Chapter 273 Cat Cake
"...You think the cakes appearing in Beloberg makes sense. All the food in Beloberg piled up together wouldn't be as delicious as the coconut and sweet bean cakes.
Here you can reach the pinnacle! Grow bigger and stronger, and create greater glory!
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"Look! Look! Beloberg's ancient food storage technology, cat cake! It can be kept as a pet and can also be eaten!" Sambo enthusiastically hammered and pounded, trying to sell the cake while posing on the lid of a trash can.
"Cut off a small piece, let it rest for a while, and in a month, it will be a delicious cake again! Even if you guys don't trust me, Old Sangbo, you can't let the cat cake down, right?"
What a hell of a practice.
You took off your sunglasses, blinked your eyes, and listened with satisfaction to the sympathy and love of the children around you.
Bad guy!
This is Hook's cry.
Scatter all!
This is Xier's cry.
Guest
This is the cry of Sambo.
Woohoo! Woohoo!
This is the cry of cake.
It turned out that the Dihuo, who was now in low spirits and short of personnel, had appeared, but what did it matter? After all, you are just an innocent cat.
The bad-tempered Miss Xier is also purple. Standing next to Sambo, she reminds you of Ms. Bosan dressed as a woman.
Well, purple is indeed very charming.
Speaking of which, it's hard to get around the unnamed executive in the purple department. There are very few people you'd pay attention to, and he wasn't one of them initially, but he's the only one who's gone from being completely indifferent to this.
This made Gao fall into deep thought. Could it be that Zimao would one day be ranked among the top in terms of XP without realizing it?
Maomao Gao twisted away with a meow.
White fur is precious, purple fur has high charm, but if compared with cat cakes, both can be thrown away.
"Sambo, what are you doing here again?" Miss Xier frowned when she saw him. "And that thing that looks like a dream creature, where did you get it from?"
Sambo clasped his hands together and smiled awkwardly, "Oh, Miss Xier, isn't this a trade secret?"
Seeing Xi'er say "Hmm?", he quickly said, "But as long as Miss Xi'er is interested, considering that our Dihuo has taken care of my old Sangbo's business for so many years, I'll give it to you. If you have any questions, feel free to research it!"
He dodged very quickly.
Gao Er raised his head and exchanged glances with Xier, his shy eyes lit up with many highlights in a friendly manner, and he wagged his tail.
Xier coughed strangely, and seemed to be talking to herself in disbelief, "So, that kid just left you here?"
Coconut and sweet bean cake＾w＾:muniu～muniu!
So, when Sambo slipped into a corner where there were not many people, the third coconut and sweet bean cake made its grand appearance!
"No, my God, are you really sure of me?" Sambo held his forehead helplessly.
You flicked your tail innocently, and you really liked this expression. Whoever gave Sambo those scowls when loading the face-shaping system was a genius.
"He fled, he chased, they couldn't escape even if they had wings~"
A cunning guy like this should have some forced plot, such as giving him a Beloberg and letting him leave haha.
"If you always mind this, I have no objection at all." His eyes were smiling, and no emotion could be seen at all.
I can only vaguely feel that my dear Sangbo has a sense of urgency and wants to get away from you immediately.
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Why? You didn't mind Sang Bo taking advantage of you.
"...Who of us is going to take over who—" Sambo said with a dejected look, "Forget it."
What's the big deal?
You are a little confused.
Sambo shook his head and smiled. "You can follow me if you want, but please be aware that I, Sambo, have no interest in being the protagonist."
His voice sank lazily, a little tipsy, "I love watching that kind of scene, but I'm not necessarily happy to act it out. I'm guessing... you're the same way."
"In front of you, if I can't act, I'll just give up. So, the expressionless Sambo sighed more often.
Belloberg has been through many hardships. It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. In this desperate situation, there are some who are more determined and have a bright vision for Belloberg's future.
But more often, such as in the already struggling lower-class areas, people's morale has been demoralized.
Even Sambo was forced to take up the mantle, sending the three great cat cakes everywhere. And that wasn't the end of it. "The more happiness reflects human dignity, the higher the happiness... can't we take a little more time to appreciate it?"
After all, the so-called "dream of freedom" is also an artificial enhancement.
But you think, you have always been admiring it.
Isn’t it more interesting to watch Sambo anxious than to watch the Beloberg Mongol who has yet to connect with the universe and step into the stars?
Sambo felt as if his throat was being strangled, and could only sigh, "You are such a big shot, please don't tease a small middleman like me."
"I'm not that capable right now. All I have, besides those relic antiques that have been passed around, is a cat cake..." The Deep Blue Liar said with a rather resentful tone, "For people like us who enjoy entertainment, it's not good to have too many roles."
With cake in hand, what can't be done?
You puff out your chest and are quite confident about it.
Sambo had been acting all over the place before, but when the big boss showed up, he had no choice but to join the game. He stopped acting, but he was still stuck in the game.
