, and turned his head to look at the stove pit that was already emitting a burnt smell.

"Isn't it time for your sweet potatoes to be ripe?" When he said this, saliva slipped down his throat.

"Huh?"

Leng Buding asked such a sentence, and Qiao Nuo raised his head. I didn't react for a while.

Mr. Le angrily, picked up his other uninjured palm and slapped her head, "The sweet potato is going to burn!" ”