Monster Tea Party

Chapter 5395: Unexpected Thief
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The young scholar raised his eyes as if he realized something.

The next second, he met a pair of dark eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.

Then the young scholar realized that these were the eyes of the little black creature.

He was a little surprised.
Such a small thing like a mouse...
It was precisely because the opponent was so small that the young scholar no longer had much fear after the initial shock.

He is a scholar, for sure.

But he is also a child who grew up in the mountains.

Ordinary snakes, insects, and centipedes can't scare him at all.

only……

The look in this little creature's eyes...

For some reason, it made him feel a little scared.

……

The young scholar shook his head.

Why is he so timid?
Such a small thing...

What's there to be afraid of?

Maybe his eyes are blurry because he read too much?
……

The young scholar looked at the steamed bun in his hand.

"this is mine."

The young scholar looked at the dark little fellow.

"This is the steamed bun my sister-in-law made for me."

"Were you responsible for the disappearance of the steamed buns at home these few times?"

The young scholar was a little surprised.

His brother, sister-in-law and he all thought that a thief had broken into the house.

Although I don’t understand why thieves would steal steamed buns from other people’s homes every day…
So powerful.

My brother and sister-in-law didn't find any clues.

My brother even went to the village to buy a dog in order to catch the thief...

Still nothing.

original……

They thought the thief...

It’s the little guy in front of me.

No wonder he could steal and eat the steamed buns at home without anyone noticing.

No wonder the dogs didn't bark.

No wonder...

The young scholar felt quite emotional.

He felt like he had learned something new.

He looked at the little guy with curiosity.

This was an animal he had never seen before.

And he showed himself to be very smart...

……

The little black guy seemed stunned for a moment.

The look in his eyes when he looked at the young scholar became a little strange.

……

The young scholar couldn't help but touch his face.

Does he have any problem?

and many more……

The young scholar reacted.

Isn’t this little guy so smart?

How did he think it could understand what he said?

And he could strangely understand the other person's intentions from his expression and eyes...

……

The young scholar wanted to light an oil lamp.

He looked at the steamed bun in his hand and hesitated.

……

"!?"

The young scholar tried hard to pull back.

……

Looking at the few steamed buns left in his hand, the young scholar said: ...

He looked at the little dark creature.

The little guy slowly stuffed most of the steamed bun into his mouth.

The cheeks twitched slightly.

He actually looked somewhat proud.

……

The young scholar's lips twitched slightly.

I never thought that one day...

He was actually laughed at by such a little thing...

……

only……

Looking at the little bit of steamed bun left in his hand, he wanted to laugh at himself.

It took me a long time...

He was almost out of steamed buns again.

……

The young scholar put the steamed bun into his mouth.

Just this little bit...

To say that it's better than nothing is a stretch.

……

The young scholar was a little angry.

He likes to eat the steamed buns made by his sister-in-law.

He hadn't eaten it for the past few days, and after knowing the truth, he went to the kitchen on purpose.

He took the steamed buns to his study.

did not think of……

The thief who stole the steamed buns also followed him into his study.

The bun that was almost in his mouth...

Gone.

……

The young scholar has been studying steamed buns for a few days...

If he had known earlier, he should have eaten the steamed bun before reading.

The young scholar felt a little regretful. …

He looked at the dark little guy who had already finished eating the steamed bun.

"It's not right for you to do this."

The young scholar carefully educated this special thief.

“These buns are mine.”

"He who takes without asking is a thief."

"Besides, this isn't your first time, is it?"

"You're the one who stole the steamed buns these days, right?"

"My sister-in-law has been troubled by this for many days."

"No matter how much you like eating steamed buns, you can't steal them."

……

The young scholar was serious and nagging as he educated the dark-skinned little fellow.

……

"?"

The young scholar blinked.

Is he dazzled?
Just now……

Did this pitch-black little guy roll his eyes?
……

The young scholar looked carefully.

Nothing unusual was found.

He pursed his lips.

……

"and many more!"

Noticing that the dark little creature was about to turn around and leave, the young scholar hurriedly stepped forward to intercept it.

.....
"Ouch!"

The young scholar stretched out his hand to block the direction in which the dark little guy left.

"Don't leave."

"You're just leaving?"

"Where is my eaten bun?"

"And the steamed buns that were eaten a few days ago..."

of course.

Steamed buns are food.

Once you eat it, it's gone.

He didn't expect the black little guy to spit out what he had eaten.

Besides, if the little thing really spits out...
Who dares to ask for it again?

……

He just hoped that this little black creature would listen to him.

Don't continue this kind of stealing.

……

The little black thing rolled its eyes again.

Then he stood up and leaped.

Leaped directly over the young scholar's hand.

Dropped onto the windowsill.

With another leap, he disappeared.

....
The young scholar stood up hastily.

I accidentally knocked over the chair under me.

He didn't care.

He ran to the windowsill.

Look out the window.

……

The last ray of sunset in the sky is about to sink into the horizon.

The moon is already in the sky.

The sky was hazy.

……

The young scholar frowned.

He didn't see the dark little guy.

He should have left.

He had some regrets.

The little guy runs pretty fast.

……

The young scholar returned to his desk.

He righted the overturned chair.

Then, the oil lamp was lit.

The faint flames dimly illuminated the humble room.

……

The young scholar shook his head.

Why was he so busy educating the little dark kid and didn't light the oil lamp?

So much so that even after the pitch-black little guy left, he still didn't know what the pitch-black little guy looked like?
……

After being distracted for a while, the young scholar opened the door.

He saw the dinner outside the door.

He concentrated on his studies.

I have three meals a day in my study.

Not with my brother and sister-in-law.

On the one hand, it prevents them from always caring about his studies, which would distract him.

On the one hand, he didn't want to disturb his brother and sister-in-law's meal.

With him around, my brother no longer drinks.

It is not appropriate for brothers and sisters-in-law to talk about personal matters with each other.

……

The young scholar picked up the plate.

Every time she delivered food, his sister-in-law would not disturb him unless there was something important.

Instead, just put the tray at the door.

When he had finished his study, he would come out to get it.

……

The young scholar touched his belly.

(End of this chapter)