The Anarchic Consort

When the little white cat had eaten in the small bald head, he jumped aside.

Now there is only a small bald head in the big eyes that meets the eyes of Bai Zhun’s inquiry.

The child was very embarrassed and scratched his head, shyly explained: "Wuli Buddha said, I am growing up, I must eat a little more, but I have just counted, there are twenty-five buns in the pot, I Eat eight, the rest will be given to the younger brother Wang Hao and Liu Shushu, no longer, I will go to grab someone else's meal, the courtyard is not someone holding a lunch box, there must be eating inside."

Twenty-five big buns, Wang Hao originally prepared to use water for frying at night. I didn't expect... the children could eat so.

Bai Zhun will focus on the following points: "I will not rob others of food in the future. If you are hungry, you will tell your brother that these buns are given to you. How much you want to eat, but you can't let yourself support, understand?"

Bai Jun said as he pulled a piece of paper from the carton to wipe the mouth for the child.

The little bald head has a pair of eyes: "But if I have finished eating, my little brother will not eat."

"Wang Hao will continue to do it."

When Bai Zhun’s words fell, Wang Hao smiled and said: “Yes, this young master, there are some buns in the house, just eat it.”

"Amitabha, the barren law No. Xuanjiu." Little bald head reached out and swallowed the contents of his mouth, only to seriously look at Wang Hao said: "The female donor can call me Ah Jiu."

Wang Xi’s seeing the little monk’s eyes is really cute. It’s estimated that it’s just a short time ago, but it’s also poor and barren.

Bai Zhuan moved the chair of the small bald head and took advantage of himself to take care of the child.

When the little bald head saw the buns, he said very seriously to Bai Zhuan: "Then I will suppress my appetite."

Co-author, you are eating six big buns in one breath while suppressing your appetite? Still not just a small bean bag...

Bai Zhuan held his forehead and he felt that he had adopted a snack.

This meal is especially sweet, the buns are covered with chili oil, and from time to time, a chopsticks are delicious to take the cucumber. The typical northern way to eat is that the Jingcheng people are good.

In the past, there will be sauce beef on the table, and the special sauce will be poured on it. It will be especially delicious in summer.

Just today there is a small bald head, Bai Zhun did not eat leeks, but also rice porridge, eat the buns, appetite is not worse than usual, but because of the children accompanying, he also eat more dishes.

The little favorite of the little bald head is the governor's tofu. This is a local dish. The practice is different. It seems that the egg juice is added to the tender tofu. The entrance is instant and delicious.

After almost half an hour of eating, the little bald head was quite round and round, and he said to Wang Hao: "Amitabha, thank you female donor."

Bai Zhun saw the child like that, afraid that she could not digest well, she took the person over and gave her two small stomachs.

The little bald head did not understand why the little brother had such an action. He stayed for a while and learned the appearance of Bai Zhun. He wanted to give it to Bai Zhun.

"Don't make trouble." Bai Zhun blocked the child's hand: "Do you support it?"

Xiaoguangtou thought about it and decided to tell the truth: "In fact, I can still eat five more buns, but Wang Hao is too tired to cook. I will keep eating in the evening."

Bai Zhun:......

It seems that Wang Hao should be found a helper.

The little bald head screamed at the big eyes and felt that something was not quite right. Why did she eat the meal, no one knocked the clock?

Then when will she start to chanting?

When I think of it, the little bald head is very tangled. When I know it in the temple, she has already started reading the scriptures.

Of course, she is not very interested in reading the scriptures. The point is that after reading the scriptures, she will play wrestling games with the monks of Wushutang.

Do not chanting, how to wrestle?

When the little bald head was in a hurry, he reached for the white sleeve.

Bai Zhuan was drinking tea, and there was a British "Little Prince" in his hand. Seeing that the child was sweating on his forehead, he asked: "What happened?"

"If you want to recite the scriptures, you will blame me for not reading the Buddha." The explanation of the small bald head is not a post: "But there is no ringing here."

This sentence may not be understood by others, but Bai Jun, who used to live in the temple, knows the time of work there, and lifts up to look at the clocks in the hall.

"You can read the Bible from now on. When will it end, I will tell you."

When Bai Zhuan said, he bent down and picked up the little man and put it on the sofa.

Xiaoguangtou trusted her little brother she was looking for. She put two calves on the plate and began to piously chanting.

The child's voice is not high, but also with soft milk.

This is not only a noisy argument for Bai Zhun, but a kind of tranquility, even the outside sun is not so big.

It’s just that it’s not good.

The little bald head smashed the scriptures for less than half an hour, and a group of children came in from outside.

These children are all military academies. It can be said that everyone's family is very powerful and often comes to the White House. The soldiers outside will certainly not stop it.

The child who took the lead was a bully. He usually only served Bai Zhun. When he entered the door, he saw a young monk meditating there. He suddenly felt a little reaction.

"What is going on here? Where is the monk?"

"There is no hair on the top of the head. Is it shaved?"

“Why is this little monk appearing in the White House?”

Li Xiaoba listened to the arguments around him, and took out the wooden sticks that they had just played with the ball. They lowered the voice and warned: "All are quiet to Laozi, and Bai Zhu is not there. It must be a nap and wake up your white brother. I will not accept you as a younger brother."

"How can this little monk solve it?" There is a girl there, wearing a very princess dress, watching Xiao Ajiu’s eyes with unhappiness. If she is not mistaken, the little monk’s leg is covered. It is the small blanket of Bai Zhuge.

Usually, the white priest's things, she can't touch even the touch, how can this little monk cover a small blanket?

There are no reasons for the children to come.

Li Xiaoba also recognized the blanket. When he thought about it, he grew up wearing a pair of pants with Bai Zhuan. Where did this little monk emerge? I have never heard of it!

Li Xiaobawang was ruined and ruined from an early age. Seeing the little monk sitting there, he was motionless. He stood up and left with two children, and he thought about giving the young monk a horse, so that he knew it. Who is the land!

To the reader's words: Third, the Americans go to bed early, renew their contract tomorrow, what awkward, good night...