Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

On the first night of formal cohabitation, the two goblins couldn't sleep well.

Mr. Squirrel's young heart has been greatly hurt, and he is no longer a devout believer of the Holy Mouse Maria.

He decided to convert to Apollo, the sun mouse!

I hope the male mouse will not bully the little squirrel.

Woke up early the next morning, Mr. Squirrel prayed devoutly, and went to the small kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Let's eat chips and tomato bisque today, then pack up and head to the small town of Varta.

As a debt rat, Mr. Squirrel has no money and can't make ends meet. He has to go to the Fairy Guild to pick up some new orders.

He invested all his savings in the small tree house, and owed Mr. Weasel a large amount of decoration fees that he had not settled.

Although...Although Mr. Weasel confessed to him and moved into the small tree house to live with him, but every yard counts, he is not a soft rice mouse raised by a boyfriend.

After making a plan, Mr. Squirrel put on a small apron and carried a small basket, went to the vegetable field in front of the small tree house to pick a small tomato with morning dew, then went to the storage room, opened the cabinet in the corner, He took out a potato that was still covered in mud.

Back in the kitchen, wash the cherry tomatoes and potatoes, and cut them into strips with a knife.

Set up a small aluminum pot, first boil the tomato into a thick soup, put a little sugar and onion slices, and simmer slowly over low heat.

Then I came to another small stove on the side, lit a big fire, set up a small oil pan, filled the bottom of the pan with olive oil, and fried the pre-cut potatoes into golden French fries.

Finally, put it out of the pot and put it on the plate, and a hearty breakfast is ready.

"Mr. Huang Lang, wash your paws, you can have breakfast." Mr. Squirrel shouted towards the outside of the small tree house.

When Mr. Weasel heard it, he dropped the small hoe in his paw and ran into the house in a hurry.

He also woke up early in the morning, but he has been busy in the vegetable field outside the small tree house, planning to expand the field plowed by the little squirrel into a larger vegetable garden, and then plant more vegetables and fruits.

Xiaoguai likes cooking food so much, how can he not have a fruitful vegetable garden?

"Mr. Huang Lang, after breakfast in a while, I'm going to the Goblin Guild in Valta Town to pick up some new orders." After eating a bite of French fries and a sip of tomato soup, Mr. Squirrel narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and said slowly.

"Then I'll go to the small town of Varta too!" Mr. Weasel always choked like a tornado passing through the border every time he ate, stretched his neck straight from the choke, and still took a breath out of his chest to reply to the little squirrel.

"Why is Mr. Huang Lang going to the town of Valta?" Mr. Squirrel tilted his head, wondering.

Hasn't all the luggage been moved here?

"I'll also go to the Fairy Guild to take orders." Mr. Weasel said without thinking.

Although he is not short of money, he can't just sit and eat. The two goblins have to work together to live.

Speaking of going to the Fairy Guild, Mr. Weasel suddenly remembered something.

Back then, in order to pursue the little squirrel, he accepted the construction task issued by the mobs in the Fairy Guild. He had bragged with Mr. Little Panda who was in charge of the counter?

It seems to have said that the little wife at home will cook delicious food for Mr. Panda as a thank you or something?

Mr. Weasel's eyes widened. He stuffed the remaining French fries into his mouth and stood up abruptly.

"Little monster, do you still have honey waffles at home?"

Mr. Squirrel was taken aback by Mr. Weasel who was bluffing, his small body trembled violently, and the strong tomato tea almost spewed out of his mouth.

That is to say, the little monster has a soft personality and is not very angry. He patted his small chest with his claws and said, "No...no more, Mr. Huang Lang, do you want to eat honey waffles?"

"No... not really."

Oh my god, how dare you tell the cowhide you once boasted in front of the little squirrel?Although his weasel is thick-skinned, he still needs face!

Turning his mind around, Mr. Weasel came up with a random reason: "It's just that I have a little friendship with Mr. Little Panda from the Fairy Guild, so I want to bring him some desserts this time."

However, Mr. Weasel did not expect...

"Yeah? Really? The little monster is also very close to Mr. Little Panda. He is a very good bear. Every time he goes there, he recommends high-quality orders to the little monster."

(⊙_☉) Really?

Good guy, this red panda co-author has two faces!

Why when he went to pick up the order, he was so indifferent to answering, he didn't even want to raise his eyelids?So enthusiastic about little squirrels?

Do you think mobs are cute and want to hook up?

Danger!Need to be careful!Mr. Weasel silently classifies Mr. Little Panda as a rival in love in his heart.

"Although there are no honey waffles at home, there are still some strawberry flavored cookies in a small jar in the storage room. Wait a minute, I'll get them right away." After finishing speaking, Mr. Squirrel got up and walked towards the storage room run away.

Mr. Weasel regretted it a little.

Gan!Strawberry biscuits or something, I don't really want to give that little panda to eat.

Tie the small jar of strawberry cookies with a bow with wool and stuff it into the small back basket. Mr. Squirrel was carried by Mr. Weasel on a bicycle and ran all the way towards the small town of Valta.

When passing by the gate of the city this time, Mr. Sparrow, who was guarding the gate, was not seen.

He drank too much, and he was still drunk in Miss Fox's disco at the moment.

The little sparrow was belching, her little face was flushed, and there was still a pink lip print on her chest, and all the pennies in her pocket had been spent long ago.

Mr. Weasel parked his bicycle at the gate of the Fairy Guild, and naturally took the little squirrel's paw and walked in.

