The little guy thought the canned food tasted so good, and pestered the snow kite every day to teach him how to make it. Snow Kite couldn't resist him, so she had to teach slowly.

She was actually afraid that he would eat bad teeth, so she didn't want to teach. But who can stand up to the cute offensive of their little cubs, look at the sincere little face, the big watery eyes, and the ...... It's all over the ground...... Slobber.

Well, in fact, she is soft-hearted, and the little guy is usually obedient, so she is still willing to meet such a request.

But she doesn't plan to let him learn in vain, her own cub is a walking craftsman, no need to use it in vain, the weather has been getting hotter and hotter recently, she is a little hungry for juice, I don't know if the little guy can make him a juice thing.

It wasn't until she and Mo Yun mentioned it that the smile on the little guy's face disappeared instantly. He said that how could his mother be so kind, it turned out that she was waiting for him here.

Pity him a child who is tired all day long, just to eat such a mouthful of sweet canned food, life is really not easy, the little wolf sighed.

Snow Kite said roughly, Mo Yun felt that it would not be too complicated, and held a large can of can and prepared to leave.

She felt a little distressed, she didn't want to give away this can of things like this, and she talked with the little guy for a long time, and finally let go of her hand.

Mo Yun left satisfied, returned to the stone cave, and carved drawings on the parchment roll while digging fruits with a spoon and eating them.

When he was almost finished, he went back and showed it to his mother. Snow Kite pointed to a few places that needed to be changed, and Mo Yan re-drew on them, until he felt that it was almost over, and Snow Kite wiped the sweat on his face before sending him out.

The little one perfectly inherited the advantages of his own master, studied it very carefully behind closed doors, and finally decided to make it with a little harder bone and wood.

The first few times, although the work was similar to the drawing, the wood would always break as soon as the fruit was thrown in.

The little guy couldn't figure out what he thought, until one time Mo Yan came, and when he heard that he wanted a harder bone, he immediately went to the forest and hunted some black wolves back.

Mo Yan vigorously tore off the black wolf's teeth with his hand, and the hand was scraped out of blood, and the little guy quickly took the rabbit skin and wiped it for him, feeling that it was almost over, and blew it again, and then let go.

Mo Yan looked at the wound that was so big, and he didn't care very much. But there is no one who doesn't like the feeling of being taken to heart, and the cub being so nervous about himself at this moment reminds him of the old days.

From his father, to himself, to this little guy, he seems to be particularly protective of the people close to him. Perhaps, this is the feeling of home that the little female once told him.

With the teeth and bones of a black wolf, it naturally goes much smoother. Mo Yun put the teeth in a fixed place, and used bones to pierce them in the middle to strengthen them.

Feeling that it was almost enough, the little one washed the things with water, and felt that they were clean, so he threw the fruit in.

Mo Yan thought this gadget was novel and offered to give it a try. He gently lifted the handle on the outside and smashed the wood with it on the fruit.

After a few exertions, he sped up, and the flesh was shattered, oozing juice.

Mo Yun's eyes were sharp, his movements were fast, and he put a clay pot and continued. The father and son looked at the water flowing out, looked at each other and smiled, and knew that it was a success.

The little guy held the clay pot, poured out two bowls of water, and handed one to his father. The two of them tasted it, and they only thought it was more delicious than the fruit in their mouths.

Mo Yan thought that the little female had been thinking about this thing all day long, so he hurriedly put some back, and Mo Yun still had to check the things, so he didn't give it to him.

Mo Yan protected the clay pot all the way, for fear of bumping into it, until he entered the stone cave, breathed a sigh of relief, smiled innocently, and handed the clay pot to the snow kite that came over.

"Here, get the juice from Yun'a."

Mo Yan looked at the person in front of him who didn't move, and wondered if he had made a mistake. But he heard about juice a few days ago, so it should be this thing.

After a while, the snow kite excitedly took the clay pot and drank it in a big gulp. Some juice ran down her mouth and covered the floor.

Mo Yan looked at her, her Adam's apple moving slightly. The little female could provoke his feelings so easily at any time, and if it weren't for the clay pot in the way, he was afraid that he would have rushed down and kissed her a few times now.

After the snow kite drank it, he put down the clay pot and smacked his mouth, as if he was reminiscing about the sweetness just now.

She knew that Mo Yun, this little guy, was powerful, and he would definitely be able to make what she wanted. The juice was so delicious that she was going to the little one to ask for a juicer in a moment, so she would come back and enjoy it.

Before he could go to Heng's stone cave, Mo Yan's magnified handsome face came over, and a domineering kiss fell on her lips, accompanied by the heavy breathing of the people around her, leaving a deep imprint on her body.

Mo Yan licked the juice left in her mouth with some wicked taste, causing the snow kite to feel numb all over her body, and fell softly into his wide embrace.

The snow kite's soft muttering made Mo Yan's eyes turn a deep amber color, with a strange red.

He gently moved with the person in his arms, until he came to the edge of the straw mat, and then slowly fell down, rolling slightly with the people around him.

The fine kiss fell on her ear, on her neck, Mo Yan's lips slowly went down, with warm restlessness, deeply carved into her bones and blood, and gently bit a few times from time to time, making the people around her more emotional.

Mo Yan endured it after all, and didn't continue, the two of them were covered with a thin layer of sweat, sticky and greasy, and very uncomfortable.

He took the little female who was a little confused to the red beach, and gently wiped her body in the warm pool water, until both of them were much refreshed, and then took her back to rest.

The next day, without waiting for the snow kite to pass, the little guy took the initiative to come to the door, excitedly hugged the beautiful juicer, and put it on the table for her to use.

The snow kite took a few fruits and skillfully fiddled with the juicer, and it wasn't long before the juices of different colors appeared in the clay bowl.

Thinking about the tropical drink she had drunk on Earth before, Snow Kite was eager to try it, mixing several different flavors of juice and handing it to the little one to taste.

At first, the little guy looked at the colorful things in the bowl and refused to drink anything, but then the snow kite insisted, so he reluctantly leaned over and tasted it lightly.

Mo Yun showed a strange expression at first, as if he found the taste unacceptable, and then his brows slowly relaxed, and he took another big sip.

It's not that he's greedy, this thing tastes a lot more peculiar than the juice that comes out alone.

In the first few days, the little guy was very proud, and he also made a juicer, drinking juice every day to relieve hunger and cool down.

But after a few days, he couldn't laugh anymore. It's not that anyone has heard about the juicer, and the people of the tribe have come to the cave these days to ask him to help with it.

Mo Yun was crying with a sad face, and he couldn't refuse ruthlessly, so he had to agree. Mo Yan laughed when he heard about this, went into the forest several times, beat hundreds of black wolves back, and got teeth and bones for him to use.