Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

Before he finished speaking, he ran to the ginkgo tree with a piece of golden and fluffy egg pancake.

Shouted, "Old man, get up and eat."

Half-yellow, half-green ginkgo tree, unresponsive.

Father Rabbit, "Fall asleep again."

"yes···"

The national treasure giant panda, who was fat enough to be a ball, let out a sigh of emotion, which made Li Shaofeng's delicate and seductive face twitch.

his imitation...

Are you usually this virtuous?

It seems that they understand a little bit, when Lao Xiao and the others saw his mimicry, they were in a broken mood.

"Yingchun is getting old, she has been sleeping for most of the year, the last time she woke up..."

Picking his feet and thinking for a few seconds, he said, "I remember it was five months ago."

"You never called him?"

"Who dares?"

Black Panther snorted and said, "This guy's temper is getting worse and worse.

Unless he wakes up by himself, whoever dares to disturb his sleep and wake him up will be a slap in the face. "

Father Rabbit doesn't believe it, he has been away from Abyss for too many years, he doesn't know what kind of temperament Yingchun is now.

However, it is clear that he is Yingchun's favorite kid.

Smelly Tiger and the others were smoked because they were not liked by Beast and Zhi.

He is different, as a favorite of the group, he can be said to be a plant that blossoms and a tree that bears fruit.

When Fluffy saw it, he rushed forward and rubbed and licked his fur fiercely.

Other beasts and plants are afraid of winter jasmine, but he is not.

So, the fearless Father Rabbit directly opened his three-petal mouth.

In the shocked and dull eyes of Li Shaofeng and a group of non-human high-end intelligent species.

He groaned at the trunk of Yingchun tree and gnawed it down.

The big die, which can easily crush the ore, easily pierced through the skin and entered the flesh almost the moment it touched the tree trunk.

Yingchun, who was sleeping deeply, shivered from the pain.

Before the eyes could be opened, an angry roar sounded like thunder.

"Which bastard bastard is gnawing on me like a teething stick..."

"I!"

Father Rabbit responded loudly, held up the omelette and said, "I'm not dead, I brought you something delicious back."

It's no big deal...

Well, in the abyss, he watched the cubs who grew up, all of them were not big or small.

So here comes the question, who is this guy who gnawed him like a teething stick and said he brought him a delicious brat?

The voice was quite familiar, but I was too old to remember it for a while.

The giant tree with trembling branches and leaves shrank into a 'little tree' as tall as a rabbit at a speed that could be called magic.

Where the trunk meets the canopy, a pair of benevolent green eyes, like fine emeralds, opened.

Then, he saw a furry rabbit face, and his memory was instantly revived.

"Oh, it's you brat!"

He smiled and stretched out a branch, stroking Father Rabbit's big head.

"After running for so many years, I thought you had forgotten your way home."

"He forgot."

The white tiger said in a loud voice, "It's not that I wake up this time, let alone go home, maybe I will die outside in the future."

"What are you talking about?"

Father Rabbit snapped back without thinking, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death?"

"When I'm afraid of you! Hit me..."

Looking up and down the figure of the rabbit father, the white tiger licked his paws slowly and snorted, "You are not qualified yet."

"You are not qualified, defeated under the claws."

"Who will the defeated under the claws say?"

"saying you."

Before he finished speaking, Father Rabbit sensed something was wrong, and he yelled angrily, "Stinky tiger, you're courting death."