It's too flashy.
The flash made him panic.
Sure enough, even when she was sick, she was still the same troublemaker.
Chaos in the cafeteria?
She really knows how to have fun; she treats the cafeteria like a playground.
That's exciting!
However, she has only been to the cafeteria once. How did she remember the route?
Now is not the time to study this.
I caught a glimpse of the stitches she had torn open earlier; the gauze was stained with a little red, suggesting that the movement had been too vigorous and had reopened the wound.
This brat.
"Shishi wants to drink soy milk, right? How about we get some for her later?"
"Honey, put the pot down first. If you burn your hand, it will get blisters and hurt a lot."
Good heavens, even if you want to drink soy milk, you can't just eat the whole pot!
This pot is so big, how long will it take to drink it?
He glanced at the cart filled to the brim with mixed grain steamed buns, and his lips twitched.
No wonder they were so diligent in cleaning the cart last night, and even tested the cart bucket to see if it would leak. So that's what they were waiting for.
This was premeditated.
The little girl is quite clever; she knows that steamed buns take up space, but soy milk is liquid, so the slits in the steamed buns can be used to hold the soy milk.
Soy milk soaked in steamed buns sounds pretty good.
Pshaw, is this the time to be thinking about that?
"Shishi, let's put the pot down first, okay? Look, your hands are all red."
The corpse shook its head, indicating no.
"The first one to get a piece of the corpse belongs to the corpse; they all belong to the corpse."
"They're bad; they're stealing the corpse's sweet water."
"The corpses left home very early, and there was no one on the road. Why are they here to move things?"
"They're wicked. There are so many free things out there, why don't they take them instead of robbing the corpses?"
"Egg, Shishi's cart is small and can only hold these two things. We'll move the rest after Shishi takes them back. Tell them to be like wooden figures and not to fight with Shishi."
In the past, when people hoarded supplies, whatever they got was theirs.
Aside from that stinky egg stealing her stock, no one else would rob her.
She didn't understand why these people wanted to take it from her.
She had already loaded everything into her car, and was holding the pot in her hand; the steamed buns and sweet soup were now hers.
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