C26 To Provoke This Iceberg

Finally, he rolled his eyes at Zhao Sheng and didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked back into the house.

Shu Xiang was physically and mentally exhausted. She narrowed her eyes and used her front and rear legs to step into the room.

"Hmm?" His feet seemed to have stepped on some kind of strange object, upon closer inspection, it looked like a piece of a bowl.

As her eyes rolled, Shu Xiang's eyes suddenly shook.

The only table in the house that could barely be used was broken into pieces. The two empty bowls that were originally placed on top of the table had now been shattered into pieces.

And what was that thing lying in the corner by the wall, so much like her teapot?

"Oh my god!" Shu Xiang finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. She gloomily squatted on the ground with her hands covering her head and buried her head in her knees.

What else could she say? All words were pale in the face of reality. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have provoked this ice mountain. It was simply a disaster!

The two kids playing in the mud heard Shu Xiang's exclamation, dropped the toys in their hands, and hastily ran into the house. "Mother, Liang Qing, what's wrong?"

"Mother, mother, where is the discomfort?"

Shu Xiang raised her head and glanced at the two little kids. Could she say that she was feeling uncomfortable?

Pointing at the debris on the ground, he asked the two children weakly, "Tell mom, what's going on?"

The two children looked at each other and waved their hands at Shu Xiang grandly, "It's nothing, it's just that Daddy has another problem."

Shu Xiang took a deep breath and lowered her head helplessly. Okay, this was a disaster that she brought upon herself, and she was the one who told the child that the man's brain was abnormal. He had to swallow the bitter fruit that he had planted.

Shu Xiang waved weakly at the two kids. "Go out and play. Mother, go to sleep for a while." As he spoke, he began to climb up the bed.

The two kids looked at each other. They really wanted to ask, "Is mother not going to cook dinner?" However, when she saw Shu Xiang's tired expression, she swallowed back the words that were about to leave her mouth.

"Alright, mother." Little Baozi said as he dragged his little sister out of the room.

The sky gradually darkened, and it was already past dinner time. The two little guys held their aunts' stomachs as they stood at the entrance.

Lingdang held his stomach and looked pitifully at the door. Brother. Is mother tired? "

"Yes."

"Daddy is sick again?"

"Yes."

"Uncle Loong Qi flew away?"

"Yes."

When Little Baozi heard his sister's stomach growling, he looked at the door, then looked at Zhao Sheng who was sitting on a rock in the yard. He patted Lingdang's head and said: "Let's go, I'll roast some steamed buns for you."

"Yes, yes." Only then did Lingdang stop the tears that were about to fall, he held his brother's hand and walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty except for the two steamed buns they had left over for lunch that afternoon.

Little Baozi was at a loss as to what to do while holding the two cold steamed buns. Suddenly, he remembered that his brother had once used a branch on the steamed buns in order to roast them in the fire.

Little Baozi let Lingdang take the steamed bun, then he started to stumble towards the door while carrying the wood fire.

The two children struggled with their nose to the point that their faces were covered in dust. The fire was still not ignited, let alone the steamed buns they were roasting.

Zhao Sheng, who was sitting on the rock and letting out some cold air, saw the pitiful looks on the two kids' faces and felt like a ball of fire was rising in his heart.

Finally, when he saw the child's ashen face and the closed door for the third time, he lost his temper and stood up with a "whoosh" and kicked the chair he had just sat on.

He heard a "bang" not far away.

Loong Qi, who slept on the tree in a daze, was shocked and almost fell down from the tree. Rubbing his eyes, he looked over in suspicion, only to see that his master was like a specter emitting cold air, kicking the door open with a bang.