"Damn Green Pea, you're undermining me again! I'm not done with you today! "Crow roared at the parrot in exasperation.
"Don't call me Green Pea." The parrot was a little unhappy, but it still pointed at the bottom of the cage and said, "Also, your clothes fell off."
The crow looked down and saw a leaf floating down.
"Oh!" Its eyes widened, and it quickly covered its body with its two featherless wings as it exclaimed, "Excuse me, sir, can you pass me my clothes?"
"Hehehe …" Amy laughed happily when she saw this scene. She walked over and picked up the leaf on the ground, and said with a smile, "Charcoal, your clothes are now in my hands. If you're obedient, I'll return them to you. If not, I'll take them away."
"I … I …" Charcoal looked at Amy with a conflicted expression. At this moment, a cool autumn wind blew from afar, and it couldn't help but shiver. Looking at the leaf in Amy's hand, it immediately nodded and said, "Be obedient!"
"Okay, then you have to keep your word." Amy nodded happily. She stood on her tiptoes and wanted to hand the leaf over, but the birdcage was hanging a little high, and she was still far from reaching it. She couldn't help but look a little anxious.
"This will do." Meg bent down and lifted Amy up to the same height as the birdcage.
"Father is so nice." Amy happily kissed Meg's cheek, and reached out to hand the leaf over to the birdcage. She smiled and said, "Here you go, stupid Charcoal."
"I accept your kindness." Charcoal opened its mouth and took the leaf from Amy's hand, and wrapped it around its body again.
"Goodbye, Charcoal, Green Pea." Amy got down from Meg, waved at the two birds, and followed Meg forward.
"Goodbye, but I hope you can call me Sunny next time," Green Pea said.
"She seems … quite cute. Then this king will reluctantly accept her request." Charcoal looked at Amy's back and muttered reluctantly.
After leaving the magic potion shop, Meg held Amy's little hand and walked into the Aden Square. The circular Aden Square was very large, and apart from the huge circular square in the center, the rest of the area was divided into different areas with unique sculptures and gardens.
It was said that the Aden Square was a huge map of the Norland Continent. Chaos City was in the center, and the other races were all around it.
The further east they went, the livelier the square became. A lava demon child with fiery red cracks all over his body ran past them. His hair was burning like a torch.
Behind them, a troll child with a blade of grass growing on his head chased after them. Behind them, there were two dwarf children with small hammers in their hands.
In Chaos City, parents couldn't even guess what kind of playmate their children would find after letting them out.
And when those children passed by Meg and Amy, they couldn't help but slow down and turn to stare at Amy for a while.
Every time this happened, Meg would give them a warning glare with a stern face, and then turn to block their view of Amy.
What a joke. This was his daughter. He couldn't let those fellows have their eyes on her.
Amy was very happy. This was the first time so many children were looking at her with envy today.
"Father, I want hair like hers too. Can you tie it for me?" Meg and Amy sat down on a stone bench to rest for a while. When they were about to get up and go back, a little human girl who was about five or six years old with a bun on her head swung the hand of a muscular man who was about 30 years old.
"This … Yaya looks very good now." The man looked at Amy's exquisite braids, and his expression became a little awkward. How could a brave warrior like him tie such beautiful braids?! He had already used up all of his imagination to tie them into such a look.
At the same time, he looked at Meg enviously. He didn't expect him to have such skills. Perhaps he had a good wife at home who knew how to tie his daughter's hair, unlike his wife, who chased him out to take care of his daughter and was having fun at the gambling table.
"But this bun is so ugly. I also want braids." The little girl touched the bun on her head with disdain. She pointed at Amy enviously, and said, "I want it like this. I want it!" Then, she burst into tears.
"Be good, Yaya. I'll buy you something delicious and fun later, okay?" The man reached out to wipe the little girl's tears, and gave Meg a resentful look.
Meg looked sympathetically at the man who was frantically comforting the little girl. Fortunately, he didn't let Amy go out with the bun on her head yesterday. But when he felt the resentful look, he felt an inexplicable sense of pride. A man who knew how to tie a little girl's hair was indeed amazing. He took Amy's little hand and got up. "Let's go home."
"Father, wait a moment." Amy walked up to the little girl and reached out to wipe her tears.
"This little girl is quite loving." Meg felt a little gratified.
The man next to him also breathed a sigh of relief. If only this little girl could help make his daughter happy.
"Don't cry. Only my father knows how to tie your hair. No matter how hard you cry, your father won't tie it for you." Amy pulled back her hand and looked at the little girl seriously.
The little girl was about to stop crying, but when she heard Amy's words, she was stunned. She looked up at her father, and then at Meg. Suddenly, she felt even more wronged and burst into tears.
"This … this operation is suffocating." Meg's eyes widened. Sure enough, he couldn't use normal thinking to look at his daughter. He looked at the man who was also stunned, and hurriedly took Amy's little hand and said, "I'm sorry." Then he quickly left.
On the way back, Meg stood by the roadside and looked at the old man who was selling pancakes by the roadside. He had a large cylindrical oven, and next to it was a large bowl of dark yellow corn paste. He reached out to grab a lump of corn paste and smacked it into the oven. After a while, the pancakes were ready to be baked.
Business was very good. There was a long line in front of the stall, and most of them were children. They held one or two copper coins in their hands and stood there looking around. There were also some children who didn't have any money squatting by the side and looking at the pancakes.
The pancakes were simple and crude. It was estimated that about a thousand pancakes could be sold in a day. Although it was cheap, it was not a dream for the old man who sold pancakes in his previous life to earn 30,000 a month.
Meg suddenly remembered that when his predecessor had come out to find Amy, he had seen Amy squatting by the roadside like those sallow and emaciated children, eagerly looking at the baked pancakes. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on Amy's hand. He smiled and said, "Let's go home. Tomorrow morning, father will make you roujiamo, which is a hundred times better than pancakes."
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