Before going to bed at night, Lin Mumu still liked to nestle in the warm quilt and watch TV with snacks in her arms.
Oh, Lin Mumu wasn't lonely, she also had a companion – steamed bun dressed in bright yellow clothes.
Lin Mumu was quite loyal, she ate her own snacks, but also knew to share some with steamed bun.
"Pei pei pei, it's so sour, you humans are really strange, eating such strange things." Steamed bun snorted and ridiculed. Lin Mumu just gave it a sour plum.
"If you don't eat, I'll eat it myself." Lin Mumu opened another small bag and stuffed it into her mouth.
This time, Yun Ting bought a big candied fruit stew, and Lin Mumu liked it very much. There were all kinds of green olives, plums, dried apricots, mango, raisins and so on. Each small bag was mixed together, sweet, sour and salty, and the taste was completely up to luck.
After a while, steamed bun saw Lin Mumu eating happily, and couldn't help but stretch his little paw to pick something that looked rosy and more like a jujube.
Steamed bun's sharp claws stretched out, cut open the small plastic bag, and quickly squeezed out the dried fruit, put it in his mouth, and gently sucked it. During the whole process, he could guarantee that his claws wouldn't touch the fruit, so as to avoid getting dirty.
When Yun Ting entered the room, he happened to see the scene of steamed bun eating snacks. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the steamed bun.
Steamed bun was excitedly complaining to Lin Mumu that this one was sweeter, sweeter, and more delicious than the previous one, when he suddenly felt danger and quickly turned his head to face Yun Ting.
Facing Yun Ting, steamed bun immediately turned into a steamed bun and curled itself into a circle beside Lin Mumu. Steamed bun now only hated that its new clothes were too bright and took up too much space. Originally, it was small and didn't have any sense of existence, but now it was big and yellow, what the hell?!
Yun Ting didn't intend to let go of steamed bun. He reached out and picked it up by the neck, looked it up and down, and then asked Lin Mumu:
"This thing, I'm afraid it's a spirit."
"Rest assured, after the founding of the People's Republic, it won't dare." Lin Mumu said with certainty.
"Eh." Yun Ting almost broke down because of Lin Mumu's anger. Lin Mumu had recently been fascinated by monsters and spirits. He heard that recently, China's regulations stated that one's thoughts couldn't spread too much, and after the founding of the People's Republic, animals weren't allowed to become spirits.
It was originally a regulated thing, so it was often used as a joke and became a hot word on the internet.
Yun Ting knew that Lin Mumu doted on the steamed bun. This little thing didn't have any murderous aura or resentment, so even if it was a spirit, it was still an auspicious beast, so raising it wasn't a big deal.
"Remember, when I'm not here, you have to protect your master. Otherwise, no matter where you hide, I'll be able to find you." Yun Ting's voice became harsher and harsher. The seriousness in his eyes made Steamed Bun afraid.
Steamed Bun blankly nodded his head. After nodding his head, he came back to his senses. How could he be afraid and let others bully him? Moreover, he was thrown out of the house!
It clearly wanted to protect Lin Mumu and not let her be "beaten" by Yun Ting again.
Fortunately, humans didn't have fast reflexes. When Yun Ting closed the door, there was still a slit left on the door.
They saw the steamed bun jump, and as fast as a yellow lightning, he scuttled back in and nestled next to Lin Mumu.
Steamed Bun was still complaining to Lin Mumu in his heart that he didn't want to wear this tattered clothes anymore. It was too cumbersome and in the way. Not only did it slow down, but it also almost got stuck in the door.
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