The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 6 Finally, it’s time for my mother to grill fish~~ (new book for collection)

Vanilla and Fangfang ran back quickly, picked up the little princess and ran to the cold palace.

"Ah... Yuyu, Yuyu has fallen!"

Chacha, who was hung upside down on Vanilla's back, bared her teeth and yelled anxiously.

"Okay, okay, I'll get it, little princess!" Fang Fang hurriedly stepped on her flowerpot shoes and ran back, picked up a half-dead fish and chased after it, and ran back to the cold palace in one breath until the gate was closed. panting.

"Go and make a fire~~"

Chacha twisted her buttocks and went to the backyard to bring a bundle of dry firewood. Every day when they opened the small stove, they would go to the side hall to open it, otherwise the smoke would cause trouble if it was too heavy. This is what Er Niang told Chacha.

Vanilla and Fangfang made a simple grill with a few sticks of bamboo, with burning firewood under the grill.

Little Fatty blew and blew on the flames until his face turned black, and the fire finally ignited.

"It's too loud, I'm finally rich enough to grill fish for my mother~"

Concubine Ning wore a long plain cloak, and she came out of the bedroom holding the door frame.

Her voice was weak, but soft like a trickling stream: "Chacha."

Tea Xiaohuamao Tea raised her head when she heard Er Niang's cry, and slapped her two little claws on the skirt indiscriminately, then ran over and threw herself into Concubine Ning's arms.

"Emiang, Chacha, grilled fish..." Chacha chubby pointed in the direction of the fire, trying to tell Concubine Ning that they were grilling fish.

Concubine Ning was really a slim beauty in ancient times, she was uncommon and not a monster, and this gave Chacha the capital to be a good-looking little chubby even if she was a chubby one.

Concubine Ning couldn't hold Chacha a long time ago. It wasn't because Chacha was too fat, but because she was too weak. She usually had to rest for a while after walking a few more steps. Only at night when she was sleeping could she hold Chacha meat. Toot's little ass sleeps.

"Chacha, good boy, you are not allowed to catch fish in the pond anymore, it is very dangerous, Erniang will be worried, you know?"

Even though Concubine Ning squatted down to look at her and spoke softly, Chacha still lowered her head as if she had made a mistake, pointing her short fingertips at each other little by little: "Er Niangsen, Senbing, Chacha, Chacha I want to feed my mother some fish..."

"Your Majesty, the little princess has been thinking about catching fish for you to make up your body. On the way back today, I met the King Xiaoyao. If the little princess hadn't stepped forward, Fangfang and I might have been ruined by King Xiaoyao today."

Hearing King Xiaoyao, Concubine Ning's limp body trembled violently. She immediately inspected Chacha from top to bottom, front to back, and kissed the dirty piece Little face: "Chacha, tell Erniang, did King Xiaoyao treat you well, did he bully you?"

Before Vanilla finished what she just said, Concubine Ning was about to die of anxiety.

If something happens to her Chacha, this world really isn't worth her lingering.

The cute little dirty baby grinned, and his dark face showed his white teeth. He smiled happily and complacently: "Chacha is fine, Er, Erniang, Chacha Imada is so tired, scolded spicy A nasty bad sorghum, even stabbed his nose, nose cool..."

Vanilla also thought of Xiaoyao Wang's shriveled look, and couldn't help but want to laugh. This is something that only a little princess can do. Who would dare to believe that one day, the fearsome Xiaoyao Wang will actually have someone poke his nostrils day.

……

After the great tyrant finished discussing politics in the Tongxin Hall, on his way to the Compassionate Palace to pay his respects, he met the Xiaoyao King whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Xiao San.

(End of this chapter)