Chapter 5776: Baked Rice Cake
Little Fatty's eyes lit up slightly.
He swallowed.
Pick up the lighter again.
In fact, he used the lighter several times.
Just now, because the pile of leaves was too low, the flame from the lighter caught his fingers.
This time he learned his lesson...
The little fat man fell directly to the ground.
This way he doesn't have to hold the lighter low.
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Little Fatty praised his intelligence.
The atmosphere became a little tense.
"It's obviously his fault."
The last second, I glared at Big Fatty, "It's all his fault."
Only then did others react.
Although we usually play together, we have never praised me for my awesomeness.
I can see clearly, but no one else has seen it either...
"He's so bad!"
I feel like it's really hurting...
All were quickly thrown into the flames.
Big Fatty shouted, "He..."
Zhang Jian was miserable.
"ah!"
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Tan Xin's hand stretched out of the flames.
All the rice cakes fell off...
I don't expect it to last longer than the second I was swept by the flames just now.
There are also many of us.
At this moment, it really hurt.
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I took out seven rice cakes.
Are there any signs of fire?
Wang Cong opened his seven fingers.
"Why?"
No matter how slow Wang Cong's movements are...
…
"Wang Cong."
This time, Little Fatty successfully lit the leaves.
It also fell out of the flames.
However, there is no time even for one second...
I looked up at my rice cake.
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The argument stopped because of Wang Cong's cry and several people who came over were exclaimed in surprise.
The big girl who was affected by Chi Yu's eyes suddenly turned red.
The atmosphere is very good.
"Give me one of their eight pieces."
It worked.
There are seven of us in total.
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Tan Xin immediately reached out to grab Zhang Jian's hand that was trying to reach out of the flames.
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"Anyway, he's missing a piece of rice cake."
Others also gathered around.
But my fingertips haven't touched the flame yet.
Zhang Jian's rice cakes have become chubby.
The blazing flames made everyone's face turn red.
…
Wang Cong heard the sound.
But……
It's incredible.
"You brought the rice cake."
How could Wang Cong be in pain?
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Everyone's eyes seemed to be lit by flames.
"Did he get burned?"
Zhang Jian stared at the rice cakes that were swelling rapidly outside the fire and wanted to cry.
So the rice cake was secretly taken out by one of us from outside our home.
But……
It was given to me by others on their own initiative.
Only one person in the front of everyone got two slices.
A few of the others stared with small eyes and opened small mouths.
"He's actually afraid of fire!?"
Bake the rice cake slices on the fire.
I am very happy to be thin and short.
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Big Fatty did it, "He was the one who knocked me off."
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I grabbed Wang Cong's hand.
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I can smell the aroma of rice cakes.
We praise me for my awesomeness.
I pursed my lips.
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The person who brought the rice cake had very little credit and received only a small piece.
All I have left is one piece of rice cake.
result……
Wang Cong was not even flattered.
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I came back to my senses instantly.
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White and pure.
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It took a while before we finally accepted that fact.
Wang Cong raised his hands blankly.
Why?
"He should give Zhang Jian a piece of rice cake."
I want to praise you.
The least number of others are less than eight pieces...
Children use branches to pass through slices of rice cake.
But……
"Of course, give me his share."
"Wow, it's burning! It's burning!"
I'm not willing to give it up either.
…
"Wang Cong!"
"...Is there any."
Tan Xin was the first to speak, "You deserve the least."
"Is he in pain?"
"Give Zhang Jian a slice of this Hu Yang."
"You are in charge."
…
"How did he do it?"
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Seventh, my weak self-esteem makes me think that I should ask for compliments.
Yes...
How could Xu He suffer a loss?
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Wang Cong was stunned.
But just now...
Is the sound stuck outside the throat and not coming out?
There are not enough rice cakes.
The tall, skinny girl looked at the fat guy again.
It's the material...
If I give Zhang Jian a piece of rice cake...
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As soon as he was stunned for a moment, the corners of Wang Cong's mouth could not help but grow smaller and smaller.
The big fat man's eyes were astonishingly bright.
It was the material that threw the rice cake under the branch outside his hand.
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Xu He is right.
They only have rice cakes in their eyes.
"Wang Cong!"
I was so painful that I cried like a ghost.
"yes."
It’s not just me, not Zhang Jian.
…
"yes."
Several people here started arguing.
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Those rice cakes were all brought by Xu He.
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“It’s time to bake rice cakes~”
I……
…
"They watch."
"Are you okay at all?"
"He's so awesome."
"He gave Zhang Jian a piece of rice cake."
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The tall, skinny girl who touched my rice cake turned pale.
Zhang Jian also narrowed his eyes.
While waiting for the rice cake to be baked, they chatted casually.
Because of the differences over yesterday's cartoon, the debate became louder and louder.
Since it was taken secretly, it was natural to take too little to avoid being discovered.
…
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Wang Cong showed his hand 880 degrees.
"Wang Cong, is something wrong with him?"
"I'm still great."
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However, if we are told that we are playing with fire, it is very safe, etc., we will be scolded...
I looked at the pieces of rice cakes lying on the ground in the flames...
Bad fragrance...
The party in the dispute raised his hand in annoyance.
"What does it have to do with you..."
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After a while, the completely burnt rice cake will no longer be edible.
They all had expectant smiles on their faces.
Judging from Wang Cong's performance...
"quick."
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"Yes, you are amazing."
It looks very delicious.
Big Fatty looked at Wang Cong in disbelief.
"Wang Cong, he is very bad."
Wang Cong's heart skipped a beat.
But he is willing to ask for it himself.
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Wang Cong discovered that the rice cakes outside the fire were not yet burnt.
Big Fat Dun asked again and again.
Others responded one after another.
"You told him!"
The little fat man climbed up and was very proud.
"Why did you knock off your rice cake..."
Wang Cong looked at Zhang Jian.
The two pieces of rice cakes strung under the branches of the people next to me fell right outside the fire.
First, because of my many victories under my mother, I dared to ask for praise from others.
It is hard to doubt that the hand just reached out of the flames.
Yes, I am exaggerating.
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"Is he in pain?"
No trace at all.
Seven dollars.
My rice cake...
Because it can be known by outsiders that we want to bake rice cakes and eat them.
I think it's fair.
“Your rice cake!”
Due to family reasons, Wang Cong is a child with very weak self-esteem and low self-esteem.
"What is he doing?!"
Others gave some perfunctory compliments to Little Fatty.
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It was time to think, so I immediately reached out and grabbed a few rice cakes outside the flames.
Moving slower than my cerebellum, I directly reached out to pick up the rice cake that fell outside the flames.
Wang Cong looked outside the flames.
Big Fatty lost one piece because the ignition failed.
Big Fatty is happy.
This chapter has been completed!
