My Another World Sword Saint Wife

When the little girl carved in pink and jade heard the words, her head immediately shook like a rattle, and she assured: "Baby knows that grandpa is sick and just can't be stimulated. Baby must not tell grandpa. Aunt has changed again."

"Hey, what a sweetheart, what does the baby want to eat?"

After looking around for a while, the little girl pointed to the third steamed bun shop and shouted: "Mom, I want to eat steamed stuffed buns!"

"Steamed buns... Your grandpa has been eating them for most of his life, why don't we eat them with bean juice and coke rings? They are fragrant and thick~ they are delicious." The beautiful young woman coaxed the little girl up.

Today her father was discharged from the hospital at noon, so he asked for leave and brought the child to pick up the old man, and they planned to eat breakfast together in the ward.

It is said that let the baby choose what he likes, but in fact, of course, it is the most convenient way for the old and the young to like it.

"No! The bean juice stinks!"

The little girl broke free from the young woman's grasp, deliberately put on a nauseous posture, then pointed at the unstoppable steamed stuffed bun and said, "I want it, I want it!"

The young woman couldn't squeeze the child, so she took her little hand and went forward to line up.

Not long after, the young woman came back early with two bags, but she didn't say anything good.

"Hey, you don't even have tofu brain fried liver, you deserve to be called Beibei Baozipu?"

The young man passing by heard this, and after taking a peek at the young woman's round collarbone, he complained in his heart, no, no, sister, you think highly of it, this shop is not even worthy of a bun shop, what are you talking about in the north ...

He took out an overly white meat bun and stuffed it into his daughter's mouth.

The little girl took a bite.

"Yuck~~~"

The little girl spit it out.

The young woman had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and quickly caught the remaining half of the bun with a quick stroke of Haidilaoyue.

"Oh, you child, don't waste food! Slap your ass!" The young woman said angrily.

Conservation of food should start from childhood, if you get used to it now, it will be difficult to manage when you grow up.

"Mom is so disgusting!" The little girl frowned, and even squeezed out three wrinkles.

"Nonsense! Mom isn't unpalatable at all, but the bag is at most unpalatable! Come, let me taste it!"

Stuffed into half a bun in one gulp.

"Ugh~~~ Bah bah bah!" The young woman also vomited out.

It's not that the minced meat is undercooked, it's just that there is a feeling that the flavor and meat sauce have exceeded the standard.

If her father took this thing over, he would definitely be scolded by the old man.

"Don't waste food! Slap your ass!" the little girl imitated.

"Go, Mom, this is not a waste of food! Did you see the Chinese characters on the trash can?" The young woman pointed to the big green plastic bucket.

The little girl shook her head vigorously. These fonts are too complicated. Although she has the peak knowledge of a kindergarten class and a primary school student, it is still too difficult to understand.

"Food waste! Babies remember, this is called kitchen waste!"

bump!

The two bags of breakfast were directly thrown into the trash can. The young woman glanced at the steamed stuffed bun shop with an angry face, and quickly pulled the little girl up to another breakfast shop.

Today the old man with the child present is still waiting for himself to be too lazy to argue with the shopkeeper.

Babagios' eyes lit up, and he immediately ran to the trash can.

He squatted beside him for a long time, waiting for this moment.

The arm twisted like a spirit snake, dodging all kinds of rubbish with sharp corners, and drew an arc with the big hand to grab the bag.

brush.

Rough and thick male palms covered the back of a white and tender man's hand.

"Huh?" Babagios exclaimed that there was a human who shot faster than him.

"Huh?" Ouyang Ritian frowned in disgust, the feeling of being touched by a man is very subtle, although he has never been touched by a woman in his life.

"Human beings... that's mine." Babagios raised his head and said proudly.

"Don't you understand the rules, rookie?"

Ouyang Ritian was a little annoyed, and he was most annoyed by these people who violated the rules. He was not afraid of the tall stature of the opponent, and pushed Babagios away and said.

"Trash bins, what's in the ash bin is for everyone, seven or three bottles, five or five cartons."

"The green bucket belongs to whoever touches it first, unless the original owner didn't throw it according to the classification!"

Babagios was taken aback for a moment, there is such a saying?No wonder a kind human being gave him three bottles yesterday. At first he thought it was because he couldn't carry the two big bags.

"Humph."

With a cold snort, Ouyang Ritian picked up the spoils, turned around and left.

He is very angry now, the old mobile phone that was gifted by a kind fellow Taoist a few days ago finally failed to turn on normally.

The work of food delivery had to come to an end first.

After several twists and turns looking for a job and being rejected, I had to temporarily find a job in the recycling of renewable resources.

Watching the other party walk into the path calmly, Babagios followed slowly.

