Chapter 341 What Gift Should I Give (Part 2)

Helian Jiao: "Then quickly think of what you want so I can give it to you."

She can get anything the big bad dragon wants!

Gu Tingyun thought for a moment, realizing she didn't lack anything, and shook her head truthfully, saying, "I don't want anything. I'll like anything that my sweetheart gives me!"

Helian Jiao puffed out her cheeks and said fiercely, "No! You have to think of one!"

If he doesn't tell her, how is she supposed to know what to give?

The little princess doesn't like to overthink things; she prefers simplicity, directness, and clarity.

Liu Lanzhi, heavily pregnant, couldn't help but chuckle as she overheard the two little ones' conversation. "Sweethearts," she said, "giving a gift is all about surprises—the recipient doesn't know about it!"

Now Helian Jiao was really in a dilemma; she really didn't know what to give as a gift.

She thought the best gift would be meat, but the big bad dragon had no shortage of it, and it had everything it needed to eat and wear. What she could catch, the big bad dragon could catch too.

After much deliberation, Ma Xiulian decided to stick to the traditional rural gift, but with double the quantity.

A large piece of cured meat, a basket full of eggs, and a bag of wild mushrooms dried at home.

The Gu family has everything they need; as long as the sentiment is there, that's enough!

But the little princess hasn't figured it out yet.

When Chen Jianjun came out of the house, he saw his little girl sitting on a small stool, her chin resting on her chubby little hands, looking troubled and lost in thought.

He couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "My dear, what's wrong? What's troubling you?"

Helian Jiao, unusually listless, said, "I'm thinking about what gift to give."

The little girl's voice was full of sorrow, which made Chen Jianjun feel very sorry for her.

So she offered some advice: "Think carefully about what Tingyun likes, and then give him that."

Helian Jiao tilted her head, thought seriously for a moment, and said, "Me."

The big bad dragon used to like teasing her, but now he likes to play with her every day. I haven't noticed anything else he likes.

He wouldn't even glance at the mountains of rare treasures in the Demon Palace, and he would only casually eat a few bites of delicacies.

Am I really going to have to be his pillow for one night?!

Helian Jiao lowered her head and touched her lower abdomen; as a human, this was the only place suitable to be used as a pillow.

"Sigh!" she sighed, her sorrow growing.

Even though the big bad dragon has lost his memory, she still wants to be his pillow.

Chen Jianjun was amused by the adorable expression on his little girl's face; children's thoughts are truly innocent and simple.

However, his daughter is very lovable; she's fair-skinned, tender, soft, and adorable—who wouldn't like her?

Gu Tingyun, isn't he just treating his little darling like a younger sister?

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Two nights before the Dragon Head Raising Festival, a knock came from the quiet courtyard of Old Chen's house.

"Knock knock knock!"

The sound wasn't loud.

Big White, who was lying in the corner, suddenly raised his head and looked outside. He got up, walked to the door of the main room, squatted behind the door, and stared at the outside with his dark eyes.

The next second, Chen Jianjun walked out of the house, glanced at the big white dog squatting at the door, and strode forward to ask, "Who is it?"

"Knock knock knock!"

When Chen Jianjun received no answer, he braced his shoulder against the door and cautiously opened it a crack.

In an instant, a small figure darted in, but he still managed to see clearly that it was a monkey.

Then we saw the monkey raise its paw and touch Big White's head, but Big White didn't react with any anger.

They immediately knew that the two knew each other.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" the monkey squeaked.

Hearing the commotion, Zhou Zhaodi quickly came out, wearing a cotton coat, wanting to see what good things Grandpa Monkey had brought for her little niece this time.

(End of this chapter)