Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 213

Anyway, with her limited skills, she has no ability to turn vegetables into monsters.

What's the harm in bragging?

There is still a big difference between vegetables and chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats.

If a child has to choose something to fill her stomach, she will definitely choose vegetables.

The midnight snack consisted of a few dishes of very strange things, and Uncle Li insisted that the recipe was exactly as it said.

But neither the child nor Zhang Fengci believed him.

He rushed into the kitchen in anger. Judging from the smell, they would probably have to eat this strange thing again tomorrow morning.

The child's face was miserable.

Zhang Fengci whispered, "Let him eat on his own. We'll go to the next door for dinner tomorrow morning."

"Can Eunuch Chen get up?" The child had already discovered that Chen Dianshen was a lazy guy. He was slower than usual to go out without even paying attention to him, let alone get up early.

Zhang Fengci rolled his eyes at her and said, "Why should he get up? The cook can just get up."

"That's true." The child suddenly understood.

What's the point of Chen Dianshen getting up? He doesn't cook.

The two of them discussed it in whispers.

The child asked again, "What about the wood? He doesn't deserve this."

"Take him with you."

Zhang Fengci looked at the things that were of different shades and flavors, and were so mushy that no one could tell they were the same dish, and he said this in a firm tone.

Uncle Li's cooking skills are getting more and more outrageous. He shouldn't have been so greedy in the first place. Look at what he is suffering now.

The two people held the bowls with a bitter hatred, but were reluctant to throw them away, so they could only numbly stuff them into their mouths and stretch their necks to swallow.

The pain was no less than torture.

When they parted, Zhang Fengci seemed to have aged ten years, and the child seemed to have lost his soul.

His expression was complicated.

It seems that he is thinking about something very important, but in fact, his mind is blank and he just wants to burp.

Uncle Li, ah, Uncle Li.

We hate you!

The child couldn't sleep well and tossed and turned. In her dream, there was always an uncle Li holding a plate of strange things for her to eat. When the child ran, he chased her, faster and faster. When he was about to catch up, the child stomped her feet in a hurry, and whoosh, waving her arms, flew into the sky, like a birdman without wings but yearning for the sky.

He swung his arm with strength, leaving an afterimage.

She thought to herself, he won’t be able to catch up this time, right?

When I looked down, he came up with the pot in his hand, and called out, "Don't run away, come and eat while it's hot!"

What to eat!

The child was so frightened that he suddenly fell from the sky.

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was a bang.

There was no Uncle Li, no food, she just turned over and fell to the ground.

"so far so good!"

The child breathed a sigh of relief and was so frightened that he couldn't sleep.

I can only cross my legs and practice.

What if it comes true?

Uncle Li Er, who was sitting on the pot, flew very fast, as if the stove had exploded and he was blown up, and he came straight towards her.

It's so scary.

Child:!

It's not impossible.

If they can fly by standing on swords, they can fly by sitting on pots, right?

The stove is filled with firecrackers made by Sister Xi, then she sits in the pot, lights the fire, and goes out. If the firecrackers are powerful enough, she can fly far away in an instant.

Choose a few directions, bring some firecrackers and stoves, and if everything goes well, she may be able to reach the imperial capital or the border overnight.

The child is afraid of heights, so flying the sword is too difficult for her.

But with this method, she just needs to make sure she is heading in the right direction.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

The child quietly opened the door and went into the kitchen.

The big black pot on the stove suddenly became indescribably charming, deeply tempting her.

This feeling had only appeared when the container was filled with delicious food. This was the first time it appeared when it was empty. The child called it love.

She thought, at this moment, she was probably hopelessly in love with this pot.

That's why he hid it when Aunt Yu wasn't paying attention.

The next day, before dawn, he ran to An's house with it.

The concierge looked at her love pot with a strange look: "What are you... doing with it?"

The child touched the bottom of the pot and got a hand full of black ash, but she didn't pay attention. She just said solemnly, "You don't understand. Sister Xi is busy. I want to ask her for some firecrackers, the kind that fail."

"The lady no longer makes firecrackers. She is making fireworks now," the doorman reminded.

The child was a little disappointed: "There are none left. I must have firecrackers. Where can I buy firecrackers like hers?"

The concierge thought about the thing that could blow someone up like a bear and scratched his head. "I don't think you can buy it. Wait a minute, I'll go look for it for you. Curry should still have some."

The kind doorman found her a dozen firecrackers.

"That's probably all. I don't know if this is what you wanted. The master forbad us to release these. It's too dangerous. Be careful when you release them and don't hurt anyone."

"Don't worry, thank you." The child took it with shining eyes and stuffed it all into his pouch.

The concierge felt the scene was a bit unsettling, but he was sleepy and didn't dwell on it. The visitor was a stranger, so he probably didn't need to worry. So when he heard her thank you, he smiled and said, "You're welcome. Come again if you want. I'll help you find it later."

"You are such a good man!"

"Hey, no, no, it's just okay."

The two of them exchanged a few polite words and parted contentedly.

One went back to take a short nap, while the other hid his things, worked and ate as usual, asked for a leave when going to work, walked out of the corner gate with light steps, carried a pot on his head and firecrackers on his back, and ran out of the city in a flash.

He filled a basket of bricks before going out.

The old bricks in Zhang Fengci's house were left over from renovating the house. They were of no use. Aunt Yu really wanted them, but there was no place to put them at home.

Just put them there first and stack them in a row against the wall.

I don’t know who stole a few pieces, and seeing that there were fewer and fewer, the child simply packed a big pile.

The basket used was borrowed from Mrs. Chai.

She also asked Mrs. Chai how to build a stove.

Everything is prepared properly, except for something to spread the mud. However, it can be done with your own hands, and the child is not expected to succeed in one go.

After leaving the city, she asked passers-by where the river was, and then she carried her basket and went to the river to look for mud.

The more Aunt Yu at home thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

How could this pot disappear?

She didn't put it anywhere, so it was most likely stolen, but she knew how good children's ears were.

The thief sneaked in, but the child didn't hear anything and the cat didn't react. It didn't take anything but a pot.

How can this be right?

Could it be that……

"Is this thief also an alien, and a powerful one at that?"

Take nothing but the pot...

"Either he's stupid, or that pot is a treasure!"

The more I think about it, the more I think it makes sense. Even if it's not a treasure, a pot is still worth a lot of money.

Moreover, the pot was given to them by the owner of the house. It was an old pot that she was used to. Moreover, the food made in the old pot was much more fragrant than that made in a new pot. She couldn't just let it go for that reason.

Aunt Yu put her hands on her hips and became angrier the more she thought about it. She simply took the money and the cat, locked the door, and went to the yamen.

Report to the official!

She must find this thief!

There are so many things he could steal, but he stole the pot. How can people eat? He wants to starve them to death. How vicious!