Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

At this moment, I was sitting lazily next to the spring.

Holding a scoop for scooping water in his hand, he waved impatiently at the long line of souls in front of him.

"Are you all a bunch of dead people? Can you move faster? Don't make me work overtime, please?"

Another little ghost standing next to him said, "Hall Master, they were originally dead."

The hall master rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and irritably reached out to the spring water in front of him to scoop out a scoop of water, and said to the souls who lined up in front of him, "Quickly, quickly."

The soul in the front came forward slowly, bent down to pick up a small white porcelain bowl from the ground, and stretched it out in front of the hall master.

After he poured the spring water from the scoop into the bowl and finished drinking, the white porcelain bowl in his hand disappeared automatically.

At the same time, the same small white porcelain bowl appeared out of thin air where he had just taken the bowl.

After the soul drank the spring water, he began to stand in the same place and talk about his life.

The hall master closed his eyes boringly and went to sleep.

The little ghost next to him floated a pen and a notebook in front of him, and the pen was automatically brushed on the notebook to remember the crimes of the soul.

In the middle of the team behind, a small head suddenly appeared, and Zaba with big eyes blinked towards the surroundings to observe, then sneaked to the front of the spring water.

He stretched out his little hand and touched the little white porcelain bowl curiously.

The hall master didn't even open his eyes, and said lazily, "Little devil, it's not right to jump in the queue. Obediently go to the back in line."

"I'm not a kid." The little girl said, reaching out and picking up the white porcelain bowl and taking a closer look.

The hall master opened his eyes with interest and looked at her, "You are not a kid, so what are you?"

The souls I meet on weekdays are all afraid of him. After so many years, there is only this little devil, who is not afraid of him at all, and dares to talk back to him.

Such an interesting little guy is rare, he naturally raises interest and does not want to miss it.

"My daddy is the big devil, my brother is the little devil, of course I am the little devil!" The little girl hummed proudly.

After seeing that there was only an ordinary porcelain bowl in his hand, he put his mouth back and put it back.

Seeing that the porcelain bowl hadn't disappeared like before, he looked at the palace master strangely, "Why didn't it disappear?"

The lord looked at her with a smile, "I'm doing nothing all day long. I like pickled pepper and pickled ghost claws the most. Your hands are white and tender, and it will be delicious when pickled.

Give me your hand and I will tell you. "

The little girl "cut", turned and sat down on the stone steps next to him, "Is there such a poor place in the underworld? At first glance, you haven't eaten delicious.

Pickled peppers and pickled ghost claws are what they are. They are not old, fried silver sticks, eight-treasure hazelnut sauce, yellow croaker pot, squirrel mandarin fish, steamed eight-treasure pig, and rice-stuffed duck. These are really delicious. "

The eyes of the palace owner gleamed, "Little Guitou, can you do this?"

The little girl's big eyes rolled around and said slyly, "I don't know how, I can only eat, but..."

Speaking of this, he deliberately sold a pass, and when the palace owner asked, he spoke.

"However, my mommy will, she cooks the best food in the world.

Especially the honey-glazed roasted chicken drumsticks, tender and crispy, are simply delicious.

You let me go back, how about I treat you to eat? "

The little girl's eyes flickered and looked at him.

The hall master couldn't help but clapped his legs and laughed, the little devil head of emotion is waiting for him here.