Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 279: Brother, did you bring me here... to beg for food?
Xingxingzai is a very heavy sleeper. When she first came to the Song family, her sleep was still a little light because she couldn't adapt to the new environment, but she soon got into the mood.Very little movement could wake her up.

But it really doesn't work this time.She felt sore in the butt.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that the surrounding trees were retreating rapidly. Xingxing let out a cry, and pulled out her two little claws from the bamboo basket. When she poked her little head out, her forehead was about to be blown by the wind. Blow away.

Why aren't you on the kang?

Why are you in Big Brother's basket? ? ?
"Put on your hat." Song Jiyuan's cold voice came from the front.

As soon as he heard his elder brother's voice, Xingxing pawed around and put back the hat that had fallen into the basket.

However, soon, they reached a flat road that was not so bumpy. Xingxing yawned a little and continued to sleep deeply.

Song Jiyuan galloped all the way, and when the sun was shining in the morning, he took Xingxing to Xichuan City.

After placing the horse and some Xingxing's luggage in the inn, he went out carrying the bamboo basket.

"Brother, I'm hungry." When the tall boy stepped into the bustling main street of Xichuan, the hustle and bustle around him instantly drowned the brother and sister.

A chubby little cub suddenly grew out of the ordinary bamboo basket behind the boy.Xingxing stood in the bamboo basket, his two fat claws wrapped around Song Jiyuan's neck, and his little head kept rubbing against his shoulders and neck.

Song Jiyuan took out a still-warm roasted sweet potato from his arms and handed it over. Fatty Claws immediately took hold of it and sat obediently in the bamboo basket to eat it.

Song Jiyuan covered the bamboo basket a little and took her towards the black market.

There were many businessmen from the Turks and the Western Regions in the black market. Song Jiyuan arrived a little late and couldn't find a good seat, so he sat down in a corner, then took out two bowls from his bag and placed them in front.

He wasn't the type to yell, so he just sat there.

"Brother, are you bringing me here... to beg for food?" Xingxing got out of the basket and stared at the two bowls on the ground.

Song Jiyuan shook his head and handed her another roasted sweet potato.

Only then did the little cub retract his head quietly.

Did the eldest brother really bring himself to Xichuan to beg for food?
In the eyes of the little cub, there is really nothing surprising about these two bowls.But in the eyes of knowledgeable people, this is not the case.

Soon, someone squatted down in front of Song Jiyuan.

He glanced at Song Jiyuan's face, then pointed at the two bowls and said, "Underglaze color? Hand-painted?"

Song Jiyuan shook his head: "Start filming."

In the bamboo basket, Xingxing strained her ears to listen, but she just couldn't understand these unfamiliar words.

"How many goods are there?" the man asked Song Jiyuan.

Song Jiyuan did not speak, but gestured with his fingers.

"Did you bring Tao Ni with you? Let me see." The man turned his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Jiyuan handed his hand in the direction of the bamboo basket behind him.

As soon as he saw the elder brother's big hand handing it over, Xingxing, who was holding the sweet potato and gnawing it, subconsciously stuffed the half-eaten sweet potato into his hand.

Song Jiyuan felt the warm touch on his hands and shook his head: "Mud."

As soon as he heard the word mud, Xingxing immediately lowered his head and rummaged through the bamboo basket.

The man opposite looked at the bamboo basket behind the boy and suddenly a small paw full of fat holes stretched out. The small paw was holding a piece of mud wrapped in brown paper.

(End of this chapter)