Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie was tickled by him, and shrank his stomach. He turned his head and kissed Ping Bao's cheek out of habit, "Stop it."

Pingbao pretended not to hear and lay on Wu Xie's body humming.

"If I make a mistake, you won't have meat to eat at night~" Wu Xie said gently without getting angry.

The tutorial in the video was very detailed, and Wu Xie was an experienced cook, so he finished it quickly. All he had to do was put the marinated chicken in the oven.

"Okay——"

Wu Xie took two steps with the plate in his hand and suddenly stopped.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Pingbao asked puzzledly.

Wu Xie turned his head stiffly and looked at him, dumbfounded: "There is no oven at home..."

Pingbao nodded. He didn't know what it was. "Is it important?"

Wu Xie collapsed: "Of course it is important. Without an oven, the chicken won't be cooked."

"Then I'll go buy it." Pingbao said without hesitation.

Wu Xie grabbed him and said, "Go buy it? Where are you going to buy it? You can't even recognize the road. I'll ask someone to bring it over."

"Oh——" Pingbao nodded obediently.

He leaned over and kissed Wu Xie again, "I love you the most, brother!"

Wu Xie pinched his chin, and then squeezed his mouth, which was a little pale due to injury, into a small chicken mouth, and pushed him away mercilessly.

"Be good."

Pingbao then stood up reluctantly.

Wu Xie called Wang Meng and asked him to find a way to get him an oven now.

Wang Meng yelled: "I'm on a date! Boss——"

"＊￥％＊╢…％,"

Wu Xie was too lazy to listen to his subsequent nonsense. He was colder than the snow on Changbai Mountain. With a "click", he hung up the phone.

Then, while waiting for Wang Meng to deliver the oven, Wu Xie heard a loud "boom" in the backyard of the shop, as if someone drove a tractor in.

Feeling something strange, Wu Xie took Pingbao to the backyard and immediately saw the fat man directing the trailer to reverse.

Wu Xie's mouth twitched and he shouted, "Fatty, what are you doing?"

The fat guy didn't have time to deal with him. He waved his hand casually and told him not to disturb him and go play somewhere else.

Then Wu Xie saw a huge, huge, huge, huge Christmas tree being taken down.

Wu Xie:?!

Also coming down with them was Zhang Qiling and a... Santa Claus... doll?

Wu Xie was completely confused.

Why is the guy holding a doll that looks like Santa Claus in his arms?

It was not until the doll turned its head that Wu Xie realized that what the little boy was holding in his arms was actually a small bottle of milk.

what is this?

How come I went out with Fatty and ended up doing cosplay?

Cosplay Santa Claus?

Little Bottle hadn't seen Wu Xie for a day. When he turned around and saw Wu Xie, he couldn't stay in Zhang Qiling's arms anymore and was about to get out of his arms.

Zhang Qiling loosened his hand, and the small bottle fell to the ground like a spring, and then stood up steadily.

With a whirlwind of short legs, he rushed over to Wu Xie with a "da da da" sound. Like a small cannonball, he crashed into Wu Xie's arms.

Shouted: "Uncle——"

Wu Xie was bumped into by him, and Pingbao supported him from behind to help him stabilize.

Little Milk Bottle hugged Wu Xie's neck and was held up by his buttocks. He rested his head on Wu Xie's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Uncle, next time I don't want to go out to play with Fatty Uncle..."

There was so much resentment in his tone that Wu Xie didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Patting his head, he said, "Okay, I won't go next time."

The small bottle has a deflated mouth.

Go out and play with the fat guy?

Fatty plays with him...