Chapter 061: Have a Sweet Dream

🌻 Grandmother Lola's narration

Anthony opened the pine bushes, and a hole about two feet in front of them appeared, turned on the flashlight and shone it in, and they were almost digging to the neighbor's house next to it, which was also terrible......

I know Mark now, he snatched the dumplings, did he give them to other animals? Even a raccoon can help him with his work, who else wouldn't dare to make friends?

Having such a tossing cat at home is enough for Anthony and Tony to have a headache.

If the two of them are a little slower in their thinking and reactions, and their brains are not very open, maybe the two of them will be calculated by Mark one day that they won't even be able to wear clothes?

Snoopy and I were walking home and chatting with her about Mark, and he snorted for a moment, not expecting her to be quite cooperative.

Entering the room, Snoopy drank some water, and I helped her on the couch: "You go to sleep first!" Snoopy, have a sweet dream......"

She's already lost a lot of weight, Tony's dad asked me, and I told him that the family was on a diet for her, and if she was too heavy, her leg would be sick because she was 12 years old.

Anthony didn't suspect that Snoopy had been wearing his clothes to keep the growing tumors in the way; If she doesn't wear clothes, she also loves colds because her immunity has decreased.

I didn't dare to eat more because I was losing weight, I only ate five dumplings at night, and when I was hungry, I remembered that when I was a child, there were vendors on the street who sold fried shortbread, and I took the paper wrap hot, and first picked up the broken skin on the paper and put it in my mouth, reluctant to chew quickly, so that the tip of my tongue against my lips was scattered little by little.

The small bite "squeaked" with a crisp sound, and the seven or eight layers of skin fluttered straight off, and quickly caught it with paper.

The hot stuffing immediately came out, and the stuffing was a little sweetened lard wrapped in finely chopped peanuts and walnuts, and the mouth was hot! While eating, I cooled down, and I had to lick my fingers after eating......

That's right, flavor flavor is not only a familiar taste, but also an emotional memory.

So in the final analysis, local snacks or cuisines around the country do not need to be recognized by outsiders, they are nostalgia, mother's taste, childhood memories, and they are awakened in the body from time to time......

🐶 The dog smashes Snoopy's narrative

My grandmother is gone, and I can't sleep, and I can't sleep anymore. My body was tired, but my mind was moving fast......

I really want to know, who did Mark give the dumplings to? He couldn't eat it himself. Grandma said that Carl could only eat two, and Kafei could only eat one.

Mark the tanuki is about the same size as Carl, and he is just a lap fatter than Carl. He can eat up to three to four dumplings, what about the rest?

Am I mentally ill? Thinking about these brainless questions really loses my way of thinking as a cultural dog.

My mom might have guessed that I wasn't sleeping, just lying here thinking about it...... She came to stay with me.

She was talking to someone on the phone while petting my dog's head...... You heartless woman!

You love me, I know, but when you come to accompany me, why do you keep talking to others?

Tell me what you want...... I am just like my little brother Ah Xuan analyzed earlier, sometimes I love you, sometimes I hate you......

Why don't you let my dad come home auspiciously? Why did you get divorced like this? What about your love? What about your vows...... How much love can be redone?

Although I am a dog, I have a sense of mission, human beings are too complicated, why do they always do things that dogs don't understand? It's to let Dad leave auspiciously......