He showed an evil smile, and said in a deep voice: "Arrogant human beings... don't you know that demons never follow the rules."

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Chapter 202 I can tell at a glance that you are not human

Shangguan Ritian walked through the dark path between the buildings and came to a bustling vegetable market two streets south of the hospital.

The vegetables here are fresh and juicy, and the price is cheap. It is the favorite place for the elderly to purchase ingredients.

As long as you are careful and be careful of the occasional shortfalls, it can be called high quality and low price.

There is a row of high-quality vegetable shops at the east end of the vegetable market, which only sell fresh vegetables that have been cleaned and packaged.

There is basically a large bamboo basket placed in front of the door curtain of each shop, which is used to hold discarded vegetable roots and outer leaves.

Shangguan Ritian walked to the bamboo basket and took out a large plastic bag from his pocket.

He didn't choose it specially, he randomly picked up two handfuls of stems and leaves and put them into a bag, then walked away very satisfied.

The scavengers who come here to pick up vegetables will only take the portion of the day every time, because they have to leave it for others. This is an unwritten rule.

Babagios narrowed his eyes, silently remembering the location of this place.

These are all free nutrients, and he decided to come back to get them after he finished robbing that human's food.

One person and one devil, one walk and one follow, shuttling through the streets and alleys.

From time to time, Shangguan went to the vending machine and lay down on the ground, looking for the cans that the kind-hearted people deliberately put under the iron cabinet.

Sometimes I step into the green plants on both sides of the road and search for plastic bottles that have been inserted into the branches.

Occasionally, when he encounters one or two self-service express boxes, he will wait for a while to see if anyone comes to pick them up and discard the cartons.

When he walked all the way to the entrance of a certain old small park, he actually harvested half a pack of bottles and cans and a thick stack of paper shells.

Babagios hid behind the telegraph pole and was a little startled. This human being was much more professional than him, and he learned a lot of new knowledge today.

The park is not closed to the public, and there is no one guarding the gate.

Shangguan Ritian walked to a collapsed wall, and stepped directly into it.

The interior of the park has been in disrepair for a long time, and the ground is uneven. Even the nearby square dance team is reluctant to come here, let alone the parents who take their children out for a walk.

The original plan was to demolish it together with the nearby bungalow area, so the local brigade did not plan to repair it.

Who knew that the demolition would last for three years, three years and three years, and it would become like this over time.

Shangguan Ritian first went into the public toilet to wash the stems and leaves of the vegetables.

Of course, there has been no water here for a long time. He bought the pipe himself and connected it from the well cover.

Due to the extremely small amount, the water company has not yet noticed it.

After washing the ingredients, Shangguan Ritian walked through the lush bushes behind the toilet and came to a small piece of flat grass.

On the grass is a small tent made of tree branches, torn cotton cloth, wooden boards, cardboard shells and tiles picked up from the garbage station.

There is a toilet in the front, and a brick wall in the back. Shrubs grow on both sides, and tall trees stand outside the wall to block the view.

Not to mention sheltering from wind and rain, it has excellent concealment.

The small tent is only about half a person high and one meter wide, and there is only room for an adult to sleep inside.

Shangguan squatted at the door of the tent every day, seeming to say a few words to himself.

Then I dug out a small gas stove that was worth 20 yuan at the waste recycling station and a large plastic bucket of tap water.

Spread a broken blanket and sit on the ground.

Shangguan prepares the cooking stove every day.

Turn on the fire and heat the pan, pour water, break off the vegetable leaves, sprinkle a handful of fine salt, and pour in a few drops of sesame oil.

When the steam came out of the pot, he quickly put a bamboo steaming lid on the pot, and then picked up the meat buns he picked up before and put them on it.

After wiping off the oil stains on his hands, Shangguan sat on the ground and closed his eyes every day to rest his mind, waiting for the delicious food to come out of the pan.

He is a person who strictly abides by the rules, even worse than Chang Luofeng.

Since superhumans are not allowed to use any supernatural means in modern society.

Then, regardless of whether there are people around who will see it, he will not use consciousness and Taoism to improve his life.

Shangguan Ritian firmly believed that this downhill was a temper and test for him by the head of the sect.

As for why the test is at this point in time, he has already figured it out.

Some time ago, I gave him a mobile phone friend, and told him everything that happened in the Transcendent Alliance recently.

Longhushan is selecting a mission to accompany the princess from another world to another world.

Who is Shangguan Ritian?The proud son of the Shangguan family, the candidate for the future patriarch, and the key training object of Tianyang Peak in Longhu Mountain.

This time Guangzong Yaozu, opening up the future of the earth and stars, and joining hands with the historic meeting of the two civilizations, he must have a place.