"Damn Mung Bean, you're tearing me down again! I'm not done with you now!" The crow shouted angrily at the parrot opposite.
"Don't call me Mung Bean." The parrot was a little unhappy, but still pointed to the bottom of the cage and said, "Besides, your clothes fell off."
The crow looked down and saw a leaf falling downwards.
"Oh!" Its eyes suddenly widened, and it quickly covered its body with two hairless wings while exclaiming: "Excuse me, your Excellency, could you pass me the king's clothes?"
"Giggle..." Amy laughed happily when she saw this scene, walked over and picked up the leaf on the ground, and said with a smile: "Heitan, your clothes are in my hands now. If you are obedient in the future, I’ll give it back to you, and if you don’t obey, I’ll take it away.”
"My king...my king..." Heitan looked at Amy with a confused expression. At this time, a cool autumn wind blew in the distance. He couldn't help but shiver and looked at the hand in Amy's hand. Ye Ye immediately nodded and said: "Be obedient!"
"Okay, then I'll keep my promise." Amy nodded happily, standing on tiptoes to pass the leaves up, but the birdcage was hung a bit high, and she still couldn't reach it even though she stood on tiptoes. The expression on her face I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
"That's enough." Mag leaned over and picked Amy up, as high as the birdcage.
"Father is so kind." Amy happily kissed Mag's cheek, reached out and handed the leaves to the birdcage, and said with a smile: "Here you go, stupid Heitan."
"I accept your kindness." Heitan opened his mouth, took the leaves from Amy's hand, and gathered them around him again.
"Goodbye, Hei Tan and Mung Bean." Amy got off Mag's body, waved to the two birds, and followed Mag forward.
"Goodbye, but I still hope you can call me Sunny next time." Mung Bean said.
"It seems... she is indeed quite cute. Then I will reluctantly accept her request." Heitan looked at Amy's back and muttered reluctantly.
After leaving the magic potion shop, Mag took Amy's hand and walked to the Aden Square. The circular Aden Square occupies a very large area. Except for a huge circular square in the center, the rest of the place is divided into blocks with various ethnic groups. Characteristic carvings or gardens.
According to this, Aden Square is a huge version of the map of Nolan Continent, with the City of Chaos in the center and other races surrounding the City of Chaos.
The further east you go, the more lively the square becomes. A lava demon child with fiery red cracks all over his body runs past, with a whirring flame in his hair, like a burning torch.
Behind him, a forest troll child with a blade of grass growing from his head was chasing after him, followed by two dwarf children holding hammers in hot pursuit.
In this chaotic city, parents never guess what their children will find as playmates after they are released.
When those friends passed by Mag and the others, they couldn't help but slow down and turn their heads to stare at Amy for a while.
Whenever this happened, Mag would glare at them with a warning look on his face, and then stand sideways to block their view of Amy.
Just kidding, this is his daughter, we can't let those guys keep an eye on her.
Amy was very happy. Many of her friends looked at her with envy today. This was the first time.
"Father, I also want her hair, please tie it up for me." Mag and Amy sat on a stone chair to rest for a while, and when they were about to get up and go back, there was a five or six-year-old girl next to her with hair. The human girl with a bun randomly swung her hand around a burly man in his thirties who was wearing a smart suit.
"Well... Yaya looks very good now." The man glanced at Amy's delicate braids, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. How could he, a brave man, do such beautiful braids? It took all his imagination to get it into its current state.
At the same time, he glanced at Mag with some envy. He actually had such a skill, or he had a good wife at home who could tie his daughter's hair. Unlike his wife, who kicked him out to take care of their daughter while she played at the gambling table. Being happy.
"But this bun is so ugly. People also want braids." The girl touched the bun on her head with a look of disgust, pointed at Amy's with envy and said: "I want this, I want it !” He started crying, feeling extremely aggrieved.
"Yaya, darling, I'll buy you some delicious food later. Can you buy something fun?" The man stretched out his hand to help the girl wipe away her tears, and glanced at Mag with some resentment.
Mag looked sympathetically at the man who was busy comforting the girl. Fortunately, Amy was not allowed to go out with her buns on her head yesterday, but feeling the resentful look in her eyes, she was inexplicably proud. A man who can tie a girl's hair is awesome. , took Amy's hand and stood up and said: "Let's go home."
"Father, wait a moment." Amy walked up to the girl and stretched out her hand to wipe her tears.
"This guy is quite loving." Mag felt a little relieved.
The man on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if the girl could help make her daughter happy.
"Stop crying, only my father can tie this hair. No matter how much you cry, your father will not help you tie it." Amy withdrew her hand and looked at the girl seriously.
The girl was about to stop. She was stunned when she heard Amy's words. She looked up at her father and then at Mag. She suddenly felt even more aggrieved and burst into tears.
"This... suffocating operation." Mag stared. As expected, he couldn't look at his girl with normal thinking. He glanced at the man who was also stunned, and quickly took Amy's hand and said, "Sorry." Quickly. Leave.
On the way back, Mag stood on the roadside for a while and watched the old man selling sweet biscuits on the roadside. There was a large cylindrical oven with a large pot of dark yellow corn paste next to it. Reach out and grab a bunch and slap it into the stove. It will be out of the oven after a while.
The business was very good, and there was a long queue in front of the stall, and most of them were friends, holding one or two copper coins in their hands, standing there and looking around, while some friends who had no money squatted nearby and watched eagerly.
It is simple and crude, and it is estimated that it can sell thousands of pieces. Although it is sold cheaply, it is not a dream to earn thirty thousand a month like the old man selling sesame cakes in his previous life.
Mag suddenly remembered that when her predecessor came out to look for Amy, she saw Amy squatting here like those sallow-looking children, eagerly looking at the baked sweet cookies, and couldn't help holding Amy's hand. He tightened his grip a little and said with a smile: "Let's go home. Tomorrow morning, father will make you Roujiamo that is a hundred times more delicious than sweet biscuits."
"Yeah, father makes the most delicious food." Amy nodded vigorously and followed Mag away obediently.
Hmm...please vote for recommendation. If you don't give it to me, give it to...Amy~
