Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Kongjue couldn't bear to worry about her at such a young age.

So he put his hand lightly on her shoulder.

"It will get better. The imperial court has sent troops. These sick people will be healed soon."

Gu Nuo'er nodded obediently, her voice soft and waxy, and her black eyes glowed with lustre.

"It will be fine!"

She will try her best to help!

It was soon evening.

The setting sun was like blood, splashing on this small and peaceful village.

Households lit cooking cigarettes.

During the day, with Gu Nuo'er's encouragement, everyone rekindled their hope for life.

Gu Nuo'er sat on the small bench in front of the threshold.

Holding a small bowl full of porridge, he drank small pickles.

Aunt Yu's son saw that Gu Nuoer was eating so deliciously.

He, who had no appetite at first, also sat next to him, snoring and eating rice grains all over his face.

Aunt Yu saw it from the side and smiled gently: "You two eat slowly, there is still in the pot."

Gu Nuoer hiccupped: "I won't eat, thank you auntie, I'm very full!"

At this moment Kongjue walked into the yard from the outside.

Just now, he went to help the neighbors again.

He stood by the well and waved to Gu Nuoer.

The little guy put down the bowl and ran over.

In the setting sun, her big eyes shone like stars.

"Brother monk, is something wrong?"

Kongjue glanced at the little boy behind her.

He took out a hard-boiled egg from his sleeve that someone had just given him.

"Eat it quickly, someone gave it to me." Kongjue whispered.

Gu Nuo'er blinked: "Brother, I'm not hungry, you eat. I just drank porridge, and my stomach is full!"

Saying that, she touched her stomach with a small gesture.

In fact, the little guy didn't get enough to eat at all.

In the past, whether in the palace or outside.

Ye Siming or Gu Yihan and Concubine Qiao have never been hungry for her.

Fresh minced meat and delicious sugar cakes are all within reach.

But Gu Nuoer was not squeamish, she obediently said she was full of a bowl of gruel.

Kongjue knew she was sensible.

Whispered: "You still eat, the poor monk is a practitioner and does not stick to meat and fishy."

Gu Nuoer pouted.

If you don't eat, you have no energy.

Brother monk has been busy these days and has lost a bit of weight.

There is still a hint of dark blue.

The little guy sighed silently.

However, she grabbed the boiled egg, turned around and ran towards Aunt Yu's son.

"Brother, brother monk found an egg for the two of us. I'll peel it and share it with you!"

Empty sleep for a moment.

Although he claims to be a pure-hearted practitioner with few desires.

However, the moment he got the eggs, he still became selfish.

Good things, I just want to leave them to my sister.

This is an instinct that he did not know when.

If the Buddha knew, I am afraid he would have to blame him, and his mind would be unclean.

However, even if he knew that he would be taboo, he didn't care.

I just want Gu Nuoer to fill his stomach.

She is still so small.

But seeing Gu Nuoer sharing it generously with Aunt Yu's son, Kongjue felt ashamed for a while.

The little boy is happy to have eggs.

Gu Nuo'er ate his half of the egg yolk.

She held the protein in her little hands and ran to Kongjue.

"Brother monk, you eat this, this is not egg yolk, it is not considered a relapse, eat it!"

Kongjue refused many times, but couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the little guy.

In the end, I had to obey her and eat protein.

At this moment, the sound of crying and beating came from the end of the village road!