Chapter 12 Warm Treasure Food Protection (2/2)



When Liu Sanni met the two men's gaze, she felt a surge of irritation in her heart.

They clearly had the same father, so why was Third Uncle able to become a wealthy man in his previous life, while her father was a good-for-nothing who only knew how to follow Third Uncle around and beg for money?

No, her Fubao is the darling chosen by God, how can her father be a waste, she will not allow it.

"Let's forget about it today. Mom, when you have time, go to my uncle's house and tell him to tell his leader that the treasure was in the hands of my third uncle's family! Then have my uncle do his best to get this mission. Then, we can just sit back and reap the benefits!"

Liu Sanni spoke softly, with a vicious glint in her eyes.

In her previous life, Third Uncle had hooked up with this director, gained his protection, successfully established a foothold in the black market, and secretly became the richest man in their town. In this life, she wanted to seize everything from the Third House and see how their family could continue to give her charity under the pretense of compassion.

Nuanbao was a small ball, squatting in front of the stove, burning the fire meticulously.

Nuanba: If it weren’t for your constantly moving nose, I would have believed it!

The base of his ears suddenly started to feel hot, and Nuanbao pulled his earlobe in annoyance.

A wicked person's heart is full of evil, and a bad person's heart is full of evil.

After muttering a few words in his heart, Nuanbao finally smiled again.

"Granny, I'm hungry!"

"Hey, hey, it'll be ready soon! This chicken soup tastes better if it's stewed a little longer!"

Grandma was so happy that she got so much meat all of a sudden. The crisis of hunger was lifted. She sent two pheasants to grandpa's house and specially picked the fattest pheasant to stew a pheasant and mushroom soup!

The aroma was so alluring that if grandma hadn't had the foresight to close the doors and windows, the aroma of the chicken soup would have drifted all the way to the foot of the mountain.

The main course in the evening is wild vegetable pancakes.

Don’t underestimate these unassuming wild vegetable pancakes. They are made in the pot of stewed chicken soup and have long been permeated with the aroma of the chicken soup. Take a bite of them from time to time with the fragrant chicken soup, and the taste is amazing!

Wow, this pure natural and pollution-free pheasant has such a delicious taste. Just smelling it makes me feel it is so fragrant!

Nuanbao's mouth was already stuffed full of chicken and pancakes, but the speed at which his little hands waved the chopsticks did not slow down at all, and he continued to stuff food into his mouth.

Mm, this time, this time! This pheasant meat is so delicious, it's no less delicious than the top-quality meat that Captain Rose brought back!

Everyone else was shocked by the way Nuanbao was wolfing down the food.

Is this the same little warmer they used to eat after a few bites that would make them whine about having a sore throat and demand refined grains? In just a short while, they'd already eaten three pancakes the size of an adult's fist, not even counting the chicken drumstick...

The four of them looked at each other, worried that Nuan Bao would eat so much and her small stomach would be broken. Finally, it was grandma who stepped forward and snatched the chopsticks from Nuan Bao's hand.

Nuan Bao was used to protecting food in the apocalypse. When his chopsticks were snatched away, he subconsciously swung his wrist to launch a spatial blade attack. When he saw his grandmother's face clearly, Nuan Bao turned his wrist and the spatial blade shot towards the door.

The heavy solid wooden door panel was cut in half and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Quiet, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

After a few seconds, Nuanba moved.

He put down his chopsticks, stepped towards the door, squatted down, touched the neat cross-section, turned around and gave Nuanbao a thumbs up.

"Amazing! Nuanbao, your little hands are sharper than our axe. When your dad and your uncle were making this door panel, they put a lot of effort into it!"

Nuan Bao: I was clearly praising myself, why does it feel weird? (๑•̌.•̑๑)ˀ̣ˀ̣

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