This is really scary.
"I admit it!" He raised his hands in surrender. "Aesthetics is a very personal thing. I have no intention of sharing it even with my brothers and sisters in the tavern."
So, seeing a cat-eater like you, to be more precise, is as presumptuous as you insisting on pulling inorganic life into dreams to have a tea party.
After hearing this, Sambo fell silent. He felt that his operation was indeed not as good as yours.
You're so mad! Who told you that it was Sambo who walked off into the trash can in public? You're just a piece of cat cake, how could you possibly seduce anyone? (Shocking)
——Not everyone is Funina who likes snacks.
But this kind of thing cannot be explained so easily in a few words...at least between Sambo and you.
So what? Did Ah Ha feel wronged by playing the role of a sleepy, incompetent husband? Last time, you almost fell asleep?! Is it okay to just steal a purple-haired believer this time?
no problem.
You are justified.
Sambo:…
He doesn't really want to know what plot you and Le Zishen are cosplaying, nor does he really want to be a part of you.
Gao gave Sangbo an encouraging look, telling him to be more confident and ask directly, such as "Do you love me or him?"
Poor Sambo's true identity was revealed, and he was hunted down and killed. Maomaocao innocently said lines that were more dramatic than those in a prime-time soap opera, but the problem was that Sambo didn't know how to fit in these characters one by one.
He smiled with a miserable look, as if you were making things difficult for him.
Well, if you are someone like you who likes to keep only yourself in the safety line, then it is indeed difficult.
You have no choice but to change the question out of consideration.
For example, Dear Sangbo thought so much about letting various heroes who radiate human brilliance lead Beloberg to a happy and family-friendly ending, just for the fun of it.
So, have you ever thought about yourself?"
"[When everyone is happy, I'm happy; when everyone is happy, I feel happy; when everyone gets what they want, I—] Gao gave the cut signal.
This question comes from the friend that you will definitely think of as a snack, your crazy, cowardly, bluffing queen friend who lives for goals that are not her own.
But unfortunately, it is obvious that the fun person does not want too many roles, he will just pass by one window after another of happiness.
Marula, your question doesn't seem very considerate.
What does it matter?
What bad intentions could Maomao Cake have?
Gao shyly tugged at Sangbo's shoulders, trying to make it clear to him that as a human being raised by Gao, he didn't need to feel inferior even if there were many star gods ahead of him.
There was no response for a long time, so you kept shouting back and forth, and like mitosis, the army of cat cakes had unknowingly filled the closed room.
Uncle Cold Legs is almost no longer suffering from cold legs, but he may have diabetes, a new disease where just breathing may cause you to be overwhelmed by sugar.
You urge him to hurry up, while the poor students are still waiting to copy the answers. There will always be friends in similar situations who need to use the answers, and the past when they guessed the answers correctly is still fresh in their memory.
Sometimes when you feed a demon with your own body, this kind of situation will occur. You will be held hostage by Maomao Gao to order Sambo, or Maomao Gao will block the door and kill you face to face...
What else can we do? We can only surrender.
You asked him to believe in himself, but you only gave him one choice. People who like fun will never give up the pursuit of fun. There's nothing wrong with a family-friendly ending, and you like it too.
So, Sambo had no choice but to accept the task of raising the coconut and honey bean cakes with a humble and dejected look. He went from being a masked fool who left no trace in the snow to being a dessert wrapped in many cakes.
Hehehehehehehehe!
Whether it's a home invasion or just pushing things too far, this type of forced plot is your forte.
You think it's quite suitable for Sambo.
In truth, Sambo hadn't originally considered relying on a tycoon to resolve Beloberg's dream crisis. It wasn't a major issue, just a withdrawal reaction, so he just played along to avoid a major incident like the Seven Days Off...
Who knew cat cakes were so sticky?
“Still sticky.”
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You slowly typed a question mark.
Sangbo sighed and babbled nonsensically, "Yeah, a long time ago, when old Sangbo was working part-time at Wumingke, I ate butterfly flower honey bean glutinous rice cakes a few times..."
The little white flower on your head hasn't even been named yet, so how come it's been mistaken for a filling? If you didn't know it was just a promotional slogan, you would have thought he had tasted it!
Cake thought about it and felt that it was not good. You haven't even tasted it yourself - that is, you eat it like Taiz Yuros, a little bit of San, otherwise it would not be Sambo's turn to express his opinion.
Gao announced coldly: Sangbo is not allowed to eat Gao without permission.
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You now feel that Cat Cake Star has great potential, especially after Sambo took a different approach and became the agent of the hero's mother (crossed out).
He's promoting it so vigorously now that you might suspect he's been infected by a meme virus.
However, cat cakes, especially the coconut and sweet bean cakes, have become famous in the interstellar world...
"Why isn't the tavern's mascot a popping cake?" you asked sharply.
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