Monster Tea Party

Chapter 5393 Steamed Buns
Little Taotie thought that Lord Xiao Xiao was reluctant to give this treasure to it.

It doesn't mean that this treasure is with Lord Xiao Xiao.

No matter where the pen is, Master Xiao Xiao is unwilling to give it...

It was no use finding the pen.

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Although he didn't want to admit it, Xiao Taotie still had to admit this fact.

cut.

The little Taotie curled his lips.

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"Because it is only a creation of human imagination."

Xiao Xiao smiled.

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what?
The little Taotie was stunned.

A creation of human imagination?

That pen isn't real?

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"Ah."

Xiao Xiao nodded slightly.

"At least we know it because of a myth called the Magic Brush of Ma Liang."

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Fairy tales...

A trace of confusion flashed across the little Taotie's face.

what is that?
but……

The story...
The little Taotie grinned.

Don’t many people think that…

Do monsters exist in stories?
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"That's true."

Xiao Xiao smiled.

It’s all stories…

Since monsters are real...

Who can guarantee the story of the magic brush Ma Liang...
Is it just fiction?
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The little Taotie was rarely absent-minded.

A distant memory emerged in its mind...

It's really a very distant memory...

The yellowed paper gradually began to show color...

That time...

It seemed like it was the first time it knew it was a part of a human story...

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The little Taotie stuffed a big white flour bun into his mouth.

After chewing a few times, the little Taotie swallowed the white flour bun that was bigger than his body into his stomach.

The little Taotie stuffed another white flour bun into his mouth.

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"what!"

The woman screamed.

"Who the hell stole our buns?!"

"asshole!"

The woman grabbed the broom beside her and rushed out of the kitchen.

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Unfortunately.

Like the previous times, she returned empty-handed.

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"what happened?"

The woodcutter approached the woman.

"Why is it so loud?"

"My brother is studying."

"Don't influence him."

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The anger on the woman's face froze.

She clenched the broom in her hand and waved it vigorously.

The muffled voice was filled with anger, "That damn thief is here again!"

"He has been stealing our steamed buns for three days in a row!"

“I didn’t even see his shadow.”

"I clearly set a trap..."

The woman was confused and angry.

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"here we go again?"

The woodcutter was stunned.

His brows furrowed deeply.

The first time someone stole their steamed buns, his wife told him.

He was quite surprised.

Because of his identity as a woodcutter, their house was outside the village, close to the mountain.

It was convenient for him to go up the mountain to chop firewood.

This place is quite far away from other people's homes, making it inconvenient to travel around.

They were just an ordinary woodcutter's family, barely able to feed themselves.

So few people come here.

Not to mention thieves who target money.

He has lived here for so many years...

This was really the first time I encountered a thief.

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Which thief is so incompetent...

Would you come to a house like theirs to steal a few steamed buns?
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My wife checked it carefully.

There are just a few steamed buns missing at home.

There is no other loss.

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The woodcutter carefully checked the kitchen and the surrounding area of ​​the house, but found no trace of the thief.

In that case, I can only give up.

He also inferred that the thief was just passing by and was hungry, so he took a few steamed buns from home to eat.

At this time, the thief had no idea how far away he was from here.

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The woodcutter told his wife to relax.

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Unexpectedly, the woodcutter was slapped in the face the next day.

The steamed buns in the kitchen were stolen again.

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There was still no clue in the surrounding area. The thief seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

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The woodcutter made a special trip to the village.

When he came back, he was accompanied by a dog.

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Dogs can guard the house.

If the thief dares to come again, he will let the dog bite him, so that the thief will regret coming to their house to steal steamed buns.

Again and again...

Do you think their family is easy to bully?
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This time, the woodcutter also stayed on purpose.

No going up the mountain to chop firewood.

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He and his wife hid in a room next to the kitchen.

Secretly open the door a crack.

Observing the situation in the kitchen.

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"Hey."

The sun sets.

The sunset filled the sky.

The woman tapped her back and twisted her waist.

"Aren't you coming today?"

"You saw we have a dog so you don't dare to come, right?"

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"possible."

The woodcutter opened the door.

Walk towards the kitchen.

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The woodcutter was stunned.

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"what happened?"

The woman who noticed something was wrong with the woodcutter walked forward.

then……

The woman opened her mouth.

After a long while, she finally uttered, "... steamed buns..."

"Gone!?"

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why?
The woodcutter and the girl were puzzled.

They literally kept their eyes on the kitchen.

Don't dare to slack off for a moment.

The newly bought dog was also at the kitchen door.

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They saw no one.

The dog didn't bark either.

should be……

No one should enter the kitchen...
how……

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"Who is it?"

The woman was frantic and confused.

Did they encounter a powerful flying thief?

But such a powerful thief...

How many steamed buns do you steal every time you come to their house?

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Does this sound like a word?

Don’t flying thieves rob the rich to help the poor?
Aren’t their targets all businessmen and wealthy people?
How could they see such a poor family like them?

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"...Why are you of no use at all?"

The woman squatted down beside the dog and rubbed its head hard.

She stared at the dog.

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"Woof~"

The dog tilted his head.

He rubbed the woman.

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“…I won’t make steamed buns anymore.”

The woman said somewhat angrily.

None of the steamed buns she made these days ended up in their stomachs.

She felt very painful.

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"Don't."

The woodcutter shook his head.

"My younger brother likes to eat steamed buns."

Their family couldn't provide much good food for their younger brother who was studying.

Fortunately, my younger brother really likes the steamed buns made by his sister-in-law.

If you are satisfied with your meal, you will be more motivated to study.

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The woman reacted.

"Too."

She just said those words in anger.
Steamed buns are her specialty.

Both brothers like to eat it.

Every time the woodcutter went up the mountain to chop wood, the dry food he brought with him were the steamed buns she made.

My brother’s breakfast and lunch mostly consist of steamed buns.

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"I'll do it again."

The woman sighed.

"Talk to your brother."

"Don't let him misunderstand that I won't make steamed buns for him."

They didn't tell their brother about the accidents that happened in the past few days.

My younger brother needs to focus all his attention on studying now.

No need to know this.

Even if I knew it, it wouldn't be of much help.

It also distracted my brother from studying.

But it has been going on for several days, and it is no longer easy to hide this.

Yesterday, my brother asked her in a very subtle way why there were no steamed buns in the past few days...