This mortal is roasting bamboo shoots.

Roasted to a fragrant finish.

I subconsciously swallowed my saliva and told myself that I don't want other people's things, I don't want ......

But my saliva is not very angry, it just flows out without a trace......

"Little demon, if you want to eat, just say it." The mortal's face was gentle, and his beautiful fingers jumped on the firelight, cracking the bamboo shoots.

The scent that exploded.

I'm hungry......

"I want to ......" to eat.

"I won't give it to you if I want to eat it."

Me: "......"

I'm furious! This mortal! Penny pincher!

Even more annoying than that mortal master!

Don't give me anything to eat!

Dislike!

Big Bad!!

I turned my back and ignored him.

But the scent still haunted my little nose very enchantingly, making my saliva lose itself and rush down......

I think I should leave this hellish place with my head held high with a very backbone, leaving him with a detached back that doesn't take a cloud with him.

But I don't know the way......

I consoled myself with this.

I really stayed because I couldn't find my way, not because I wanted to eat something delicious.

I heard the sound of chirping from behind, and I swallowed subconsciously.

This miser is baked......

He's eating......

Oh......

Want to eat......

It's so fragrant......

"Oh, little demon." A white hand reached out in front of me, and the wooden skewer in the hand was skewered with a fat roasted bamboo shoot with sesame oil.

My tears burst into tears: "Miser, you are a good man!" ”

I was so moved that I stretched out my hand, but the roasted bamboo shoots miraculously flew back.

Me: "??? ”

Raising his head, the miser looked indifferent, and his handsome face like a pear orchard was as black as a potsticker.

My hairs stood on end, I felt bad, and I wanted to run.

But he was quick and grabbed my pigtails.

Nasty, he's just as bad a guy as a mortal!

Mortals like to tug at my little tail, and misers like to tug at my pigtails.

I knew that I would go down with scissors and click this handful of hair that was in the way, so that it didn't stink and tie some little braids!

"Little demon, you're good." The miser, he let out a sympathetic laugh.

Lovely me shivering.

……

Miser, he set me on fire.

My heart is cold.

The world is sinister, the world is sinister!

Unexpectedly, I, who is smart, cute, and wise, was not eaten by mortals, and I was going to be buried in the belly of this miser!

Who pities the west wind and is cold alone? The black wind and the night moon roast the bamboo fragrance.

The third brother of the goose is not wrong, people in the mortal world are all virtuous, and they are used to eating our cute and beautiful little goblins.

Even if you eat it raw, you have to eat it cooked.

It's so undignified.

I think I'm also a goblin in Qingtou Mountain, even if I am eaten, I should be eaten with dignity.

So I thought, talk to him and change the way I like to eat.

At least don't bake it, there is a smell of oil smoke on the fire, choke your nose, you want to eat, and you have to braise and stir-fry the iron plate!

"The ......," I said weakly, "miser, can I not blate?" Or stir-fry? It tastes better that way......"

The miser's face turned pale, and I panicked.

Doesn't he like braised or stir-fried?

"That ......," I was about to cry, "Actually, the iron plate is okay, and I can accept it......"

The miser's face was as black as ink.

I cried.

He doesn't like it, huh?

That...... In fact, cold salad can also be ......

"Actually, it's cool ......"

"Shut up!" He growled.

I closed my little mouth numbly.

I think the miser probably likes a quiet food.