After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 9 The male protagonist who is force-feeding, Jiujiu!
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Xiao Lu moved.

The sleepy Shen Yanjin opened his eyes and sat up silently.

The person who came was an old man in sackcloth.

"Third son, this old slave is late." The old man was very kind. After setting the torch away, he personally put the food box in front of Shen Yanjin, opened it slowly, and took out the food.

Two vegetarian dishes, a bowl of thick rice.

There is only a little bit of minced meat in the dish, and the oil is not visible.

Shen Yanjin didn't care, picked up the bowl and ate it with big mouthfuls.

"Slow... Slow down, it's not enough, this old slave will find a way to get it for you."

The movement of eating paused, and the old man smiled kindly and said, "I have a grandson who is as old as you..."

Speaking of this, the old man paused for a moment, then continued with a sigh, "Unfortunately, he died of starvation during the famine, and the old slave traveled across the ocean and was taken in by the people of Shenjiazhuang."

Shen Yan would like to finish eating, and left some food.

The old man smiled and said, "Third Young Master, are you full?"

"Ah."

Without waiting for the grandfather to speak, Shen Yan would like to feed the rest of the rice with chopsticks to the drowsy Xiao Lu on his shoulder.

"Jiujiu" doesn't eat or eat, so sleepy.

Seeing that the feeding failed a few times, Shen Yan grabbed Xiao Lu with his mouth pursed, which made it scream again and again.

Then before Xiao Lu could fully wake up, he opened the bird's beak with his little hand, and fed it with rice grains and a big chopstick.

"eat fast."

Xiao Lu glared at him, how stubborn is this kid, it clearly doesn't want to eat, yet he insists on feeding it!

The old man couldn't bear to look directly at him, "Third Young Master, if you feed it again, you will have to overdo it."

After hearing this, Shen Yanjin stopped.

Xiao Lu looked at the old man gratefully.

He was too full, so he fell back into Shen Yanjin's hands, snoring comfortably.

"chirp"

The old man kindly packed up the leftovers, put them back in the food box, saluted and then left.

It was late at night, and most of the servants in Shenjiazhuang had already rested.

Shen Yanjin hadn't showered for several days, his body was smelly, he didn't know it at all, he tied Xiao Lu in his underwear and just lay down and slept like that.

A few days ago, Xiao Lun was in a hurry to rush on the road, but Xiao Lun didn't pay attention to it. Today, after smelling the fragrance of flowers and food in the countryside, Xiao Lun couldn't stand Shen Yanjin's stinky body.

"chirp"

"Don't be noisy."

"Chirp!"

"Tweet Tweet"

"..." After yelling for most of the night, she realized that Shen Yanjin had already fallen asleep.

And it was too sleepy to die.

Forget it, if he was angry today, it would be better if he rested earlier, so that he would have the energy to do other things tomorrow.

Resigned to his fate, Xiao Lu covered his nose with his wings, rolled his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep.

On the second day, just before dawn, people passed by the cowshed one after another, and the movements were very loud.

Xiao Lu who was woken up opened his round little bean eyes and called out chirping.

He found that Shen Yanjin was also awake.

It jumped out of his arms, onto Xiao Hui's back, and looked out with its small round eyes.

It was a few servants who were feeding the cows.

It turned out that besides Xiao Hui, there were other cows here.

It didn't notice.

"Yeah?"

A servant's eyes lit up when he saw Little Fat Chirp on the back of the cow.

"What a fat bird."

Xiao Lu: "..."

It's not actually fat, it's just that the hair is too long and too much, so it gives people a chubby intuition.

"Hush...don't talk nonsense, I heard that it was raised by the third son, and he is spiritual." The servant next to him knocked the speaker gently with a stick, and explained in a low voice.

"The bird raised by the third son?"

"Is that the third son I thought of?" the servant who was beaten touched his nose and asked in embarrassment.

"if not?"

"Why do these three sons live in a worse house than us servants? At least we live in a human house."

"Hey, it's not like you don't know that the old lady only dotes on the young master and miss, so how could she be kind to a son from the capital? I heard that if the third master hadn't been weak and young, half of the Shen family's property would be What about his?"

(End of this chapter)