Mr. Squirrel was still a little embarrassed. He lowered his head, pricked up his ears, and stared at the toes of his shoes, not daring to look at the elves who were passing by.

When he came to the counter of Little Panda, he threw his senior construction craftsman certificate on the table handsomely.

Mr. Weasel's eyebrows are beaming, his tail is raised high, and the expression on his face should be as grand as it is.

"Oh, old man, I've been in a panic lately, so I'm here to take an order."

The little panda is lying on the table at the moment touching the fish.

In the past two days, there are very few goblins who have received orders from the goblin guild. He closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and the labor fee for the day will be paid. After get off work, he can go to the shore of Lake Baiga for a cup of coffee.

However, when he heard the sound, he had to get up to receive the goblin. The little panda sighed insignificantly, but as soon as he raised his head, Mr. Weasel poked him in front of him with his wicked eyes and mean eyes.

"Huh!"

Suddenly frightened, Mr. Little Panda stood up from the chair in an instant, raised his paws ferociously, wobbling like a tumbler, trying to scare the other party away.

Don't come here!I'm super fierce!

Mr. Weasel blinked in confusion, turned his head away after a while, covered his mouth and let out a sneer.

no!Can't hold it anymore!My face is going to cramp!

Mr. Little Panda also realized that he had made a fool of himself. He hurriedly sat back on his chair and stared angrily at Mr. Weasel, who gloated at his misfortune.

Opening the drawer, he threw a stack of bound booklets onto the counter. Mr. Panda hugged his chest and snorted coldly, "It's all here, you can find it yourself."

The service attitude can be said to be quite bad!

At this time, Mr. Squirrel came out from behind Mr. Weasel, holding a small jar full of strawberry biscuits in his paw, and gently placed it on the counter.

"Mangzai, this is a dessert specially prepared for you, don't be angry!"

Yes, the real name of this little panda is Mang Zai, which also means fool in fairy language.

Because Mangzai was always sick when he was a child, the little panda mother chose such a name after hearing the bard say that a humble name is easy to support.

"Yeah, it's a mob. Thank you for the gift. Are you here to take the order?"

The little panda was full of surprise. As he spoke, he opened another drawer and pulled out a privately hidden list from the bottom of a pile of pickled peppers and bamboo shoots.

He covered it with his paws, and sneakily stuffed it in front of Mr. Squirrel, then leaned his head close to the little squirrel's ear, and whispered: "Little monster, this is a big deal, and the reward is very considerable. As soon as I saw it, I thought it was very suitable for you, so I took it off the bulletin board and waited for you to come."

Good guy, you're too upright for doing business for personal gain, aren't you?

Mr. Squirrel only glanced at it, then widened his eyes in surprise.

It turned out to be a garment-making task issued by the Yanni Opera House. They have rehearsed a new opera called "Rome and Julie". It is a beautiful love story. The goblin design of the supporting role in the show dress.

Seeing the salary column, the number was followed by several zeros, and Mr. Squirrel clapped his paws, his little heart beating thumpingly.

"Mangzi, I... can I take on such a task? I'm afraid... I'm afraid that the clothes I design won't satisfy the customers." Mr. Squirrel pinched a corner of the clothes, looking both excited and nervous.

He is just a goblin with little education, never went to goblin university, volunteered to accept such a high-end dress design?I don't know if it will be rejected by customers?

Mr. Little Panda blinked, and actively encouraged Mr. Squirrel: "Little monster, don't be afraid, your regular customers all praise that the clothes you design are very spiritual! I think you are absolutely fine! But this list is a bit special. First, I have to go to the Rose Manor in the city center to find Mr. Peacock, and after reading the script of "Rome and Julie", I will talk about my design ideas and pass Mr. Peacock's evaluation before I can accept the order smoothly."

Hearing this, Mr. Squirrel became even more nervous, and even retreated.

In front of other goblins, explaining his design ideas, he would be so nervous that his tongue would get tied.

He is not good at dealing with goblins. If the customer is not satisfied, he will be severely punished. Just thinking about it, Mr. Squirrel is about to cry.

The mob sighed softly, shook his head in frustration and said, "Forget it, I...I can't do it."

Hearing this, Mr. Little Panda felt very sorry, but he also understood the little squirrel's temper, so he didn't force it.

Mr. Weasel was left on the sidelines, even more non-existent than air.

He watched helplessly as the little panda and the mob were whispering intimately, chirping, and his nose was almost crooked in anger.

Isn't your discriminatory treatment too blatant?Believe it or not, I will sue you?

Just when the little panda was about to take back the list, Mr. Weasel grabbed it with his paw!

"Who said he wouldn't accept it? Our mobs accepted the order!" Mr. Weasel said boldly, with his neck stuck up and his chin raised.

He knew that the little squirrel had a slight social phobia and didn't dare to touch strange fairies, but it didn't matter, it was just right for him to have social phobia, and they were a perfect match!

Hearing this, the little squirrel was terrified. He quickly used his claws to tear off Mr. Weasel's clothes, but Mr. Weasel held him backwards with one paw.

"Little monster, don't be afraid, I will accompany you to Rose Manor, don't worry, with me here, no goblin dares to bully you."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Weasel picked up the order he had chosen and the order of Little Squirrel, and left the Fairy Guild with Mr. Squirrel.

Only Mr. Little Panda was left with a dazed face, staring straight at the door of the Fairy Guild, unable to recover for a long time.

He didn't notice just now, is there something wrong between the little monster and that evil weasel?

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