"Okay, then you can stay here. This is what I think. Since you are not going back, the apples on the apple tree in the valley cannot be wasted. I plan to pick all the apples and bring them back. If you want to eat them, keep some. I will dry the rest into dried apples so that we can eat them in winter. Otherwise, it will be frozen in a few days and the apples will be frozen."

Hearing Meng Fei's words, the little monkey hesitated, but after considering for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay! Meng Fei, I'll listen to you. I believe you."

Meng Fei chuckled, found two large backpacks from the warehouse, found a rope, and threw it into the baskets.

Then he walked to Cuihua's door, stuck his head out and looked into the house.

But the next scene petrified Meng Fei. At this time, the twelve little pigs were not in the house. No one knew where they had gone to play. Only Cuihua and the Wild Boar King were left in the house.

At this time, the two pigs were doing some unspeakable things in an extremely shy manner.

Meng Fei grinned. He noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the two pigs yesterday, but he didn't expect that they would roll together today.

Thinking of this, Meng Fei chuckled and quietly stepped back so as not to disturb their good deeds.

But when Meng Fei stepped back, he accidentally stepped on a stone and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he grabbed the door handle in time.

But this grab just happened to pull the door open, and the whole person leaned against the door.

The wild boar king who was working hard in the field was frightened by this sudden scene. His face turned pale and his whole body wilted instantly.