Chapter 277
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Even if he didn't want to admit it, or rather, he didn't want that incident to happen, but it still happened.
Thinking about what happened that night … Mu Lianfeng's forehead hurt.
He tried hard to remember, but he didn't know why a woman suddenly came that night. The only thing he remembered was that there was a small, red lotus mark on her chest. It was beautiful and charming.
He didn't know who this woman was and where she was now. He wasn't an irresponsible person. If he found her, he would definitely give her an explanation.
Mu Lianfeng accompanied her to cook dinner.
Zhao Yun 'er was afraid that Mu Lianfeng would be bored to death by himself, so she didn't let him lie down and rest. Dinner was as sumptuous as ever because of the meat sent by Zhao Wensheng.
In addition to the braised pork, Zhao Yun 'er also cut some meat and made meatballs.
The meat was minced and chopped together. She added some ginger and stuffed with some chopped green onions. The meatballs were made into meatballs and cooked with cabbage. The taste was not bad.
Doudou held the bowl and ate, and secretly stuffed some meat into Little Black's mouth.
Little Black was a dog, so he naturally liked to eat meat. The pork skin was quickly swallowed into his stomach.
However, he was still a little puppy. His soft teeth couldn't bite the bones. He ate the meat skin happily.
Zhao Yun 'er also saw Doudou secretly stuffing food into the dog's mouth, but she didn't expose Doudou.
This child would rather eat less than she wanted to share with Little Black. She was really sharing blessings with Little Black.
"Mother …" Doudou ate and raised his head to look at Zhao Yun 'er.
"What's wrong?"
"Little Black eats meat, does Little Mao eat meat?"
"Little Mao doesn't eat meat." Zhao Yun 'er shook her head. Donkeys ate grass, just like cows, sheep, and horses.
"Oh …" Doudou lowered his head, as if he still didn't believe it.
He liked both Little Mao and Little Black. Why couldn't he give meat to Little Black and not Little Mao? The two of them couldn't be treated differently.
Doudou quickly finished the rice in his bowl, wiped his mouth with his little hand, and said to Zhao Yun 'er, "Mother, I'm done."
"Why did you eat so quickly today? Is Mother's cooking not good?" Zhao Yun 'er was a little curious.
"It's delicious, but Mother, Doudou is really full."
"Okay, as long as you're full."
"Mother, I'll go see Little Mao." Doudou said.
Zhao Yun 'er's lips curled up. "Okay, you can go."
Doudou didn't dare to look her in the eyes. Zhao Yun 'er is curious, what is Doudou going to do?
Therefore, when Doudou's Doudou't't to Doudou't want to go go go go go?
Doudou went to the wooden shed and opened his palm to Little Mao. There was a piece of red braised pork in his palm.
"Little Mao, look, this is meat. It's very fragrant. My mother made it. Do you want to eat it?"
Doudou's serious and silly look almost melted Zhao Yun 'er's heart.
This silly child … how could a donkey eat meat? Although she wanted to share it with Little Mao, she couldn't not believe what she said.
What made Zhao Yun 'er's jaw drop was that Little Mao sniffed the red braised pork in Doudou's palm, and actually stuck out its tongue, gently rolled it up, and put it into its mouth, chewing for a while.
After eating the red braised pork, Little Mao still wanted more. It rubbed against Doudou's hand, looking for more in Doudou's palm.
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