When the sea and the small shell returned with a full load, everyone shed tears at the kitchen door and said goodbye. Back in the kitchen, everyone looked at the traces of the sea, and all sighed in tears: "I cleaned up the ...... just now."

Looking at the rounder that seemed to have been robbed, the aunt shook her head and sighed, alas, she still doesn't understand the young people now...... Suddenly startled, "Ah, tomorrow, the dishes of the whole day have been taken away, make up for it"

Everyone suddenly had the feeling that they were helping the bandits to load money just now.

The aunt laughed dryly twice and said, "Hey, hey, he's really cute." ”

The little shell crouched under the wall and waved his forearms.

Canghai sat on the ground and ate candy on the side.

The little shell was sweating profusely, smoky and tearful.

Canghai fanned his sleeves and looked up at the sky.

The little shell has begun to silently shout slogans to challenge himself.

Canghai saw a meteor streaked across the sky, hurriedly grabbed a bunch of hair and tied it into a knot, and looked up to see that there was nothing in the sky.

The small shell has the consciousness of fighting against the water.

Canghai shrugged his shoulders at the sky and let go of the hair of the small crust that was tied in a knot.

The speed of the small shell's manual has caught up with the mechanism of the "drunken wind" entrance.

Canghai poured a cup of tea and drank it with a sigh.

Shell felt that his hand was no longer listening.

Canghai poured the tea at the bottom of the cup on the fire that was just a little stronger, and yawned.

The little shell didn't know if it was the black smoke that had been extinguished or what, and his face was black.

Canghai fanned the hem of the small shell, and asked Salai, is it okay, is it okay.

The little shell glared at him with fire.

Canghai was lying on the back of the small shell, and said lazily, did you say it would rain in a while.

The wrath of the little shell is on the verge of extinction.

Canghai crawled away, pouted his ass and picked up the lid of the spice food box on the side, and sniffed.

The flames of the small shell's indignation have burned an entire length of the Berlin Wall.

Canghai crawled to the opposite side of the fire, puffed out his cheeks and blew the little shell with a gray face, and when the fire suddenly burned, he said, Oh, it hurts.

The critical point of the Berlin Wall's fire--the little shell head suddenly "banged" with a box lid.

Under the starry sky, Canghai said slowly: "Fan quickly, otherwise people think it's on fire, and they won't be able to eat it if they are found." ”

With a "pounce", the Berlin Wall was extinguished.

Black smoke twisted.

Xiao Shell shouted: "You think I am Shaolin Woodman Alley" I can't see the number of swings clearly.

Canghai added a few sticks of firewood under the wooden grill, put his hands behind his head, looked at the pigeon in the tile pot, and said, "Can you be a wooden man's 'alley'? ”

"Feed you"

"Hey, oil, hurry, mush. Hey, brush another layer of honey, don't pick so much, it's something that is clear anyway. ”

The small shell sweats like rain, and the sea is idle and panicked.

"You come" Xiao Shell finally became angry, "Didn't you see me fanning the fire?"

Canghai slowly crawled over, picked up a small brush and brushed a thick layer of honey on the patched pot-bellied pigeon, and turned around and said, "Hey, you, can you fan it faster?" "And a big lump of honey.

Little Shell cried out, "Am I not fast enough?" as he spoke, only to hear a "click".

Canghai glared and shouted, "You broke my only fan, you?"

The broken fan was stunned in front of the small shell, and the "bar" fell into the firewood, and the "vulture" burst into flames.

"You loser" a box of lids fanned over, "This fan of high-quality jasper and hard things make you break it"

Xiao Shell was not anxious, nor was he angry, nor was he crying, so he had to snort: "I...... I ......" suddenly had an extra lid in my hand.

Canghai said lightly: "Take this and continue to fan." ”

The little shell fainted and struggled to work again.

"Why should I be fanned?"

Canghai pointed to the corners of his eyes and lips. "Don't worry about me today. ”...,

Xiao Shell was just about to accept his fate, but he said again: "Hey, you can practice the hidden weapon with this fan, you think, who can see the speed when you want to throw darts - why are you hitting me?"

"Less nonsense. Xiao Shell said coldly: "If you are not poor, you will not be beaten." ”

Canghai covered his head for a while before brushing the lump of honey on the pigeon. Although this was under the window of the small stone, that is, the back of Rong Chengche's room, if the smoke was too big, he would also find out. With that, he picked up the broken fan bone that had been left aside, and unfolded it like an unhooked rake, "I'll help you." "Began to fan the flames.

...... What's the point?" the little shell glared at him.

Canghai fanned one after another, and said, "Do you find it strange for Rong Chengche in the past two days?"

Little Shell thought for a moment and shook his head, "What's so strange?"

"Suddenly it was gone, and then it reappeared. "Squatting on the ground and looking at the sky.

Xiao Shell said: "Then how do I know Lu Dao, he doesn't follow me all day long." ”

"It's because he used to stick to me all day, and now he sometimes doesn't know where to go. Picking up the whole bowl of honey, "Let's put it down?"

"Farewell" Fortunately, the little shell was quick and grabbed it and put it out of his reach, so he said, "Then are you a honey roast pigeon or a honey stewed pigeon?"

Canghai shrugged his shoulders, "It doesn't matter." But when he heard the sound of "click", Canghai asked, "What sound?"

Xiao Shell looked around, "I don't know what to do." ”

"Hey, fan you, who told you to stop. It was another "click".

The two said in unison: "It won't be this ......"

Two semicircular scoops fell into the fire.

“...... Clay pots?"

"I'll go," Canghai jumped up, "what kind of tile is this? it cracks when it burns?" and slowly squatted down, "Fortunately, the pigeon fell on the shelf...... and the wooden shelf Gabba burned off.

The pigeon fell into the fire.

"Ahh

The little shell hurriedly forked the pigeon with two sticks of firewood. Fell again.

Canghai stood with his face pouted.

The small shell forks the pigeon. Fell again.

Canghai stood with a calm face on the side.

The small shell is forked. Fell again.

Canghai pouted and watched.

Fork up.

Fell again.

Canghai said: "Try it with a broken fan bone." ”

The little shell picked up the fine jasper fan bone, forked it, and "Ah, okay, okay......" fell again.

“...... Ah, I'm annoyed" Canghai squatted down suddenly, and said lightly: "Give it to me." ”

Take the lower half of the fan, pluck it vertically, divide it into two, and pierce it from the neck and abdomen of the pigeon to the end, and two streams of oil and water come out. Canghai raised his backhand to the sky.

Xiao Shell was stunned and said, "...... You've killed it again. ”

Canghai said: "Less poor, pick out the basin." ”

"How do you pick it up? It's all so hot."

"Tsk, take it. He handed the pigeon with the fan in his hands to the little shell and plunged into the fire with his bare hands.

"Hey ......" ...... ，